...on his leg, and he budged ever so slightly.
He could hear Gwen's sleepy moans as she too tried to get up.
Well, that's invigorating.
Getting up fully and stretching himself, Ben heard Grandpa Max calling out to him.
"Ben, get your cousin up, will ya? We've reached the motel," he said, Ben sleepily replying as Grandpa disappeared out of the front door..
He trudged his way over to Gwen's side, and with no intention of getting her up the conventional way, he plopped himself down right next to her.
The very small seating area meant Ben had to cuddle up to Gwen (which he didn't mind), though he wasn't so sure how Gwen would take it. He was too sleepy to care, at any rate.
Now where are those darned kids? Grandpa Max thought as he scratched the back of his head (an old habit), opening the Rust Bucket's door and stepping in.
He looked left. No, they weren't at the bunk beds with an overnight bag ready or something.
He looked right. No, no heads sticking out of the sofa's top edge.
He did however make out Ben and Gwen's respective shoes, still in their same spot. And two pairs of feet sticking out of the sofa's end. The same end.
Raising a slightly graying eyebrow, Grandpa Max walked ov...