This Summer I...

"Spencer, are you gay?" Ryan asked, reaching his hand through the open window to poke the back of his friends head.
"Hmmm..." Spencer mused as he took the next turn, "Well... not exactly. I'm bisexual." He answered after a moment, then he pointed back at us, "Brendon, who in this truck, or in it's bed, would you kiss?" He asked, a devilish grin on is face.
Brendon blushed furiously, "Ah... well... I would kiss... Uh... All of you." He was obviously avoiding the question.
"Only one person!" Spencer pushed, "Only one..." He kept glancng at Ryan through the rear view mirror as he spoke. "So, Brendon, who would it be?"
Brendon swallowed hard, and laughed a little. His discomfort with the question was quiet clear, "Well... I guess it would..." He paused, and glanced around, "I guess it would be Ryan, if I had to choose only one." He rushed out, chewing on his lip a little.
It was Ryan's turn to blush, but only a little, "Why me?" He questioned.
"Well, you're a hot guy." Brendon said as a smirk creased his lips, "And a pretty hot chick, as well!" He teased.
Ryan punched his arm lightly, "Not true!" He whined, playfully.
"Jon, who was your first?" Brendon asked, draping his body through the window.
"You just assume that I'm not a virgin?" Jon asked, playing offended. Brendon opened his mouth to speak again, but Jon just continued, "Well, you assume right." He said, smiling. "My first was a girl named Cheyenne." He answered.
"Was she pretty?" Spencer asked.
"Nooo..." Jon said sarcastically, "That's why I fucked her."
"Well, she could have been nice..?" Spencer almost asked.
"She was nice, but she was also nice to look at." Jon said, glaring. "Spencer, what's your biggest fear?"
Spencer got this big frown on his face, "Well..." He said thoughtfully, "I think my biggest fear would be..." He paused, "My biggest fear would be being forgotten." He finished, then looked to Ryan, "Do you like anyone at the moment?"
Ryan twirled his fingers a bit nervously, "Uh... yeah... kind of." He muttered awkwardly, knowing what to expect.
The rest of the car jumped on this piece of information instantaneously, everyone shouting "Who!?" All at once.
"It's a secret!" Ryan said stubbornly, folding his arms over his chest, he stared at Jon, "Jon, do your parents know about your boyfriend?"
Jon snorted, "Gods no! I'm not mad! I like Alex, and I'd like to keep him around!"
Ryan had just opened a can of soda and taken a deep drink, but now he was coughing and spluttering, "Shit dude! You're dating Alex?" He sounded alarmed.
"Yeah, yeah." Jon waved it off, "Brendon, how many people have you kissed?" He turned to look at the boy.
Brendon furrowed his brow and frowned, "Like five..."
"Am I the only one in the car who's never kissed anyone before?" Ryan exclaimed, throwing his arms up.
"Yes, Ryan. You're lame." Spencer answered with a quiet laugh.
"We're almost there!" Brendon squealed excitedly as they passed a sign that Ryan had missed. The smell of salty sea air assaulted everyone's nostrils.
"Brendon, you didn't!" Ryan was grinning from ear to ear.
"Ryan, I did!" Brendon responded, smiling just as wide.
Ryan hugged Brendon so tightly his face turned blue, "Why didn't you tell me!"
"Because surprises are more fun!"

"Road trip, road trip, road trip!" Frank repeatedly shouted, with energy and pep in his voice. Everyone else in the car simultaneously groaned in irritation. It had been that way all day, Frank never stopped shouting.
"Frank! Shut the fuck up!" Bob snapped, elbowing the hyperactive fourteen year old in the ribs, trying to silence him.
"Owwww...." Frank whined.
"I've got an idea, let's play truth or dare without the dare part, because we're in a car, and it's going to be kind of hard to do dares..." Mikey shouted over Frank's insufferable ramblings about road trips and Jersey Shore.
"How about we just ask each other questions, and if we refuse to answer, we have to do whatever the asker tells us to do." Ray modified Mikey's idea to better fit the conditions of the car, and everyone nodded.
"Gerard," Ray began to game, glancing back at Mikey, "Do you think your brother is attractive in any way?" He snickered.
"What the fuck kind of question is that?" Mikey screeched.
Gerard just laughed, unfazed by the question. "Yeah, I've got a hot baby brother!" He answered casually.
"Gerard!" Mikey shrieked.
Mikey simply laughed even harder.
"Mikey, who are you crush on?" Gerard asked.
Mikey blushed harshly, "I... uh..."
Gerard smirked, realizing it was someone in this car, "Well, c'mon Mikes!" He pushed his little brother, giggling a little.
"I... I have a crush on... uh... a crush on..." He stammered, trying to get the words out, but he just couldn't bring himself to it, "I have a crush on... on..." He muttered a name under his breath, too quiet to hear.
"We can't hear you!" Frank giggled, prodding Mikey's side.
"Ray..." Mikey mumbled a little louder, his face burning a very bright shade of red. "Happy now?" He asked, bitterly.
Ray blushed furiously.
"Sorry..." Mikey grumbled.
"Don't be." Ray replied.
"Frank, what's the farthest you've gone with someone?" Mikey asked.
"Hmmmmm... I think I've gone so far as giving a hand job, and receiving a blow job." A smirk creased Frank's lips.
"You sure?" Mikey giggled.
Frank glared at him, "Ray, do you like Mi-Owwww!" Mikey stomped as hard as he could on Frank's foot.
Ray laughed, "Maybe... But maybe not..." He said, "He'll have to find out over this summer!" He stuck his tongue out at Mikey, and ruffled his hair.
"Bob, have you ever kissed anyone?" Ray asked.
Bob gave Ray a 'what-the-fuck-are-you-fucking-stupid-or-something?' look, then nodded, "Course I have." He said.
"Frank, who are you crushing on?" Bob said smuggly.
"Not answering, what do I have to do?" Frank replied.
"Hmm... you have to..."
"We're almost here, Frankie." Gerard interrupted.
"Jersey Shore, Jersey Shore, Jersey Shore!" Frank chanted gleefully.
"Jersey Shore!" Mikey joined in, giggling loudly.
"Jersey Shore!" Bob joined in as well, chanting loudly.
"Jersey Shore!" Ray joined in also, probably shouting the loudest beside Frank, his voice full of laughter.
Gerard rolled his eyes, and groaned, before smiling widely. He pumped his fist in the air, the convertible roof was down, "Jersey Shore!" He shouted, joining in with everyone else, laughing as well.
"Wooh!!" Frank shouted, pumping his fist in the air as well.
Then everyone started laughing.

"Pete, could you stop kicking my seat?" Joe whined.
"I could..." Pete mused, stroking Patrick's head as he slept, "Bit I don't think I will." He smirked and continued to swing his legs, kicking the back of Joe's seat.
"Come on, Pete!" Andy said, "Don't be a total jackass!" Andy glared back at the black haired boy through the rear view mirror.
Pete stopped and sighed loudly, "Fine."
Patrick blinked his eyes open a little, and yawned really big, "Are we there yet?" He asked, rolling onto his side and nuzzling Pete's stomach.
"No." Pete shook his head.
"Can we play a game?" Patrick asked bashfully.
"Course!" Joe responded.
"Lets play twenty questions." Andy suggested, fixing his sunglasses.
"Okay, you go first." Pete agreed.
"Hmmmm, okay..." Andy nodded, "Patrick have you ever been inebriated before?" The question was boring, but it was a good start.
"Inebri-what?" Pete asked.
"He's asking if I've ever gotten drunk before." Patrick explained, "And no, Andy, I've never touched a drop of alcohol in my life!" He added, a wide grin spreading across his face as he looked up at Pete.
"Lame!" Joe laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Patrick wrinkled his nose at Joe. "Pete, who's your dream person? What are they like?"
Pete looked up to think. "I think... I think they'd have to be tall..." He said, "With blonde hair." He continued, "They'd have to be awkward, and shy like you, Patrick, but at the same time, they'd have to have that 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, like Andy, and he'd have to be funny, like Joe." He said, "And they'd have to be a reasonable person, to keep me balanced out." He finished, scratching his scalp.
"Maybe we'll meet them at the Shore." Patrick giggled, sitting up.
"Maybe..." Pete mused. "Andy, what's the worst thing that you have ever done?" Pete asked their driver with curiosity.
"Hmmm..." Andy drummed his fingers absently on the wheel. "Last year, when I got really drunk at that party, Riyle Simm let me borrow his dad's car, and I crashed it into their garage." He answered, after giving it some thought.
"Oooh..." Pete laughed, "I remember that!" He said, "That wasn't a great situation..." He added, chewing on his lip.
Andy shot Pete a glare before looking at Joe, "Have you ever been able to bed a teacher like you said that you wanted to do?" He asked.
Joe snorted, "Ms. Norlin." He confessed, "She's only like twenty-five." He continued, "She's the tall blonde one with the long legs that always wears the mini skirts." He said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Nice score dude..." Pete smiled.
"Guys, we're almost there. About ten minutes!" Andy announced.
"Yayayayayayayay!" Patrick shouted hyperactively. He was eager to get up and get out of the car. "Jersey Shore!"

Notes

So, new chapter. Going to Jersey. Pete confessed his dream person, and it sounds a bit like Mikey dontcha think?

Also, I think I'm going to try to do almost every ship I possibly can do!
I might focus most on Frank and Gerard, Pete and Mikey, Ryan and Patrick... But every ship I possibly can do!