[ WP ] Write a road trip story from three perspectives . The driver , the hitchhiker , and the person tied up in the trunk .

Driver - Jack 
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 I blinked, taking a left onto Albury Lane. I felt horrible, having to tie up one of my best friends- and admittedly my crush- in the trunk. But it was for his own good, after all, I could n't fit him in the back. I knew he'd be angry with me, but that was for the best. He was fading in and out of consciousness and I had done my best to cover up the wounds, so I took it painstakingly slow. 
 
 Though, on the lane, I saw someone through the darkness and a face I recognized. About a yard and a half away I started to slowly stop the car, so not to disturb Dennis and make him even angrier. `` Hi Leon,'' I said, stopping to a halt about 5 feet away from him. Leon was a blonde dude with blue eyes and freckles all over his nose and cheeks. He always wore a grin and was of a normal weight. From the way he looked towards me and grinned, I knew exactly why he was standing there hopelessly. `` Get in the car.'' I mumbled. Leon was always like this, I did n't know what else to expect from him. 
 
 `` Thanks, Jack.'' I heard him say, with a bubbly tone in his voice. He stumbled over and opened the door to the seat right next to me and climbed in. I heard him shut the door lazily and groggily put his seat belt on, so I continued driving. `` So, uh... how are you?'' I asked, wanting to keep the conversation subtle. I did n't like having to go into a full conversation with someone like him so soon. 
 `` Oh, I'm fine,'' Leon said, grinning. `` How about Dennis?'' 
 I swear he could feel me break out into a cold sweat. `` Dennis, well uh... he's uhm.. not doing too well.'' 
 `` Really?'' Leon asked. `` How so?'' 
 `` Uh, well... he almost died. Do n't ask me how, I do n't know. All I know is that there are slash wounds, stab wounds and other things all over him so I had to cover them up. I'm taking him to the hospital.'' I silently prayed his dumb ass would n't ask where he was, because at this stage he probably would've forgotten Dennis would never fit in the back laying down. He was so damn lanky. 
 
 Leon stayed quiet for a bit before saying, `` Hey, Dennis! How'd you nearly die?'' Leon waited for an answer and was quite angry when he never got one. We were about a mile away from the hospital. I just hoped then I would be able to explain it to him to make it sound like I did n't do anything. He hiccuped. `` Where's Dennis?'' 
 `` He's asleep,'' I lied. Well... he probably was. `` Let him rest, okay?'' My teeth gritted. Just a quarter mile left. `` When we get to the hospital, you stay here, unless you think you got a bit too...'' 
 `` I'm fine.'' Leon blinked, looking at the open road ahead of them. He rubbed at his eyes. `` You know, it's getting late.'' 
 `` It is,'' I responded. Soon enough, I could hear him snoring. I finally relaxed. 
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 Hitchhiker - Leon 
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 I walked helplessly on the road, hiccing. I had a bit too much to drink, but I was sadly used to not being able to drive back home once going to a bar. But in the distance, I saw headlights. I hicced again and nearly toppled over, blinking as it slowly came to a stop. I heard the noise of a window being rolled down. The image was distorted in my head, but I could make out the somewhat high-pitched yet smooth and French accented voice of Jack, one of the people willing to put up with me when I was like this, other than Dennis and Sarah. He was a good friend, I guess. I always knew he had a thing for Dennis, though, that was obvious. 
 
 `` Get in the car,'' he had said. I blundered over and got in, blinking at him while mouthing words of thanks. The dyed blue hair with the combination of his pale skin and green eyes was... something, alright. Not really my style, but Dennis had always enjoyed weird things. I looked down. Of course, his usual getup of a plaid black and red vest with a white undershirt was there. I looked down at my greyish shirt and blue jeans, then at his. But his were skinnier. I silently cursed myself for drinking so much. 
 
 `` So, how are you?'' He broke the silence. 
 `` Fine, just fine,'' I said, grinning. I looked out the windshield and hiccuped slightly. `` How about Dennis?'' I noticed him break into a cold sweat, but made nothing of it. He just always got worried when someone asked him about his'boyfriend'. 
 `` Admittedly, Dennis is n't doing too well.'' There were noises of uncertainty in his voice. I frowned. I did n't like that. Jack usually had a commanding aura about him, even though he was much too used to taking orders from others. 
 `` Well, uh... he nearly died.'' That's all I heard before I zoned out for a few moments. Confused, I said: `` Hey Dennis, how'd you nearly die?'' I got no answer. I was disappointed. `` Where's Dennis?'' I grumbled. 
 `` He's asleep,'' Jack said, nervously shaking. He seemed to not notice. `` Leave him alone.'' 
 I knew he was lying but did n't bother caring. I silently zoned out again. `` You know, if you feel a bit-'' 
 `` I'm fine.'' With that, I fell asleep. 
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 Guy Tied up in the Trunk - Dennis 
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 I knew where I was; and I was angry about it. I wanted to kick, I wanted to scream Jack's name to let me out of here. But somewhere in my mind, I knew it was n't a good idea, and besides, he only wanted to help. I silently cursed him for having such a small car. I could barely breathe in here. But it'd be enough to keep be going for a few more hours- and from what I had endured of the ride so far, we could n't be that far from the hospital. 
 
 I did n't remember much of what happened, all I could think about was the agony. He had covered up the wounds, sure, but not as well as he could've. He was in a panic, something about me did n't want to blame him. His frantic face looked kind of cute, anyway. It was only then I noticed we had slowed down, silently rolling onto my back. This was a more comfortable position to be in. I drew in a breath of relief, blinking. I heard the car door opening. Maybe he was leaving, maybe he was there. Then I heard a voice- a bubbly and drunken voice. Of all the people... I grumbled under my breath angrily. 
 
 I heard some talking, Jack's frantic voice clear in my head as he started to gain speed again, slowly and taking care to avoid any bumps. I faded into sleep for a moment before forcing myself to wake up, I had to stay awake. I could n't afford to sleep in somewhere with limited air. I silently willed them to talk louder to keep me awake. I did n't want large breaths to be had, not now. It was n't an option anymore. I faintly heard my name. Something in me wanted to answer, before I realized it was Leon speaking. 
 
 I heard my name again, recognizing Jack's voice. Something about it was so smooth and calming to me. He said something about sleep. Did I need sleep? We were nearly there anyway. I heard Leon's snoring, and Jack's finally relaxed voice saying'here we go, dennis... we're almost there...' I smiled. I feel like I'd have the right to yell at him later. Would n't I? I would. Something about my head frowned at the idea, though. He just wanted to help. 
 
 So I finally started relaxing, and without knowing, I fell asleep.
