Chapter 4:- Unbelievable!
The boys were on their way, to literally anywhere they ever wanted to go too, whilst on a red double-decker, London bus, and to top it off, they had the weather on their side, not the usual British weather of rain. The weather was blue skies, with nothing in the sky apart from the glorious golden shining sun, a light to guild their way, to freedom.
Everyone was joyful on their journey; they had the ability to a new place that they haven't been to before, somewhere that they'd have no troubles and worries, a place of freedom from the pigs! Mr. Balowski! TV Licence men! And above all, freedom from university!
"Yes! Yes! It's really happening!" exclaimed Rick, flustering with his hands, excitement ran through the veins of the rebellious bachelor, yet it was a feeling that was shared between everyone who sat in that bus.
It was another odd adventure for them that was soon to be unravelled from the unknown, which gets the adrenaline pumping for anyone that yearns for it.
"Basingstoke, 35 miles!" notified Neil as he caught his eye on a road sign,
The hippy sat there smiling to himself from his own amount of joy, he didn't feel so down as his normal self, he felt different, he felt rather exhilarated.
"Yeah, this is what I call riding around in a double-decker bus." Mike said coolly nodding, with his black shades, that's has been his trademark since day one.
Mike could be the only one out the boys that could point out the obvious with style, as they would've put it. He was the main one that barely got any abuse hurled at him; he was rather much a leader, big brother, el president and father figure, rolled into one for the others to follow, yet this doesn't stop the other three from rebelling against the one that can control them.
"Right on. I'm aboard the Freedom bus, heading for Good Time City. And I haven't even paid my fare!" Rick said feeling rebellious and poetic, on a high of freedom.
Vyvyan flicked his head around to look at the boys, as he had been silently listening to their small conversation, he thought to have a small part take in it.
"Look, what we really need is to pick up some great-looking girls whose car has broken down, and they can do all the cooking and cleaning!" he suggested his almighty plan to his passengers.
"Yes, girls like Una Stubbs!" Spoke Rick, in a rarity of agreeing with Vyvyan.
Having girls on the red travelling bus with them, with them being the bachelor boys, it would be no problem picking up girls. It was an amazing thought for them all, a idea that was wished to be put into action, they'd have it all then. Freedom, girls, cooking sorted, cleaning sorted, entertainment and being with the associates that can come close to being called friends.
"Una Stubbs! Yea and after we can all play Charades!" said Neil, who also agreed full on with the idea, already starting to plan what they were going to do with these girls that not yet or possibly never exist.
Vyvyan flicked his head around again to face them, to join in with the conversation once more "Hah! More like nudie broad games!" he exclaimed putting another input into the conversation, giving some naughty thoughts to everyone in the bus, before turning his orange tri-hawk head back to facing the road.
Mike, who was secretly strongly agreeing with Vyvyan's idea, silently nodded to himself with the thoughts that had been planted in his head from the conversation.
Girls. Or better yet, nude girls. It is one of his favourite subjects, if it was a course for it, he'd not only pass it, but he'd actually show up to his lectures for it, blackmail would never be needed for it.
"What's the difference? They'll be plenty of chicks for these tigers on the road to the Promised Land. This is it! It's really happening! Who needs qualifications? Who cares about Thatcher and unemployment? We can do just exactly whatever we want to do! And you know why? Because we're Young Ones. Bachelor boys! Crazy, mad, wild-eyed, big-bottomed anarchists!" Exclaimed Rick from his seat, it had finally all sank in.
They were the young ones.
They could do anything they feel like.
Whenever and whatever.
But their journey had only just begun for them, there was so much to achieve and events to tackle through. Their thoughts on what to happen next had all cluttered all of their minds, nothing else mattered.
They drove off into distance, as the glittering golden orb slowly lowered itself down closer the horizon, with pure bliss, letting their imagination run wild.
Anything could happen to them now. Literally, anything.
~xxx~
On the other hand, while one has fun, another must not.
In the middle of nowhere.
"BLOODLY, BLOODLY, BLOOD... HELL!" screamed the punk named John, with all her anger.
To set the scene, the four girls were on a dusty, dirty road, where barely any grass grew around it, to describe what it exactly looked like with one word, it'd be death. While still being in the UK, the location they were at was very much out of place, it wasn't expected to be found here.
The punk's car was comfortable driven into a ditch, were it was set on fire. John had fallen to her knees and screamed to the hill tops, which had then slowly echoes down a cry and growl, which could've been compared to an angered dog that's had water chucked at it for fouling in the neighbours' garden.
"Calm down Jo, think of it this way, we left that crappy old place for the best 'eh?" suggested a Megan with shades over her eyes like normal, which for once, they was in put into their proper use of protecting her eyes from the blazing fire, but gained no response from the punk.
Megan looked pitiful towards the mohawk-ed girl, yet as always any emotion that was expressed through her eyes went unseen by them all, with them being hidden away from anyone to see. Megan understood the punk, that car had meant a lot to John.
With a sigh, Megan bent down to the she-punk's level and pattered her on the back for some mild support, but in return John had just shrugged her off, shaking her head 'no'.
You could've said that she loved her car. The black 1980's ford mustang was the closest thing to affection the girls have known John to actually give. That car had most probably gained better treatment than anything she did for the humans she shared a house with.
"...Girls... My leg's on fire..." spoke a female hippy, Rain, who just stood there, casually turning her head down towards the flame, that was running along one of her leg, to then only look straight ahead, not really bothered by the whole situation it seems, humming to herself in the progress.
Although no one seemed to take a truly notice to the possibility of Rain being consumed by the devilish fire that had taken Johns car already. But who cares for the hippy? The machinery of a car was gaining more tears over it than Rain would ever gain in a life time.
"WELL I BLAME THISth ALL ON YOU! YOU WERE DRIVING! WE GAVE YOU THE DETAILS! SO YOU KNEW WHERE YOU WERE GOING! AND AFTER WE DID EVERYTHING! AFTER WE SthTOPPED THE PIGSth, YOUMESthSth IT UP! WE ARE NOW GOING TO HAVE NO HOME, NO MONEY AND NO FOOD. WE ARE ALL GOING TO STARVE! THISth ISth UNBELIVEABLE!" yelled the short Pixie, which was in the progress of moaning, pouting and stomping around with a tantrum that a five year old would have over not getting the toy they asked for at Christmas.
"Unbelievable! ...I didn't know there wasth busthesth around here...?" she slowly added on while she squinted her eyes, to then place a hand over on her eyebrows to see through the low sun light that effected her eye sight, as she thought she could see a large red bus coming their way, being driven in rather oddly fashion, swerving now and then.
"Did you just say buses? No Pixie, you must be hallucinating, you've smelt in too much CO2, also known as carbon dioxide, which you may notice, but it is part of this black smoke being expelled from the car of flames. Since we seem to be in dead nowhere for a bus to even get here." Spoke Miss. Martirl with her terms of science.
Megan was currently tending to the car, pulling out their items of importance to them from the back of the car. Thankfully they still kept everything in their suitcases and bags, so easy removal for Megan to do. She attempted to this rather quickly before they catch on fire from the car's bonnet, but not truly paying attention to the road to check if this bus was actually there or not.
"No... Pixie's right, I see a bus too..." disagreed Rain adding her opinion to the open coversation, as for she could also see a red bus coming their way, but in the progress her leg still continued to stay a flame, and was catching her other leg to join in on burning away.
Pixie nodded furiously "Sthee! I told you! Why doesth no one EVER listhen to me! I alwaysth sthpeak the truth!" She huffed and folded her arms in frustration, not happy with Megan for not listening to her. But she was not exactly happy in general in the first place.
~xxx~
"VYVYAN! YOU'VE MISSED A RUDY TURNING!"
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Notes: Whoo!The lads are finally here and they live! The top part involved me going over their last episode for the script of speech and movements they had done, but the main thing changed, was that Vyvyan turns his head back to face the road, since that alone avoids the whole crash, but other than that, I've kept everything in their half, the same.
Don't worry, I shall explain what has happened to the girls in due time, don't worry.
Disclaimers: I do not own The Young Ones, but I do own the characters that you do not recognise from the series. (John, Megan, Pixie, Rain)