Wesley Ruston opened his blue eyes to a dark hand poking him in the face. The pain was unbearable but Z rolled her big brown eyes and defended herself, "Don't be such a baby. It was only a light poke".

He didn't bother trying to poke her back, and it wasn't because he was a gentleman (because he wasn't) but more or less the fact although she was a girl she could easily hand his hubris to him on a platinum platter of whoop-ass. That and she was a good friend.

Wesley rubbed his cheek while Reus, who was sitting in front of them gave him a sympathetic look, his thick eyebrows scrunching together. He too was also the target of some of Z's 'light slaps', but he was prone to it more due to knowing Z ever since the third grade. And by also having a big mouth.

To Wesley's right he found he had fallen asleep on his dear friend Nick. Nick turned his eyes to Wesley, and adjusted his glasses. Nick looked like a huge nerd, kind of like a clone of Steve Urkel, but his eyes were as black as night and his eyelashes made girls everywhere cry in jealousy.

'Oh now you're awake' Nick teased, but without malice. He just smiled and tried to go back to sleep. In the seat next to Reus, Marcie quipped 'Is Wesley nearly awake yet?'

Marceline was a sweet girl who always had her hair tied back in a ladylike bun and knew the best pair of clothes to wear. But she wasn't overly girly, just enough to keep her parents happy. That's what Marcie liked to do, make people happy, and she did it well.

Nick pushed the tinier boy's head off his shoulder, but pushed only lightly. Wesley's blue eyes looked around and spotted Roxanne walking down the bus isle, holding out her pale white hands. Happily he grabbed her hands and grinned as she pulled him to the front of the bus to where she sat.

"My pretty knight in shining armor' he gushed. Roxanne blushed and stuttered, 'It was nothing! You guys were being really loud and the bus driver got annoyed.'

In the driver's seat an old guy with John Lennon frames was shimmying his shoulders to the jazz music on his iPod. He doubted the driver could hear anything under his huge headphones.

Wesley made an odd freaky noise, like he could never even contemplate the thought of him and co. as being 'loud'. Obviously he had never listened to a recording of his voice. As he laid his head on the chair she began braiding his dark blond hair, in the same fishtail style her dark brown hair was. He flinched a tiny bit and tensed his shoulders, like he was about to be attacked.

"Sorry Wes, I for-" she was interrupted by Marceline, who looked to the front where the two sat and yelled (Well, as loud as Marceline could actually get, which wasn't much), "Do you know when we're getting to the airport?"

"Not long now" Heidi called from the seat near the back, to Marcie's right. Marcie smiled at Heidi and began talking to Reus about something. Heidi pulled her Goth hoodie down over her eyes and went back to sleep. Wesley did the same.

~X~

Wesley looked out the airplane's tiny window at the sun going down. He felt less stronger then he was before. Beside him Marceline was playing Angry Bird on her iPhone, letting him have time alone to think. Maybe it was the fact that he spent the last two nights awake packing bags and thinking of how to ignore his family. Either way he was feeling dead tired but the nap on the bus made him feel better.

He felt thin spidery fingers tapping him on the head. He knew who it was. Wesley rolled his eyes and turned to face Victor Wills. For some reason Victor's overcoat was over his head, making him look like a nun, which he was anything but. Next to him was Weasel, despite the name, a much nicer individual one would say. Truth is he just hid it better. Good boys are just bad ones who haven't been caught.

'Heard that Z was giving you trouble. You want to start somethin'?' Victor smirked. He was offering Wesley a tiny bottle in his thin pale hands. It was a small carton of green goo. Wesley was about to ask just where he got it from when he noticed Weasel adjust his glasses. Oh. They both were down for it. Usually they wouldn't even try anything on Z or their close friends, but she 'lost' their backpack (the one that contained all their dried fruit) which Wesley was kind of grateful for. He turned around and slumped in his seat ignoring the two dorks in the seat behind.

Wesley sighed, letting out an extremely tired groan. Marceline grinned at his lameness. The airplane exploded. Wait, what the fuck?