Okay, so I'm normally sunshiny and just go along with anything, but seriously, where the hell did Vaeria get a boat? And where the hell are we GOING?

"Get in! There's room for everyone!"

"I highly doubt that," says Karla, "And who said those stairs were safe?"

"They're only a little creaky," Vaeria says.

"And there goes my leg."

"I can't even reach the top of the boat- I need help-" yelps Vea from the top. I run to help them, being the tallest and all, though Mae is dangerously close to me.

Of course; as I run to help Vea, Karla falls down the stairs. Who the hell said this was a safe and fun idea—I'm looking right at her.

Vaeria is smiling in my face, in a creepy, sadistic way.

"Archer... since you're 19 and all and the oldest.. can you driiiiveeee," asks Vaeria.

"I have never driven a boat."

"You're Australian and you've never driven a boat?!"

"I moved away when I was like two! The only Australian thing about me is the way I talk-"

"And yet you still complain about ceiling spiders."

"And yet they're a thing in America. It's your boat. You drive."

"Just give Father a break," says Mae. Ever since I accidentally adopted Karla, I get called Father more than my own name, "It's your boat. You had the idea. Drive."

"But- but- tHis tiny demon agrees with me- rIGHT-" says Vaeria, picking Vea up like a baby. Vea themselves is squirming and squealing and trying to get out.

"nO- NO I DO NOT AGREE- PUT ME DOWN- PUT ME DOOOOOOWWWWWN-"

"NO- YOU'RE TOO CUTE AND TINY-"

"I AM NOT CUTE, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW-"

Karla immediately sneaks off to the back silently. Hunter I forget is even on the damn ship so easily. She says nothing. I don't really get why, but for some reason Mae of all people understands her really well.

"Claim your rooms!" Yells Vaeria loudly.

I go to the back to claim mine—the top one, the biggest one was obviously Vaeria's, and besides, I would've rather had one in the basement. Hopefully that would help with my occasional seasickness...this was a horrible mistake. I hope they go slow..

I can hear a bonk next to me and then a suitcase unpacking. That's a good sign Karla is there. They unpack immediately after they go to a place. Well that's comforting. I sit on the bed that was now mine, and knock on the wall. Twice. Meaning "hello".

Karla knocks twice back. That's how I knew—that was our code. I settle into my bed. The presence next to me was definitely comforting me. My "child" was near and would not die in their sleep. I begin to unpack all the fuzzy and comfortable blankets I brought. I get cold really easily in the night so I have to have a lot of blankets. (That and I'm tall, borderline tree tall, but we don't discuss that.)

I look out the small window in my room. It's sunset. Of course it is. Is Vaeria really planning on driving in the dark? That sounds horrible. I won't be sleeping tonight if that's the case..

Just as I think of the little bitch- I mean spawn of Satan- I mean demon- I mean, Vaeria, I hear Vea screech again and a slap to the floor, followed by Vaeria yelling. Ouch.. probably deserved, I don't really care right now 'cause I'm tired and Karla didn't allow me to have coffee this morning.

I then realize there's an outlet next to the table near the bed and I start thanking everything I know. I can charge my phone, plug in an extender, and plug in the clock and lamp already on there to sleep.

My phone screen lights up: 9:00pm. Why is the sun still setting, and why am I still so tired?

I hear knocks on the door just as I ponder this and yell, "Come in!"

It's Mae, looking about as tired as I felt. She's got her pajamas on already, and she definitely looked ready to sleep.

"My room's above yours, just wanted you to know. I'll try not to be too loud. Good night Archer."

".. bad night?"

"Archer just because we act like their divorced parents on this boat DOESN'T MEAN YOU TELL ME BAD NIGHT-"

"Hm... let me think.. yes it does."

"ARCHER-"

"I'M SORRY QUEEN MAE DON'T STRANGLE MEEEEE-"

So now I'm running across the boat, Mae is holding a slipper and chasing me, and I'm screeching at the top of my lungs. All because I said bad night instead of good night. Sometimes it was pretty fun being a teenager.

Finally, we're both laughing and catching our breath, and I wave at her to signal that I'm tired as hell and I'm going to bed. Then, I lock the door, quietly walking into my room to finish unpacking my pajamas and clothes to choose from into the dresser.

Tonight, I decide I'm going to wear one of my five World's Best Father shirts to bed (This one's pink and has a Barbie logo on it. It is my favorite), and some fluffy pajama pants. After I get changed I hit the bed, and sleep soon enough follows through.