Within minutes Ethan's eyes fell upon a break in the everlasting supply of foliage. Asia followed Ethan's lead turning onto the cobblestone driveway, parking her overworked SUV behind his Dodge.

    Asia killed the engine, threw her head back on the headrest, and rubbed her strained eyes from staring-at-the-gray-pavement so long. She was second-guessing her decision, regretting saying yes to Ashlyn as she lain across her bed telling her about all the fun to be had at Denver's Parents' cabin. Then, Ashlyn disclosed how much they would be saving on airfare and hotel fees. Asia's ears peaked, hearing about saving some scrilla. Her purse was tapped out after paying for three years of spring break trips.

 Freshman year in Miami was Jordan's idea; sophomore year in Cancun from Leslee's insistent campaigning; and for junior year Ollie and Emily wanted to swim with dolphins in Punta Cuna. Asia was tired. Tired of overhyped freshmen, boozed-up sophomores, and skanky undergrads. She yawned glancing in the rearview mirror as Leslee nudged Yasmin causing her head to bang against the window.

    "We're here!" Leslee announced getting out of the car.

     Yasmin wiped her eyes, bewildered, "Here where?"

     Denver pulled Yasmin's door open. "Tranquility!"

   Yasmin squinted her eyes at the sun's bright shine falling over tall pine trees. She stepped out of the car, her drowsy body instantly waking with every step, breathing the crisp forest air.

     "This is a badd cabin, baby!" Ashlyn said fixing the spaghetti straps of her sundress.

   "Bad as in good, right?" Denver asked glancing at Ashlyn and then back at the two-story log cabin with six windows across the top and a wrap-around porch.

     "Damn good!" Jordan threw his Nike duffle over his shoulder. "This is why I go to class at eight in the mornin'," Jordan said exaggerating his southern accent.

      Asia nodded in agreement as she watched Shaka find the tree he wanted to release all the water Leslee let him consume this morning.

     Ethan grabbed Leslee's bag while she leaned against the warm truck. Eric, being the gentleman reached for Yasmin's Dooney & Burke suitcase.

   "Thanks, but it has wheels." Yasmin expressed reaching for the handle.

    "It's okay." Eric pulled the suitcase out of the truck underestimating its girth; it tugged his shoulder down. He quickly regained his composure. "I got it!"

   Yasmin smiled as Eric walked away lugging her suitcase and his. She raised an eyebrow at Asia, who had her arm hanging on the truck's rear door.

    Asia shot up her eyebrows twice. "Better than Robert."

    "True that." Yasmin nodded as Asia slammed the door.

        They eagerly waited behind Denver like horses at the Kentucky Derby starting line. Jordan bit down on his lip, jittering with anticipation. He'd never known anyone with a second home. For goodness sake, his parents were still trying to pay their first one off, after the housing bubble exploded. Denver pulled the shiny gold key out of the loose pocket of his sweatpants. Asia wondered why it wasn't on the key ring with his house key, car key, and dorm room key. While Eric listened to the symphony his empty stomach was churning. Denver slid the key in the lock, twisted it, and as the lock popped back in the birch door it was music to their ears. Denver flung the door back and let the extravagance of the oasis wash over them.

    Like the starter pistol had been fired they ran into the house awing at the ten-foot ceiling and wooden beams in the living room, then the seventy-five-inch flat screen hanging over the massive fireplace. Eric wondered why there wasn't any residue of soot but then again this was Texas, where was there a time one needed a fire to keep warm? He shook it off.

       "PS4! Say what." Jordan harked pushing the geometric engraved buttons of the game's controller.

      "Granite countertops, stainless steel appliances." Ashlyn started wiping her hands over every surface in the kitchen.

    "Look," Leslee said holding a ceramic dish she pulled out the cabinet with glass doors and stuck it in Asia's face. "It looks so new," Leslee rubbed the smooth, cool, green surface on the outside.

    "Oh, a pot," Asia said unimpressed leaning against the island.

   "A lasagna dish." Leslee snarked.

   "A casserole dish to be precise." Asia corrected.

     "What's biting on your uterus?" Leslee said putting the dish back on the shelf from which it came.

    "Nothing. I just don't like acting like I'm not used to...nice things." Asia cleared up side-eyeing Jordan and Eric taking a selfie by the wall-mounted deer head.

     "Uh, The bitch is coming out," Ashlyn said playing with the shiny faucet. "Is baby sleepy?" She pinched Asia's high-boned cheeks.

  "Stop." Asia slapped Ashlyn's hands away. "And I am." She frowned.

      "Then let's go get a room so we can put you to bed," Leslee said taking Asia's hand and leading her out of the kitchen like a little child.

     Ashlyn skipped to the master bedroom tucked away down a hallway behind the stairs while    Denver followed reading a text. Eric, Jordan, Yasmin, Leslee, Ethan, and Asia filed up the stairs with their bags in tow to claim their resting place. Shaka stayed downstairs peering out the massive window into the placid forest.

      In the middle of the hallway was the rectangular room Eric and Jordan raced to after running up the stairs. A nightstand separated two identical twin beds with plush-down feather pillows lying on top of a blue patchwork quilt. Eric unpacked his black duffle bag carefully not to unfold the neat clothes. Jordan walked back into the room re-buckling the tan belt around the waist of his dark blue jeans.

    "Why would Denver's parents have twin beds?" Eric asked. "Isn't he the only child? Why would they need this many rooms?"

    "I don't know because they can afford it," Jordan answered pumping two squirts of Dial soap into his hands in the en-suite bathroom 

   "Frivolous spending." Eric refolded a pair of blue jeans.

   "Don't care," Jordan said shutting off the faucet. "Whew! I was holding that since Austin." He affirmed with a sigh of relief. He grabbed a pillow and lay at the end of the bed watching Eric toss rolled-up shirts in the pine draw while he waited for the sleep to pour down on him.

   "T.M.I" Eric picked up a green shirt that fell on the floor.

    "Just to let you know 'ole dude is blowing up Yas' cell." Jordan kicked off his black and blue Nikes. The shoe discount was the only reason he wore that referee uniform from Foot Locker.

     "I got this," Eric said with a cocky disposition. "You just need to decide what we are doing first: ride ATVs, wakeboard, or Xbox." Eric beamed with excitement from all the possibilities of fun as Eric stood in the state-of-the-art cabin that he would never be able to afford on his salary as the bartender at Hooligan's, a bar 1.5 miles from campus; having a rich affiliate wasn't a bad thing.

    "Are you serious?" Eric questioned. His eyebrows knotted up looking at Jordan with confusion. "It's spring break! And you're about to sleep!"

   "Hell yeah!" Jordan explained contorted awkwardly trying to arrange his 6 foot 1 body in the twin bed. "I had a Chem., English, and French Renaissance final. I'm tried as hell and actually its Friday. Spring break starts on Sunday."

    "Cool," Eric said with a careless shrug of his shoulders. He tucked away his enthusiasm to chase an adrenaline high, for a relaxing evening instead.

     In the middle of his second turn Jor,dan a silver glint from Eric's bag caught his eye. "Is that a glock? I know you didn't bring a gun." Jordan sat up restless; trying to get relaxed in that bed was giving him a workout.

   "Yeah," Eric said calmly. "It's my safety blanket. It chases all the monsters away!" He rubbed along the sleek metal body of the gun and then checked if the safety was still on.

   "You ROTC's kill me!" Jordan said getting off the bed, and leaving the room.

   As Jordan strolled down the hall his ears picked up shouting leaking from the room by the stairs. Jordan shook his head and jogged down the stairs in search of a comfortable place to lay his head. 

Who do you think is arguing? Why?