Author's Note: So this project has been my baby for the past month and a half or so. It is a basic story version based off of weissrabbit's road trip AU which she created back in 2014. I do have her permission to do this for she has extensively helped me out with this in terms of story line and how stuff goes down. I can not thank her enough.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own RWBY in any way, shape, or form. RWBY and all it's characters respectively belong to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth.

Any real locations used are used in a fictionalized manner.

Please enjoy.

Blake always enjoyed her times in the library, it was one of the few places she could be in absolute peace. No one really bothered her when she was here, and it also meant she always had something to read. The perfect setting for someone who loved the quiet as much as herself. Saturday nights were the quietest nights too. Most of the residents of Milford would be out at a party or a sporting event. Which meant nobody would really be around, and that made it all the more enjoyable. Nobody ever came in this late at night, and the only reason the library was even open this late at night was because the owner and librarian lived in the small apartment on the floor above. That was what she really liked about the small town. With its low population, it made it easy to hide away from people and enjoy her free time.

Blake let out a content sigh as she turned the page of her book. As she was about halfway down the page, when she heard the door of the library open rather loudly. Instinctively, she peeked up over the top of her book to see a blonde girl stumble her way through the door.

"Wow," the girl whispered rather loudly as she stumbled over to the front desk. "They didn't even card me. That's fuckin' hella awesome!"

Blake let out a slightly irritated sigh this time around. It was Yang. Blake knew of the girl but didn't actually know the blonde. The girl who was always happy, excessively so. The girl who was friends with everybody and anybody. She remembered that Yang has tried to talk to her a few times, but Blake flat out ignored the girl. After a few more attempts, apparently Yang got the message and stopped trying to talk to Blake. She didn't really see the need to be friends with the loud, obnoxious cheerleader, or with anybody for that matter. Blake prefered to keep to herself mostly. Only occasionally actually having a full fledged conversation with her foster parents. Blake looked back up when she heard the groan of the librarian.

"This is not a bar. We don't serve drinks," the librarian, Gustavo, Blake thought his name was, tried to reason with the intoxicated girl. "Try the bar down the road."

"They already turned me away," Yang tried to argue back, slurring every other word.

"Well maybe that's because you look like you're sixteen."

"Seventeen," she corrected.

"Exactly my point!" Gustavo said throwing his hands into the air. He ran a hand over his face as he let out another groan. "Look, I'm about to close up. So you're gonna have to get out anyway."

"But," Yang began as tears began to form in her eyes. "I don't know how to get home," She whined as she wiped her tears away.

Gustavo rolled his eyes. He did not need to be dealing with a drunk crying teenager right now. He just wanted to go upstairs, sit on his couch, and watch reruns of the A Team.

"That's not my problem. Maybe you shoulda thought about that before you got drunk. Now get out," he said sternly. Yang wiped more of her tears away as she turned and stumbled back out the door, eliciting another groan from the librarian.

Blake took this as her cue to pack up and walk back home. She slipped her book into her bag and stretched as she stood up, feeling her muscles begin to wake back up after hours of sitting. She picked her bag up off the floor and headed outside. It was already night time and the street lamps were on, illuminating the darkened streets. The warm late May air felt good as she stepped outside. It was easy to tell it was almost summer. She was about to turn and begin walking back to her house but stopped as she saw Yang sitting there on the curb.

Almost as if she could sense Blake standing behind her, Yang turned her head and looked up to the raven haired girl. She wiped the remaining tears from her eyes before speaking. "Do you know where I left my car?"

Blake looked at the girl confused. Why would Blake know where this idiot left her own car. "Why would I know where you left your…" Blake paused as another thought came to mind. This girl is obviously drunk. Not just drunk, flat out shit faced. Was she really thinking of driving home in her current condition? "Wait. Hold up a second. Are you really thinking of driving? You're incredibly intoxicated."

Yang began to frown as she looked down into the street. "No," she stated simply, causing Blake to cock an eyebrow. "I was just going to sleep in the back."

The face she made when she said that she was going to sleep in her car made something spark inside of Blake. "God damn it." Blake whispered to herself. She had to help the girl now. Her conscious couldn't let her leave the drunk girl here on the curb all night. "Come on. Let me help you find it. I'll drive you back to your house."

Yang lept up from the curb with a bright smile on her face. She wobbled a bit before regaining her balance. "Right! This way then," She said as she began to march off down the street. Blake let out a sigh as she moved to follow Yang.

After a few minutes of walking Yang stopped in the middle of an intersection in one of the neighborhoods, looking around confused. Blake walked up behind Yang. "Lost?" Yang just nodded in response. "Alright. I'm guessing you were at a party." Yang nodded again. "Who's house was the party at?"

"It was at Melissa Carvalho's house." Yang said slurring Melissa's last name horribly.

Luckily Blake knew the relative location of the girl's house. Another one of the pros of living in a small town like Milford. "Alright, follow me then," Blake said as she motioned for Yang to follow. The walk was almost entirely silent aside from the sound of a distant dog bark or a passing car. Throughout though, Blake kept a close eye on Yang. Making sure she didn't fall over and crack her head off the curb. Soon Yang begin to whistle a tune that Blake could not place. It sounded familiar enough.

When they began to approach the house they were looking for, Blake was annoyed to see that there was no party going on. No cars parked in the street. No drunken teenagers. No music. She looked to Yang who wore a dumbfounded expression on her face. "Yang, where's the party? Where's your car?" she said in an annoyed tone.

Yang stared blankly down the street for a moment before erupting into a fit of laughter, slightly startling her introvert counterpart. As the laughter continued Blake became visibly more annoyed with the drunk girl. She yelled Yang's name, causing the girl to calm down. "That's right." Yang let out another small laugh. "It's at her boyfriend, Robbie's house."

Blake wanted to hit the drunk girl. She bit back her anger though. She didn't want to snap on the drunk girl and possible cause her to start crying again. She didn't want to have to deal with that. The most annoying part was that the house in question was on the complete other side of town. Back where they started. Blake began to rub her temples as she looked to the drunk girl who had a dumb smile plastered across her face. Letting out another sigh, Blake began to walk. "Come on."

When they finally make it across town, the duo manages to find Yang's car rather quickly. Yang begins to stumble up to the driver side door before being stopped by Blake. "No no no. Gimmie your keys and get into the passenger seat." Yang lets out a huff as she hands the keys over to Blake and stalks around to the other side and gets in. As Blake gets in she looks over to her passenger who already seems to be over the fact that she had to give up her keys. "Alright. Where do you live Yang?"

The blonde lets out a small laugh before responding. "In a house." Yang then burst into a fit of laughter as if what she just said was the funniest thing in the world.

"Yang." She said with a stern tone.

"Just drive. I'll tell you." Reluctantly, Blake started the car and began to drive. As they drove the raven haired girl continued to try and coax the directions out of Yang, but the girl refused to tell her. "I don't wanna go home."

Blake rolled her eyes. "Then where do you want to go?"

Yang didn't respond at first. Instead she relaxed into her seat and looked out her window. She was seemingly mesmerized by the passing street lamps. Yang took in a deep breath, causing Blake to look over to her. "I wanna go far away," she said sullenly.

Blake was startled for a second this was different from anything else she's seen all night from the blonde girl. It seemed as though she was being serious. "Yang?"

Yang looked over to the the driver. "The ocean. I've never been to the ocean," She said with a soft smile. "I've always wanted to."

The way she said it caused Blake to actually smile. For the first time this night, the drunken girl was being completely serious. But seeing as she needed to get Yang home, Blake decided to use this opportunity to her advantage. "Well you can't go there without your swimsuit."

Yang's eyes lit up upon hearing the girl's response. "You're right!" She yelled excitedly, going back to her previous peppy attitude. "It's in my closet."

"Well that's at your house, and I don't know where that is."

With that, Yang gave the girl directions to her house. They arrived at her house within minutes and pulled into the driveway. All the lights in the house were off, indicated that all the current residents were already in bed. "And here we are," she says looking over to Yang to find her just staring up at the house. "You gonna go in?" Blake said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"I don't wanna go in like this. I'll piss my dad off." Yang said nonchalantly. Blake shrugs it off as drunk Yang being drunk Yang and gets out of the car. As she begins to walk away she hears the sound of Yang falling out of the car and turns around to watch the girl stumble to her feet. "Wait. Where are you going?"

Blake gives Yang a confused look. "Uh, I live near the library so I walked. I gotta go home."

"No," Yang shouted as she stumbled her way over to Blake. She grabbed Blake by her hoodie and pulled her close to her face. "It's dangerous."

"I'll be fine, really," Blake tries to argue back, pushing the blonde off of her.

"No. It is way too late and way too dangerous."

After a few more minute of Yang arguing, Blake finally gave in not wanting to argue anymore with this drunk idiot. "Fine get in. You can stay at my place then so you can leave tomorrow morning with your car." Yang happily agreed with this and got back into the car. It also worked in her favor anyway since she told her dad she was staying over at another friends house anyway. Blake got back in the driver's seat shortly after and started the car, pulling out of the driveway and heading to her own house.

Once they arrived at Blake's house, she pulls into her driveway and turned the vehicle off. She moved to get out of the car but is stopped when she felt Yang's foot kick her in the shoulder. She looks over to see Yang climbing into the back of the car and sprawl out across the back seat, cocking an eyebrow at the girl again. "What are you doing? Aren't you staying at my house?"

Yang smiles up the the girl happily. "No… This is where the trash belongs. In my back seat. It's where I'll be taken out," Yang said with a sense of pride.

Blake just blinked and opened her mouth. Closing it when she couldn't find the words. Did she just call herself trash? Was she proud about that? "Are… are you sure?"

Yang gives Blake a wink. "Yeah. I'm gonna sleep here. I'll be fine."

Letting out yet another sigh, Blake agreed. "Okay."

Yang gave her a reassuring smile as she got comfortable and closed her eyes. "Night," she said

with a yawn.

With that Blake closed the door and began walking up to her house, glancing over her shoulder one last time at Yang's car. She'd be all right. She was Yang after all.

XxxxXxxxX

Yang was jolted awake from her sleep the next morning by what sounded like two gunshots. She jumped up letting out a holler. "This is it!" she thinks, "Goodbye world!" "At least I went out with a Yang!" she yelled as she ducked forward in an attempt to possibly avoid whatever the bang was. She stayed in her position for another few seconds before realizing that she wasn't dead. Slowly she sat up and turned to see Blake standing outside the car with an annoyed expression.

"Are you done?" Blake said as Yang opened the car door.

Yang then realized that the banging gunshot noise wasn't actually a gunshot. It was Blake knocking on the window. The events of the night before suddenly came back to her. Her drunkenly stumbling into the library, crying about not knowing where her car was, and her and Blake's escapade across all of town and back. Yang's face then flushed red with embarrassment as she looked down to avoid eye contact with the girl.

Blake rolled her eyes at Yang as she shoved a bottle of water and a couple of Advil into Yang's face. "Here. So you don't crash on the way home."

Yang looked at the items in the girl's hand and gratefully took them. Her head was killing her. Felt like someone was beating her head with hammer. She popped the Advil into her mouth and quickly drank the water down. Once finished she climbed out of the back seat and smiled to Blake. "Thanks. You know, for that A-plus hospitality. Nearly gave me a freaking heart attack."

Blake could tell the blonde was hungover. After her reaction when she knocked on the window, that much was obvious. "Yeah. No problem." Blake looked back up at her house. "Now can you get out of my driveway before my parents wake up? Don't need them to freak out because some random hungover girl is here."

Yang nodded slowly, for if she nodded any faster it might make the throbbing in her head worse than it already was. She then got into the driver's seat of her car and started it. "Thanks again," She said before she pulled out of the driveway and headed for home.

XxxxXxxxX

Monday came much faster than Yang would've hoped, but she guessed it beat staying at home with her dad who just so happened to be angry with her. Apparently he called the house of the friend that Yang said she would be staying at because Yang wouldn't answer her phone and he needed to tell her something. That phone call led to him finding out that his daughter wasn't even there. She hadn't even stopped there at all. As a result Yang lost her car privileges for the next few weeks, meaning she had to walk or ride the bus to school. Yang cursed under her breath as she walked out the cafeteria doors and out into the courtyard of Beacon High, lunch in hand. She walked over and took a seat at the table with her usual group of friends.

"What happened to you at the party on Saturday, Yang?" one of the girls at the table asked.

Yang looked up from picking at her mashed potatoes. "Hmm?"

"Like you just disappeared."

"Oh that," Yang said with a chuckle. "Went for a walk," She answered with a shrug. Yang's thoughts went back to that night and how much she probably burdened Blake. "I should probably apologize for that," Yang thought as she let out a sigh. "Hey I got something I need to do." Yang then rose from her seat and went to go find Blake. On a hunch, she decided to check the school's library. Entering the library, Yang began to scan for the raven haired girl.

She smiled when she spotted who she was looking for, sure enough with her nose shoved in a book. Without any hesitation, Yang made her way over to the girl. "Hey."

Blake looked up from the book to see Yang standing over her. "Uh… Hi?" Blake said with a confused look. What could Yang possibly want now?

Yang shifted her weight to her right leg and she ran a hand through her long golden mane. "So I wanted to say sorry for Saturday."

Blake was actually surprised. She never really expected Yang to apologize for Saturday. She more or less just expected the cheerleader to sweep it under the rug and never speak to her. Not that Blake really would've minded. She wasn't really expecting a friendship to spawn after one night of watching a drunken girl stumble around all of Milford in the middle of the night. "It's fine." Blake stated simply.

"Do you think that maybe you could forget it. Like everything I did and said?" Yang said looking warily. "I wasn't in the right state of mind. It wasn't me."

"Yeah sure. No problem," Blake said as she looked back down to her book. She quickly realized that the blonde girl was still standing there. She let out a sigh as she looked back up. "What?"

"This is like the longest we've ever had sustained conversion since I've met you."

"What about Saturday?"

"That," Yang began as she pointed an accusatory finger at the girl. "Does not count. I said to forget about Saturday."

"Either way, I don't know you. You don't know me. We just go to the same the school and have a few classes together."

"Ah ha!" Yang crossed her arms. "That makes us classmates, which means I know of your existence. So ha, Belladonna."

"This obnoxious little…" Blake's thought was interrupted when she noticed the left side of Yang's mouth quirk up into a lopsided grin. Something about that grin completely shut down all of Blake's thought process, causing her to have look to away and blink a few times to regain her composure. Blake rolled her eyes as she looked back to Yang. "Look, I'm not interested in being friends."

"But I am," Yang retorts, still grinning.

Friends. Blake thought about the word for a minute. Would it really be that bad? She did apologize for the crap she put Blake through on Saturday. Blake took in a deep breath, slowly letting it back out. "Why would she want to be friends with me? I'm nothing special." Blake thought about it for another moment. "Do you ever stop being so annoying?"

Yang's grin faltered a bit, but she managed to keep it up. She managed to shrug in response to the question. "Do you wanna hang out after school?" Yang asked not really expecting much. She didn't want to really force the girl into anything but Yang figured she'd let Blake know the option was very much open.

Blake looked down, sighing in annoyance, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit flattered. Nobody has ever tried this hard to talk to her. Not even her own foster parents. They kind of just stopped bothering her when they realized she wasn't going to talk to them that much. Most people acted that way with her. But then here was Yang, trying her damndest. It would give her something else to do other than hole up in the library by herself again after school. When she finally looked back up, Yang was still standing there with that stupid grin spread across her face. "Fine," She said reluctantly. "We'll hang out after school."

Yang's grin spread into one of the brightest smiles Blake had ever seen as she let out a squeal of excitement. "You won't regret this Blake," She said with a thumbs up. 'We'll meet out front after school. What do ya say?"

Blake couldn't help but smirk at the girl's excitement. "Alright. Sounds fine with me."

A bell then began to ring over the school's speaker system notifying the students that the lunch period was now over. Yang bid Blake a farewell and a promise to see her after school before she ran off for her next class. Blake watched the girl as she jogged off leaving her in the silence of the school library, smirk still splayed across her lips.

XxxxXxxxX

The ride to the ice cream shop after school was a rather silent one. Neither of the two really knowing what to talk about. Now walking over to table with their ice cream in hand Blake finally broke the silence. "So why couldn't you drive here yourself?" Blake asked, genuinely curious.

"Dad took my keys." Yang said with a shrug.

"Well you were gonna drive drunk."

"I didn't. I was planning on hobo sleeping in it."

"Hobo sleep?" Blake cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you know what I mean." Yang said taking a bite of her ice cream.

They sat there in the silence for a few minutes. Yang didn't really know what to talk about with Blake. She was actually nervous, which was strange for the blonde. Normally she never had this issue. She could always find something to talk about with anyone. She blamed it on the fact that Blake had seen her when most vulnerable. She could barely look the raven haired girl in the eyes. "So. Uh… Have you seen any good movies lately?" Yang said grabbing the first thought that popped into her head.

Blake just shrugged. "I watched that new Sandler movie. It wasn't good by any means."

"Oh. Yeah, it was pretty shitty," Yang said with a shake of her head.

"Yeah," Blake said not really knowing how to further the conversation.

Yang noticed the conversation was going nowhere and quickly changed the subject. "Did you see the fight that broke at in the halls between periods today?"

Blake let out a small chuckle. "Kinda hard to miss when it's taking up the whole hallway."

"Yeah. Mister Bradford had to come and break it up."

"I saw that."

"Yeah." Yang didn't know what else to say. It was clear the conversation was continuing to go nowhere. Yang let out a sigh. This was harder than she thought it would be. "So, uh…" Yang said attempting to try again. "You must really like books if you were at the library until close."

Blake gives a soft smile. "Yeah. I really do enjoy reading," She said as she finished her ice cream. "I like reading there because then I don't have to go home." Blake's eyes widened as she realized what she just said. In an attempt to keep the conversation going, she let a little bit more slip than she was comfortable with. "Actually nevermind. Forget I said anything."

Yang noticed Blake getting uncomfortable about what she said. It was obviously a sensitive subject. Looking Blake over, the blonde could tell Blake needed a distraction, So she decided to just talk. Anything that came to mind. Yang began telling the story about when she had to help her little sister, Ruby, with her project for robotics club. She went on about how the confounded thing was practically held together by gum and the hopes and dreams of small children and how whenever she went to touch it, the damn thing would electrocute her.

Blake never really added to the conversation, but Yang was okay with that. Instead she just sat and listened as the blonde continued to tell the story. She watched as Yang talked about the entire situation rather animatedly and found herself smiling.

Yang noticed her smiling, feeling a sense of pride in making Blake smile.

Soon though, the fun had to end. Yang still didn't want to go home. She was tired and probably as soon as she walked in the door, Ruby would ask for her help. Not that she didn't enjoy helping her sister. The small girl was just filled with so much energy it was very draining to keep the girl focused. She'd honestly rather just lay down and relax. Yang didn't really talk much on the ride home. Choosing to use the silence to relax before she had to go be a big sister.

Yang slowly got out of Blake's car once they arrived at her house. Before closing the door Yang poked her head back in the car. "I have cheerleading practice tomorrow but we should totally hang out afterwards."

Blake paused to think about it for a moment. If today was anything to base it off of, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "Yeah, sure. Just meet me at the library."

Yang smiled and nodded in acceptance as she closed the car door, saying goodbye. Once the red Pontiac was out of sight, her smile dropped. She was honestly exhausted. Letting out a sigh, she turned around and put on a smile, walking up to her house.

XxxxXxxxX

Blake actually spent every day after school for the next two weeks with Yang. It was an excuse to not be home. She actually found that she genuinely enjoyed Yang's company, even if she was still obnoxious. Blake still didn't talk too much, but Yang seemed to be fine with it. Maybe she learned it was just how Blake was.

School had just let out for the summer, and the duo found themselves at a diner on the other side of town. Yang was talking on and on about how her final exams went in her classes, saying how difficult her advanced placement classes were. Blake was surprised to find that the blonde was actually in a few advanced placement classes. She never pegged Yang as an intellectual, but - as it turns out - Yang was actually on honor roll.

Blake turned her head to look out the window of the diner. She was actually dreading the summer. It would mean she would need to find a summer job. Actually interact with people. She would also have to find other excuses to be out of the house. Yang had stopped talking to her by this point and Blake decided to actually try and start a conversation for once. "So. What do you have planned for the summer?"

Yang began to spout off about how she has all these invites to parties, bonfires, and what not. Her smile seemed to falter a bit as she continued to talk on about it, eventually sinking back into her seat as her smile faded. "I don't know how I'm gonna do it all. I'm also going to have to take care of Ruby while Dad is at work." Yang let out a sigh. "It's sometimes a bit too much."

One thing that Blake picked up from the blondes ramblings was that it seemed as though she had too many people she was trying to please. It almost seemed that she didn't even want to go to these parties. Almost like she sometimes wanted to be left alone, but in all the times stories like such have come up Yang does them. Just so the people asking will be happy. Her mind began to drift off as she thought more about this upcoming summer. They both seemed to be doing things they didn't particularly want to do. Her mind then drifted to what Yang said that Saturday night that sparked this unexpected friendship. "I wanna go far away." Far away. Huh? That actually didn't sound half bad right now. "I wish we could just run away." Blake didn't even realize she had said the words as she frowned.

Yang was taking a drink of her soda when she heard Blake's words, causing her to look at the girl. Yang could feel her heart breaking at the sight of her frown. She had been working so hard and the girl had actually been smiling as of recent. But that frown just killed Yang. She then thought about what Blake said. It was actually a perfect excuse to get away from here. From her friend's, her dad, Ruby. To get away from everything really. For both of them. "Then let's do it."

"Huh?" Blake looked at Yang, confusion written all over her face.

"Lets run away."

"Are you crazy Yang!?"

Yang chuckled slightly at Blake's reaction. "We're not really running away. It's not like we're gonna have our pictures on milk cartons or anything." Yang leaned forward and smiled at the girl. "We're just gonna take a road trip."

"But how?" She said still very confused about the idea.

"Look, I got quite a bit of money saved up from Christmas and birthdays. Even from a few odd jobs I've done for friends and others around town."

Blake thought about the Idea. She too had money saved up from previous summer jobs, and she hadn't really spent any of it. Thinking more heavily on it, it was perfect. It was just what she wanted. A summer away from everything. She looked back to Yang and smiled. "Alright. Let's do it."

XxxxXxxxX

A week later, with her bags packed, Blake was on her way over to Yang's house to pick her up. She was actually surprised with how easily her parents agreed to let her go on this road trip. They basically just asked who she was going with, and how long she would be. After they had that information, they told her to be safe and to call every now and again to check in. Unknown to Blake was that they only agreed because they were afraid that Blake would be gone from them forever if they said no.

Yang's father had been a bit harder to convince. He didn't fully trust Ruby on her own yet for the summer while he was working, but once he agreed he told her basically the same thing Blake's parents told her. Ruby apparently was a bit upset. Her big sister wouldn't be there for the summer, which was something she always enjoyed. She asked who Yang was going with. Yang told her it was a new friend and something she needed to do. She did feel guilty though. She was sort of using Blake as an excuse to leave. It didn't stop her from packing her bags though.

Yang was sitting on her porch with her father and Ruby behind her when Blake pulled up in her 1990 Pontiac Sunbird. Yang smiled as she looked at the old car. It was beat up, but it was still the perfect car. It looked like one you'd see in those road trip movies. She hopped up and grabbed her bags, walking over to the car as Blake popped the trunk for her. Her father and sister followed her down to the car to say their goodbyes. Once her things were in the trunk, she turned around to face her family.

Ruby lunged forward pulling Yang into a hug. "I'm gonna miss you Yang!" She cried out as she tightened the hug. "Remember to Skype me."

"I'll miss you too Rubes," Yang said hugging her sister. "I will when I can. Okay?" Ruby nodded in conformation. Once she let go, Yang gave her dad a hug. "I'll be back at the end of the summer."

"Have fun Yang. Don't hesitate to call if you need anything," Taiyang told his daughter.

"I will dad."

Yang let go of her dad and walked over to the passenger side door. She gave her father and sister one last wave before getting in the car.

Blake looked over to Yang and smiled. She was actually very excited for this trip. "Ready?"

Yang nodded in response and Blake put the car in drive, heading off for the interstate. "So where to first Yang?"

Yang thought for a moment. "I'm thinking north."

"No set destination, just a cardinal direction?" Blake looked to Yang with a quizzical look.

"Nah. This is an adventure Blake. Wherever the road takes us."

Author's Note: So the Title is subject to change. It's just a temporary place holder until i can think of something better. If you have any ideas, feel free to message me. Also, the other chapters will come... eventually. I have chapter one up right now just the gauge the interest people have in it. To decide how frequently I should be working on this. So thank you very much for reading and please tell me what you thought of it.