Philadephia, PA

Yixing opens his eyes to a pounding headache. He is curled up at the foot of one of Sehun’s couches, although he suspects that he had started the night on top of it. He stretches, and accidentally kicks Lu Han in the elbow. Tao peeks into the room upon hearing Lu Han’s groan, and gives them judging looks.

“Breakfast in ten,” he says.

“What time is it?” Yixing croaks, rolling over onto his stomach.

“It’s almost noon,” Sehun replies, coming out of his room with a hand pressed up to his head. There is another low groan, and Yixing raises his head just high enough to see Kris on another couch on the other side of the room, looking just as dead.

“Aspirin’s on the coffee table,” Tao calls.

Sehun and Kris trudge over and take painkillers for the headache. They toss the pills and the water bottle to Yixing and head off toward the kitchen.

It takes another two minutes for Yixing to open his eyes again. He uncaps the water bottles and tosses back two painkillers before handing them to Lu Han. The blond has bloodshot eyes and messy hair, eyeliner smudged all over his face.

“You look like ,” he says, conversationally.

“Thanks, Xing,” Lu Han gumbles, eyeing Yixing over. “You don’t look so hot yourself right now. And I also think you sold out your own school, because that looks like your handwriting there.”

Yixing looks down at his arm and sees the words “COLUMBIA SUX FYEAH PRINCETON” written on his arm. Although the words are smudged, it is still definitely recognizable as his handwriting.

“I don’t want to move,” Yixing says, closing his eyes again. His whole body kind of hurts, and he doesn’t think he can hold down any food. “Actually, I don’t think I can move,” he adds.

“It was fun though,” Lu Hans says. There is a beat of silence, and then they are both laughing.

“Stop,” Yixing chokes out, “my head hurts. Stop laughing.”

“Why don’t you stop?” Lu Han shoots back. He curls into the fetal position and clutches his stomach. Yixing isn’t even sure what is so funny anymore, but laughs anyway.

“The dumbdumbs are at it again,” they hear Kris proclaim.

“You’re a dumbdumb,” Tao replies.

By the time they stop laughing, Yixing has managed to pull himself up to a sitting position next to Lu Han.

“What did I do last night?” Lu Han asks, wincing as he also struggles up.

Yixing gives him a long look. “Don’t you mean ‘who did I do last night’ instead?” he asks with a wicked grin.

Lu Han reaches over to smack him, but Yixing is doubled over in laughter again.

It takes another two hours for them to get on the road again. This time, Tao is driving, because everyone else is too hungover. It rains for the entire three hour drive to Baltimore, and they stop only in Philadelphia.

“This city ,” Kris declares.

Yixing rolls his eyes, because he knows that Kris is a diehard fan of the New York Giants and the sole reason he hates Philadelphia is because of the Eagles. His guess is proven correct when, several minutes later, Kris declares that this city is tolerable after all through a mouthful of Philly cheese steak.

“Traitor,” Tao hisses.

Kris’ only response is to shove more cheese steak at his face.

[A/N]: because Kris is 笨笨 (Benben)