|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 14, 2012 23:29:19 GMT -5
"none whatsoever." i snorted sarcastically, pulling my t-shirt back on and flopping down onto the space between seats, using my forearm as a pillow. "ARE WE THERE YET." i screamed, and the bus driver yelled back a definite 'no'. damn.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 14, 2012 23:32:51 GMT -5
i watched him sprawl in the space. the driver looked like he was already regretting driving us anyplace, what with my screaming and christian's... well, our need to get there quickly. "GO FASTER." i shouted angrily. |
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 14, 2012 23:39:20 GMT -5
"DO YOU WANT ME TO CRASH?" he screamed back, and i got a genuis thought. "CAN I DRIVE? PLLLEEAASSEE?" i yelled, hopping up and running to the front of the bus. the driver looked at me like i was insane, then pulled the bus over on to the side of the road and let me buckle in. YEESSSSS.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 15, 2012 8:36:35 GMT -5
okay. this bus driver must have some serious issues if he just let christian drive. he didn't ask for a license or asked if he had been 'under the influence.' which, you know, could be entirely probable. i followed him to the front of the bus, sitting down on the seat behind him. this was going to be good. |
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 15, 2012 9:38:14 GMT -5
"........which ones the gas pedal?" i whispered to hestia, looking EXTREMELY confused for a second before testing it out. yep, okay, the left one was deffinitely the gas. as we accelerated down the highway at increasing speeds, i started to notice signs that said we were 'ten miles from florida!' and 'welcome to aligator country!'. damn.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 15, 2012 16:54:51 GMT -5
when he asked me which one was the gas pedal, i just stared down stupidly. really, i had no idea. i never really was the DD for any of my parties, so i sort of tended to forget how to drive. he figured it out though, and gunned it. i grinned at the speed we were flying down the highway, while the bus driver sort of looked like he was turning a little green. I saw a sign whip past saying something about Florida and whooped excitedly. |
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 15, 2012 18:12:34 GMT -5
uhm, yeah. thanks hestia, you're are SUCH a big help. really. i must have asked her 'whats the square root of six?' instead of 'what little fucking pedal is the gas?' really, this chick is so blonde.
'florida~ next exit!'
AAAAHHH YESSSSS. cranking the wheel of the bus to the right, i sped down the motor way and skidded into the closest bus depot. i ride in class, so taking the bus all the way into town was a no-no. popping open the doors, i sauntered off and into the humid, almost clingy, florida air, grinning like a pyro in a gas station.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 15, 2012 18:17:49 GMT -5
i cast a glance at the bus driver, but didn't feel enough pity to cast him an i'm-sorry look. i hopped off the bus and welcomed the warmth with open arms. like seriously, we couldn't fall from heaven into here? like, c'mon. just a change of direction. i followed after christian, catching up to him and raising an eyebrow. "so, are we sticking together or do i go wreak havoc on my own?" |
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 15, 2012 18:46:58 GMT -5
uhm. no. as much as i made fun of her, called her names, cast her accusing glances, and envissioned throwing her through windows in my head, i wasn't about to let her waltz off without me. that would break my heart. into.tiny.itty.bitty.pieces.
"lets go to the beach." i grinned, hoping that was answer enough, and shot up into the air, black raven wings extended to theri full length. actually, first thing i needed was trunks. i'm not swimming in my tight-whities. just. no.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 15, 2012 18:55:45 GMT -5
[blokquote]well, as long as he wasn't kicking me to the curb, i was happy. for now. you know us chicks... always wanting something or another. "beach sounds fine to me," i agreed, shooting up into the air along with him. "but no skinny dipping. let's go rob a store or something." yeah. icky.[/blockquote]
|
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 15, 2012 19:08:47 GMT -5
oh ew no. not that i'd completely hate on the idea, but still. "jesus girl, you are hell bent on getting yourself thrown in jail. i do have money....." i snorted, aiming for downtown florida. we were there in a matter of minutes, dropping from the sky and into a shadowed ally, my feet hitting the cracked pavement first, i ducked out with an innocent look on my pierced face and just about skipped into a clothing store.
the hotty behind the counter eyed me as i grabbed some plain black trunks slashed through with white, hopping into the nearest change room and peeling off my shirt, which was sticky with drying blood. the cut itself was gone, along with the blood on my skin, so i ignored that little fact, stripped down, then pulled the trunks on. they hung low on my hips in such a way that it was teasing to every chick with taste, so i immediately ripped the tag off and sauntered back out to the smokin' clerk. with black bangs hiding my eyes, i licked one of my snake bites absently and dug around in my jean pocket for cash, slapping it on the glass counter, along with the tag that used to be on the trunks. she rung it up and gave me change, all the while eye raping me, and i grabbed a couple of towels from the rack when she wasn't looking. might as well be a petty thief, if i can manage it.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 15, 2012 19:20:39 GMT -5
i grinned. "yeah, that sounds about right," i said in reply to his assumption that i was just ready to get back in jail.
i followed him into the clothing store. normally, i would be super picky and take about twelve hours just trying to pick out a swimsuit. today i don't think christian would have appreciated that much. so i immediatley hit the ladies section and dug through the racks. i knew my size better than the back of my hand and immediatley resurfaced from the rack with a black and indigo strapless. not skinny-check-out-everything skimpy, but not a granny swimsuit either. it showed enough. i threw it on in the change room and gave the tag to the cashier who was completely checking out christian, by the way. well, i had to admit i wasnt trying to either. you know. butt or abs or anything. whatever. when she finally finished i followed him out of the store, wearing my clothes overtop. |
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 15, 2012 19:31:51 GMT -5
tsk tsk, hestia. i can see you with that creeper stare goin' on. don't think i don't notice. although i had to admit that she looked pretty fucking hot in that swimsuit. not that it mattered, cause it was very fucking hot out in the sun and i just wanted to swim. throwing a towel at little miss 'i'm not actually checking you out', i made a mad dash for the ocean, crashing through the waves then diving in, head first in a perfect ark. i surfaced after a good ten seconds under water, splashing up and wiping my bangs from my eyes, black wings repelling the oceanic liquid in perfect beads. grinning like an idiot, i walked back to where our towels were, trunks hanging even lower on my hips, only held up by sharp hipbones that indented my pale skin. spreading out the towel, i flopped down on my back and shaded my eyes with a hand, wiggling my eyebrows at a blonde chick who was creepin' me. i'm not a big fan of blondes. they're usually more bimbo than human.
|
|
|
|
Post by .iridescent. on Mar 15, 2012 19:37:44 GMT -5
catching the towel i followed him, but instead flopped on one of the beach chairs. there were a few cute guys milling about, but not really cute. and then there were the freaks squinting in the light that was unnatural, foreign after staring at a computer screen. i saw one with acne, braces, and way too tight of a swimsuit checking me out while i was trying to tan. which, by the way, did not 'float my boat.' actually, it made 'my boat' resemble the Titanic. but seriously. he should be wearing a t-shirt or something. i turned the other way and saw some lady asleep on her towel, a magazine half-buried in the sand. i pulled it up and shook it out, flipping through the pages. nothing really interesting. still, something to distract me from... mr. absville over there. anyways, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. "put some pants on or something," i greeted him. "the old bats over there are going crazy." |
|
|
|
Post by !? EUPHORIA on Mar 15, 2012 19:53:15 GMT -5
oh. she's just jealous that i'm hotter than her.
"i don't think its me not in actual pants thats the issue." i whined, unwilling to re-enter the world of jeans.
"put on a shirt, the nerd herd over there are starting to pant." i countered, licking one of my snake bites anbsently. it was an old habit that i had yet to break, and half the time i got the little stud stuck through my tongue caught on one of the little rings, but that was fine. its better than being a nail biter.
true to what hestia had said, some old ladies were sneaking peaks at me over their crosswords. ew. no. just. ew. i decided to ignore them and just bask in the sun. i don't tan, at all, which was really pretty amazing, considering that everyone who comes from florida // california // miami is orange and/or browner than a tree. |
|
