fandomtownies | James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway, Friday afternoon

Jude sat on his backpack, board across his knees, confirming travel plans with his parents over the phone. Loudly. In Polish.

This was it. The big trip. Away to Toronto with his bouncy, hyper, not-even-from-this-planet, machina-obsessed, ass-kicking, oddly-dressed girlfriend to meet his parents and the friends that he still wasn't completely back on the level with after that whole mess with the yelling and the road trip and the chimichanga machine.

Oh, this was going to be the best vacation ever.

. . . chimichanga.

[[Establishy because the laptop is being packed up in a second. Goodbye, I love you all, I will see you in a week!]]