Few hours later, the van finally slowed to a stop.
Matt killed the engine with a dramatic sigh. "If any of you speak for the next thirty seconds, I'm suing you all."
"No one asked you to drive without rest," Charles muttered, already reaching for the door handle.
"So I'm getting blamed now? How about you blame Jett? We agreed to split the driving and all he did was sit at the back with Jamie like a fucking idiot."
"You really should stop complain, it does not suit you. It makes you look stupid." Jett retorted and the others, except Jamie, cackled like hyenas.
"Even you? Layla?" Matt asked exasperated.
She raised both hands in defense. "Don't look at me." she said and got down from the van, followed by Jett.
Jamie stepped out last. He was also tired, but the view in front of him halted the complaints that was about to escape his lips.
The place was…..beautiful.
