>>> Are We There Yet? -The Bus Ride-

[freddy]

Claire nodded in understanding as he had said that he’d been stressing before the actual bus ride had gotten underway. The fact surprised her, but knowing her own high stress level, she could see where he was coming from. Out of some courtesy, she didn’t ask what had been wrong, because that might have resulted in his asking her if she’d been stressed, where she would feel slightly obligated to tell him the truth. Which would mean the whole truth. That her own stress had been caused by the fact that he was coming along. Claire laughed a little as he yawned as well. “Yeah. Didn’t sleep well for some reason last night.” That was a simple way of putting it, she figured as she shrugged a little.

TIME LAPSE:

Claire and Elliot had talked most of the way to the rest stop. Random topics were opened and closed, and jokes were exchanged. She found that as the trip went on, she was getting more and more attached to Elliot, his laid back style, and his attitude overall. She still kept a little emotional distance though, mainly because she didn’t know how he felt about her yet. He acted friendly. Because that’s what they were, she supposed. Friends. But did he feel anything else?

Eventually, their talking had lead to more yawns and less talking. Then, they had stopped talking altogether. Sometime around five, Claire had fallen asleep. Now, as the bus moved along towards the rest stop they were going to take, Claire’s head was resting on Elliot’s shoulder, having fallen there a short while before. She slept soundly, now and then mumbling something in her sleep. Had she woken up just then, she might have been mortified, but he did have a comfortable shoulder.[/color]

[Reed Turner]

"You can tickle someone to death?" he asked, pondering a moment. "How the fuck is that possible? I mean, I know you can pee your pants, or hell, even shit your pants, but death?" He lifted his hand and moved it across the air as if reading a marquee, "I can see it now, 'Here Lies -whoever- Death By Tickled.' Damn, that would be humiliation to the max. Even in the afterlife, people would be making fun of you." He took a sideglance at Ashley, "Maybe I can kill Joey that way. That way, my hands won't get dirty," he stopped for a moment and this time looked fully at Ashley, "or does that sound a little gay?"

Reed had no idea how he had gotten all these enemies. Jake was just a natural dislike since sophmore year when Jake took his current girlfriend. Jason was since the beginning of highschool. It had been always a little game they played. Who coupld get the most girls. Of course, as they hit their junior year the game turned into 'who could have sex with the most girls.' I mean, sure, Jason and Reed had a lot of the same friends, but did they ever hang out with each other? No. Would they ever? Yeah! When pigs flew, but that would probably be coming soon due to the science nowadays, so Reed wasn't going to make any bets. But, when it came to Joey, he really did draw a blank. Reed thought they hit their breaking point when Joey confronted him in Nonsense.

Reed knew Amanda. Reed was friends with both the Summitts. It was funny though. Another person that connected him with Joey. "Well, I don't think that gives him the to act like that and still go off with Amanda. Maybe you should try and talk to him later tonight. Anyways, it's no fun with both of us hate him at the moment," he smirked at her.

"Already...you can read my mind. What else can you do?" he asked her, looking back down at her. "Oh," he said, "well, I didn't want her to miss out on this because of me. I would have watched her. Fuck. Maybe I should have stayed back," he suddenly felt extremely selfish and greedy, "Maybe I'll just call her when we get back down there.

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[leslie]

“It sounded amazing when my parents were telling me about it.” Ben said in agreement to Faden’s statement. “And that’s awesome that you’ve been saving for the tickets. But not so much that you got two jobs to do it.” He didn’t say anything though to the fact that Laura was buying Faden’s ticket instead. “How much are they, do you think? I have some money, but I’m not loaded.” He laughed a little, knowing full well that a lot of the people on the bus wouldn’t have to be worried at all about money.

LAPSE:

Ben continued to talk to Faden and Laura throughout the few hours that had passed. Eventually though, he had turned around and left them be, looking out of the window as random bits of landscape that flashed passed. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, calculating time until they at least reached the rest stop. He needed to get up and stretch; his legs were getting stiff from sitting on his knees and looking back at Laura and Faden for so long. He almost laughed at the thought though. It made him sound old.[/size]

[kitahoshi]

All alone in her seat, Kita didn't really pay attention to what was really going on. She sat with earphones plugged into her ears and music player playing Dir en Grey. Of course, no one here would know who they were. Or her favorite musician of all; Miyavi. After a few songs, the girl drifted to sleep. What she dreamed of, she doesn't really know herself.

TIME LAPSE:

After a few hours, the girl gently fluttered her eyes open. A bit confused and lost at first, she looked around. She yawned, stretching her arms over her head. Kita's music player was still going, now on one of the songs by Panic! At the Disco. She pressed the  button before taking out her earplugs and examining the students around her. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.

[Daphne Hayes]

6:30 PM - St. George
The Pit Stop.

"Wait. What? Why do I have to?" Daphne protested on how would ask the student teacher to party with them. Daphne wondered if he would say no. He looked mature enough to. But, he obviously went already to Vegas, if he showed up again to go. But she rolled her eyes and shouted, "Reed!" The brown-haired boy turned around and looked at the four girls that sat about three rows back. "Yeah?"
Daphne pointed to the back of Riley head who was clearly to much into conversation with Mr. Broker to even pay attention to the group talking about him. "Is he your brother?"
Reed looked to the front as if he forgot his brother was even on the bus, "Yeah." the girls heard the reply.
"Good, we need his room number," she asked him and giggled to Anne, Haley, and Bridget. There was no way of sneakily asking someone, what the room number of someone elses was. Reed rolled his eyes and looked at the four girls. "I can only imagine why you need his room number. But, it's 452," he said before turning back around to probably continue the conversation he was having with Ashley. "So, there we go. It's like instant access," Daphne said with a smirk.

She noticed Luke walking by them and acknowledging them. All Daphne could do was nod back with a smile. Sure, they finished their awkward post-breakup encounter, and now they were cool with each other. But, were they ready to start hanging out together? No, but hey, Daphne would be down with that if that would just piss Amanda off even more. She looked outside as they looked like they were approaching a city. She got excited for only a moment, thinking it was Las Vegas.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our first pit stop on our right. This is for you to take a break from this bus. Get some food, stretch your legs, and go to the bathroom. We'll be back on the road in about fifteen minutes. After that our next stop is Vegas!"

Daphne heard a few cheers from the students and she looked out the window to meet the setting sun and the gas station coming closer to them as they got closer to it. She heard Anne and Bridget complain about the service and quality of the bus she only smirked and pointed to the gas station, "And you think this is any better? There are going to be unmentionables on that bathroom floor." The bus rolled to a stop and Daphne looked at the deserted-looking gas station. "Well, this is a horror-movies in the making. We are in Bumblefuck, California...or is is Nevada?" she commented as she stood up, still looking out the window. The sun seemed to be casting a orange cast over the desert and the gas station as some kids started leaving the bus. "I don't know about you guys. But I need some food. I. Am. Straving."[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Min-Sook Park]

"Why did you do that?" Natalie asked her sister. "If I wasn't a sophmore, I'd-" She was interrupted by her sister again. She knew she shouldn't have said that outloud, but Natalie couldn't take it. Joey is so...Ugh. She didn't even know why she hated him. Natalie just met him a few minutes ago, and at the instance she had hatred for him. He seemed so nice, but was probably playing kind so Natalie wouldn't get mad.

Nikki couldn't believe her sister had done what she did. "Nat. Just leave him alone." Nikki said. She didn't want to have anything to do with Joey. He had ruined her life enough, and she had fortunately fixed it. Nikki didn't need another problem, caused by him. As much as Nikki wanted to be his friend again. As much as she wanted to forgive him. It was impossible. Nikki didn't think it was, she knew there was no way.

Natalie didn't say another word. She couldn't deal with her sister, knowing that Nikki would probably win. Then she heard some cheers, assuming that it was time for the pitstop. Natalie stood up and exited the bus. Nikki did the same, following her sister, just in case Natalie was up to something else. That wouldn't be good at all. "Please don't do anything else to cause problems," Nikki sounded like she was begging.

"Sure," Natalie replied. "Whatever." She mumbled under her breath. She looked around for a moment. Was Jake here?

[faith]

"Of course you could tickle someone to death. More lie suffercation though. Cause, like, when you laugh, you dont breath. Get it?" Ashley asked. She herself didnt know how it was possible, until her friend had explained it to her. And afterwords, it had become and inside joke between the two. Their own secret threat to eachother, that teachers wouldnt punish them for. Ashley missed those days, very much. "I would like death by being tickled. It may be humiliated, but I would much rather I'd laughing, then die in pain" Ashley said with a small giggle. She wasnt fond of the idea of being suffercated by being tickled. But. It beat being stuffed into the back of a trunkc any day, and that was for sure. "And plus, you would be remembered for it" Ashley shrugged, she looked at Reed, then looked away, out the window. The rails on the side of the high way were amusing her quite a bit. Ashley was trying to picture someone being made fun of in the after-life, it was amusing her quite a bit. She had to strain herself from laughing.

Ashley felt Reeds eyes on her. "Nah. It doesnt sound gay. It makes a good explination to the police too. You could say that you two were just kidding around so you started to tickle him, and boom, he died" Ashley laughed at the thought, in spite of herself. "I really shouldnt be encouraging you on this matter. " Ashley laughed. "He is my brother. But. I gotta give it to yah, that is a good way to kill him." Ashey nodded, she looked at Reed. "A natural born murderer. I dont wanna get on your bad side" Ashley smiled. A little giggle came out.

"Yah know, I do feel a little bit horrible about this whole thing" Ashley whispered, still looking at Reed. She would have to continue for him to understand. "I mean, I caused you to get another enemy. If it wernt for me, you and Joey might actually be cool." Ashley looked down. "I feel kind of sucky about that" Ashley didnt lift her head up, but with her eyes, she looked at Reed. She couldnt help it. But before he could notice, she looked back down at her lap. She truely did feel sorry about that. And she never recalled telling Reed that she did.

"Yeah. Im kinda sorta avoiding talking to him about that. Because I mention Amanda. He mentions you. He is to complicated. Always has to turn everything around on me. Always." Ashley sighed. "I dont hate him. Im just pissed at him, for being an ass. Hes just in a daze right now though. Im sure he will stop obbsessing about Amanda in a while. Either that, or the two will get married in Vegas and Ill never see him again. But, I think hes too smart to get married in Vegas. I think.

"I can do a lot of things. But. You have to get to know me longer to find out what" Ashley said with a smile. "No. You shouldnt throw your life away because of her. Damn Reed. Your going to Vegas, just be happy about that. Scarlett has Hannah to hang out with, the two have been getting along lately. Just...calm down" Ashley whispered. The fact that Reed wanted to go back because of Scarlett, actually hurt Ashley, badely. She wasnt going to admit it to him, but it did. Ashley sat up, and looked back out the window. "Yeah. You go do that" She whispered, to his comment about calling Scarlett. "Hey, what the fuck? Why wait?" Ashley asked, she reached into her pockets in her sweatshirt and pulled out her cell phone. "Call her now" Ashley tried to be a little rude, because it was either that or turning into an emotional wreck. And, at the time being. She wanted to seem like she was over him. And thats why she was fcing the window. She didnt want him to see the emotion in her face because that would give it all away.

[krueger]

As they had stepped onto the bus, hours before, Emilia had been excited for the trip. Luke had promised to help her with her social issues, a lot of people from Valkyrie were attending, and it was a weekend mostly away from her brother. She could get lost in the city, drink for the first time, party, and hang out with the infamous Summitt brother, Luke. To her, it seemed only the hottest of people were allowed to do that. Did that mean she qualified under that category? She sure as hell hoped that she would be. Already, Amanda Summitt had helped her with make up and clothes, plus a few other random things that she might need to know. This trip was to be her test drive.

When they had gotten on the bus, Emilia had waved her hand in greeting to Frankie. After all, he had been her first real friend at Valkyrie. He seemed like a really good guy. When they had met in the courtyard they had talked for a good while about going to Lego-Land with a bus full of bums. Later on, when they had met in the Valkyrie Hospital parking lot, Zoey Spencer, a friend of his, had diagnosed her with FAIDS, or AIDS that only Frankie could give. They had had good times, and just because she was hanging out with Luke shouldn’t mean that those times stop, right? Emilia found herself silent though, when Luke called Frankie a fag as they walked by. Were she a stronger person, she knew she might have turned around and told Luke to shut the hell up, but Emilia being Emilia, she put her head down and continued to walk.

She was still a little uncomfortable as they sat down and Luke started talking about getting drunk that night. The drinking phase of their plan hadn’t happened quite yet, but it was sure to happen sometime during Vegas. He’d managed to convince her that a party was only more fun if you got drunk during it, and she’d agreed. Emilia also remembered when Luke talked about his girlfriend, Kelsey. She smiled and nodded as he introduced them. “Nice to finally meet you, Kelsey.” She said with a smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

AT THE STATION:

Emilia had listened for most of the way to the rest stop, now and then throwing in a comment or two. Hanging with Luke and Kelsey didn’t seem so bad. They were fairly nice to most people, and being a few of the most popular people in Valkyrie was a benefit to that as well. When they pulled to a stop at the gas station, she waited for them, seeing if they had any plans to get up.[/color]

[faden]

Laura was happy Ben and Faden got along at least. They'd need to if they were charing a room. The three talked for quite sometime but eventually Ben had to sit forward in his seat. Faden and Laura talked more and more on all of the things they had to do. They had to show, obviously but then there was the Strip. At the strip they were going to do the Adventure Balloons, Maverick Helicopters, Adventuredome Themepark, Gameworks, Bellagio Gallery of Fine Art and, something they both have been looking forward to Siegfreid and Roy's Secret Garden and Dolphin Habitat. Faden also wanted to try this resturant, Hamada Of Japan. Full plate no?

Of course, they both knew they would have to pick and choose but still, nice to pretend they'd get to everything, right? Both of the two fell asleep during the ride. Laura head on Faden's shoulder and Faden's on the window. As the bus slowed Faden awoke. Faden smiled as they pulled into a gas station. He sat up on his seat, waking Laura up "Awesome, we can strech out legs, finally." He said with a yawn.

"I know I'm dying." She said with a sleepy smile. Laura looked over the topp of the seats and tapped Ben gently on the head, "Hey you still awake?" She asked. He had looked awake, but still. Excuse to talk to him maybe?

[Jason Lévesque]

"Anne.. Anne please talk to me."
"Jason, you really messed up."
"I know, I know. I don't know why I did it."
"Just go away. Go away Jason. You're trash."
"No. You're my sister. You're the closest one. Who else do I have? Grandpa?"
The two stood in a circular room, but it was.. spinning. It was Jason and his sister Anne. She was mad. He was on his knees, begging for forgiveness. Then, wait, he saw a girl. Daphne Hayes. She was crying. He felt so confused and then -"

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Jason's dream was interrupted by the old, crackly voice of a man who had one thousand and ten wrinkles on his face only. He opened his eyes, utterly exhausted by the dream alone and confused as hell. It was so specific. Everything felt very.. real. He shook his head a little and looked out the window to see that they had already arrived at the pit stop. Where the hell were they? Fucking Kansas? He looked to his side to see Chase, Reed, Ashley, Amanda and all them, way too deep in conversation. After about an hour of looking out the window and contemplating his physical state compared to the visor woman, he must've of drifted off to sleep. But he felt a little cold as the winter wind had come in harshly on the ride to, well, wherever they were. Maybe they had a blanket inside.

Jason stood up, stretching his arms and his perplexing long legs. His head was close enough to hit the roof if he was on his tip toed. He glanced over and saw Anne walking out with Daphne. His head hurt. This was weird. Sure, he was having some sibling issues with Anne. It happened. But having dreams about it, Jason actually begging for forgiveness? And where did Daphne come in the picture? He had only said hi to her a couple of times when she was hanging out with Anne, but that was it. He stepped off the bus eventually and fiddled with his wallet that lay in his jeans pocket. He was hungry. And he was cold. The wind was a bit chilly on this Winter night, even the desert, not to mention sitting next to the bus window with it open didn't help. You'd think the smart thing to do was the close it, right? Well, Jason tried that. It wouldn't budge. Which brought him into the whole hour long depression of how probably visor lady could close that window if she were there. God damn, he needed to go to the gym. Which he never went to, mind you.

The dust billowed a bit in the cliche background of the desert. Lovely. He made his way over to the mini mart behind the gas pumps, where a lot of others were heading as well. Probably soon. He seemed to be the first, mostly because he had only one thing in mind. Warmth. He made his way into the store, the bell dinging as he entered. It was too bright in here. He looked around the store and looked at the employee.

"You have any blankets? Sweatshirts?" Jason asked, as the olive-skinned man simply pointed to a pair of blue blankets with a label of 'SAAB'. "What the hell is Saab?" Jason asked the guy, whom only shrugged. Whatever - it'll do, not to mention there were only two left. Jason walked over to the blanket, not even bothering with the silly, in expensive price and grabbed a bag of Doritos. Maybe a 'Monster' energy drink as well. He didn't want to go to sleep again. He could entertain himself for a long period of time - hell, he went to conferences with the Royal court. He could probably handle another three hours on a putrid Greyhound. He walked to the counter, careful not to touch it, and then paid. It was right when he walked out that everyone started going in. Lucky him. But, before he went back onto the bus, he slid over near the dumpster, right next to the Men's Bathrooms, and had a quick smoke. Cigarettes. They sure would help soothe his fucking messed up dreams. From the first inhale everything was let free. He had fifteen moments of bliss.

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[Haley Summers]

If they wanted to go for it they can. Haley thought to herself. Haley wasn't one to go up to a guy and offer herself. She was always scared of being rejected but that wasn't why she told people she wouldn't approach a guy. Guys apporached her all the time. 'Why chase after when they can simply follow?' She would say.

She smiled when she heard Bridgets compliment, not quite sure whether it was a real compliment or her, in some twisted logic putting it down. But Haley decided to give Bridget the benifit of the doubt. "Thanks Bridget." She replied with a smile.

Haley smiled, amused, and shook her head a bit when Daphne asked for Riley's room number. She was certain Reed appreciated being treated like the pimp of his own brother. "Yes, Instant access to the teacher's room. Lance is in there as well. I think you guys are safer inviting him out with you, than staying in." She said with a smile.

Haley looked up as they pulled into the gas station. "Food yes, bathroom, no." She said standing up. She quickly adjusted herself and looked around. Haley wasn't the type to use public bathrooms, even when she was fat, ew. "Public bathrooms are disgusting." She said. Lucky for her, Haley had the talent of holding it in forever. Not forever but she could go along time without using the bathroom.

[Reed Turner]

Reed wanted to tell her that suicide would be painful. Especially by razorblade. Sitting there, watching the blood, your life, the last minutes of your life ticking by. It would be as if that those last minutes would seem to last longer than your life itself. But, the last thing Reed wanted was to hurt Ashley or get her mad at him. Not only would that suck for him, Joey would be up his ass for the next 'x' amount of hours. And that, he didn't want to deal with at the moment. "Yeah. Remembered for being a wuss," Reed decided to say instead and looked out the window, seeing as they approached the gas station, and the bus driver announcing it.

"And all you do is give me my alibi," Reed joked to her as if he was really going through with this plan of his. But no. As much as he hated Joey, he knew it would never go as far as death. In the back of his mind his voice told him that all highschool feuds were just petty and a waste of time. But then why did Reed get so worked up about it? He shuddered at the thought of being friends with Joey, "Now, sorry, but that is bull. I could never see being friends with your brother. Just, urgh," he said pretending to hold him mouth as if to throw-up. But placed his hand back down, "Sorry, I just threw up...a little in my mouth," he said with a smirk, joking.

"Married in Vegas..." he said looking up to the ceiling, "wouldn't that be a twist on things? But, the chances of that lasting are slim to none," he said with a laugh. "They set up those cheap chapels just for people to wake up one day and say, 'Holy fuck! I got married in Vegas.," he said and laughed again.

"Heyy now." Reed said at the sudden change of mood. "I'm sorry Ashley. You know what? I won't talk about Scarlet for the next fourdays. I promise. Let's just enjoy Vegas. It'll probably be my last time going down," he reasoned with her as the bus stopped completely and people started rushing to the exit. "How about we get some food?" he told her and he got up, pulling her up with him. "I am dying for some chips and mountain dew. Maybe I could even get Riley to get us some beer. Smuggle it on the bus," Reed told her as he walked down the aisle and outside.

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[Anne Lévesque]

Anne giggled, like a little school girl as she watched Daphne try and get answers. As Reed gave Daphne questioning looks, and they somewhat kept the questionnaire back and forth, they finally came down to a good answers. Room 452. Room 452. Anne had to remember that room. Wait, wasn't she in room 453? Yes! She was. She smiled widely to her great luck and wondered if Daphne, Haley and Bridget had realized their luck. She knew that Haley wasn't exactly in Anne's room, but wasn't she in the room on the other side of 452? Anne smirked, giving Daphne a quick squeeze of a hug. Symbolism for a thank you. Now she had information and a reason how she got that information. Time seemed to fly after that. Because sooner or later, as Anne looked out of the window, they were pulling into some gas station, while the sun was setting behind the desert plains.

Anne stood up a little, stretching her legs but seeing that her legs had goosebumps. The wind chill was pretty harsh, and Anne had only brought shorts, tank top and sandals. Good going, Anne. Real smart packing. She sighed, as she rubbed her thighs a little to make them warm. She nodded to Daphne, totally agreeing with her as she led the girls to the front of the bus, down the steps and into.. well.. where the fuck were they? She also heard Haley mention that she was in the mood for food, not the bathroom. Sure, Anne really had to go. But like hell would she ever, and I mean, ever use a bathroom like that. That was stooping to a whole new level. Yep, just something warm and food sounded okay. Her stomach grumbled a bit as she stood on the dry, vacant ground of the desert.

"No kidding. All we need is an axe murderer to kill the bus driver and we got ourselves a two star horror flick." Anne sarcastically replied to Daphne in a joking matter. Anne rubbed her arms, the wind chilling her again. She looked in her short pockets and felt a couple of bills in there. She pulled out a ten. Good enough. Whether the girls wanted to follow Anne or not, this girl was on a mission. While her flip flops literally.. flopped.. against the sand, it only took a couple of moments before she reached the little mart. What a peculiar site. And Anne prayed she'd never have to go into this place ever again. It looked like a bad replica of something you'd actually see in a horror movie. And the smell was so.. un recognizable.

"You." Anne said to the man behind the counter, finally seeing whom was in charge. "Do you have anything warm? Blanket.. sweatshirt... anything?" Anne asked, trying to figure this guy out, as the man simply pointed to a blue blanket in a plastic package underneath the bag of ruffles. It was labeled Saab, and seemed to be the last of it's bunch. "What the hell is Saab?" Anne asked, walking over to it, picking it up and examining it. The man simply chuckled, having been asked that only earlier by a teenager as well. Little did Anne or the employee know that the exact same buyer of the second to last buyer was Anne's brother, Jason. She shrugged as she grabbed a muffin and Tab energy drink.

"How much is this? Nine dollars? Wow. How do you bring home the bacon on this pay, I wonder.." Anne said, giving the man an icy glare, just to vent the last of her Californian whiff, and walked out. She could smell cigarette smoke very easily, and it smelt like Jason's pack, which forced her to keep moving forward back to the "pube mobile".

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[bridgetainsworth]

"We should have just flown there." she said to Anne. "You right, thank god." Then she turned and faced Daphne. " 'Cause you do." she said to her. Then she watched as Daphne got Riley's room number. She could only imagine them going to his room and getting him to come party with them. Then, she started to think about Vegas. They would be there soon, well longer then soon. Bridget was probably most known as the party girl. Los Vegas was known as a place to party. Then there was all the shopping she would do. She might also meet some cute guys. Then she realized, she hadn't really had like a real boyfriend in awhile. She she went on dates with guys. She danced with them at the clubs or parties. Really though, she hadn't had a true boyfriend in awhile. You never know though, maybe she would meet and amazing guy at Vegas.

As they pulled into the gas station Bridget was happy, but disgusted at the same time. She was happy to get off the bus for a bit. But this gas station looked gross. She couldn't even imagine what the bathrooms looked like. "This is gross." she said to her friends, "and yeah, I am starving, too." She got up and walked out of the bus with her friends. It felt great to stand up and get some fresh air. The fresh air didn't last long, though, seeing they were at a gas station. It could be worse though, like not stopping at all.

When they walked in the gas station, Bridget walked over to were the coffee was to get herself a cappuccino. It might not be as good as Starbucks, but it would do. She also needed the caffeine. She was already feeling a little tired. She didn't want to fall asleep on the bus. She decided to grab a couple snacks, too. She wasn't usually one for a lot of snacks, but they didn't really have anything else and she was staring. She paid for her stuff and left quickly. She met with her friends and started to walk back to the bus.

[faith]

"How would you be remembered for being a wuss. Who ever's tickled to death cant control that. They are being suffercated for gods sake!" Ashley laughed. The talk about death reminded her of her suicide attempt, she was thank full that Reed hadnt brought that up. But. She knew he was thinking it. How could he not? I mean, the memory of her stupidity still lingered in her mind. It had to still lay in his. It upset her that a stupid mistake like that could give her sleepless nights, thinking about how stupid of a choice it was. She still beat herself up about it. Damn. She was thinking about it now.

Ashley laughed as Reed made it seem like he was going to go through with the murder. She knew he wouldnt. But. it was still funny to talk about it. And, she didnt feel bad about it. She knew that Joey sometimes though about murdering Reed, so, she felt it was okay for Reed to joke around like that. I mean. Everyone had thought of murdering someone atleast once. Even she had. But. People were almost never serious about it.

Ashley laughed. "Dont be mean" she said giving him a playful push. "He's still my brother" Ashley sighed. She was actually okay with the fact that Reed didnt like Joey what so ever.She never expected him too. She had only said what she had because she caught Joey walking past the tow, and she wasnt in the mood to get into and argument with him.But once he passed Ashley said what she felt. "Ah. Sorry. He was walking by. I dont blame you for hating him"

Ashley closed her eyes. Trying to picture a Vegas wedding. She imidiatly opened her eyes, because of what she saw. "I just pictured myself. Getting married in Vegas. Uber creepy" Ashley cringed. She didnt like to see stuff like that.

Ashley hugged him when he said he wouldnt talk about Scarlett. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank You." she said over and over again. She felt relieved that he wouldnt talk about Scarlett. It would save her some tears. Knowing the two of them, it wouldnt save her many. Then suddenly. She jumped up. "Food. Yay!" She laughed and imidiatly stood up. "Come on. Get movin. Im starving" Ashley laughed.