Chapter 7:- Getting a move on
The brunette girl with the last name of Martirl took in the scene, mentally taking notes of the short man in shades; he held a certain authority over the boys that were in the forsaken bus. It made her wonder and question if that was just a quality he had with everyone, or just these lads that. Her thoughts suspected that it was the latter of the conclusion, considering the blokes did look like a rather dysfunctional family that rather worked well together within their own aspects.
And here where the girls, invading this small messed family, with their own even amount of madness, who will end up with an ounce of sanity left would be some interesting results to find out.
Megan, being the rather intelligent girl she is, she knows how things are done. If she doesn't know, she will make it her job to figure out by herself on how the things are done. Considering the situation of possibly sharing a 'borrowed' bus, with four total complete strangers, for some period of time, it felt like a wise idea of having background information on them all at some point, it'd help for future planning to be done easier after understanding each characteristic the boys held.
She smiled to herself 'Should've been part of the good ol' Angels'
The words of a girl beside her that pulled herself out of the planning on creating her own detective agency and placed her right back into reality.
"So, let me get this right…" Spoke Rain gently in a monotone voice, recovering from Mike's outburst of control over the whole situation, it had put a sense of déjà vu on her, but putting it all aside, she felt to pipe up into a conversation, before the poor hippy was forgetting and slowly becoming part of the large red double bus.
"…We're allowed to travel with you lot, going off to somewhere that's unknown to me, with Vyv'en-"
"VyvYAN, It's VyvYAANN" Stressed out Vyvyan, rubbing his starry forehead and then proceeded to shaking hands forward towards the girl with his anger flaring.
He was about to let loose with his mass amount of irritation that he was gaining from nearly everyone in the said bus, but Mike had peered down his shades and gave him a stare to say 'Be. Good.'
The angered one bit his bottom lip harshly with his horrid teeth, creating an odd look upon his face.
Unintentionally twitching his right eye slightly, the punk shook his head and forced a smile, showing his lovely yellow teeth, he leaned down and over near to Mike and placed his head near his ear.
"You owe me Michael, you owe me a right ol' big bugger load!" he spoke through gritted teeth in a hushed distorted voice, anger and annoyance poured through his words as he tried to maintain a psychotic smile, before the insanity of this whole scenario kicked in.
The tri-hawked man pulled away and taking one more look up to the three girls that were in clear view to him, and to emphasize his niceness, a larger to smile was forced upon his face, which to say the least, became quite scary.
Vyvyan then curtly turned away and started to return to driver's seat, hoping they start the journey again already and avoid anymore possible annoyances to be received for him.
Rick snorted a small laugh as the punk walked past his seat, which then gained a roll of his eyes and a lift of his hand, pointed his thumb to Vyvyan, exhaling a silent sigh shaking his head. Yet sadly this didn't go unnoticed for the man with anger.
Vyvyan to grip onto the back of the poet's skull and pushed it forward into the chair in front of him with quite a force, causing the poet so squeak out a small shriek and cover his pained forehead with his hands.
The previously amused Rick was now replaced with a rather un-impressed Rick.
"Oi! Now that wasn't vewry nice of you! SAY SOwRRY!" Rick demanded behind the pain and newly built ego from being in front of girls.
Yet all he received from the annoyed punk as a sorry, was a hand gesture of two fingers in a V formation, before disappearing behind the driver's seat once again.
"Heh, good one" Gently mumbled the previously upset and angered she-punk, yet it did not reach the ears of Vyvyan, or anyone else for that matter.
She inwardly smiled to herself. After she had finally decided to pull her face from the window, she had watched the banter that had been placed upon the tri-hawked punk; he wasn't having a good time to their recent arrival to the bus. Or is this just normal for these blokes?She mused over it all, and came to the conclusion she had no evidence to back up either thoughts, since she's missed a few events from her misery of a car loss.
Her car. She caught herself again making glances back out the window, she sighed. The car was just casually there, right in front of her eyes, simply combusting; it did not amuse her one bit, it had a lot of history with her and quite a bit of meaning as well. It was her getaway to life. Now her getaway to life is travelling in the double decker red bus with four odd boys.
Odd, I think that's too kind. Desperate weirdoes. Ahh yes, that's more like it. Her thought made her smile slightly, but thinking over this Vyvyan character, that just bashed the head of the mumbling idiot right into a hard back seat, as if it was just a fly.
Well… He doesn't seem half bad... Wonder if he has a lighter I can 'borrow' she quietly noted to ask him later on possibly, before becoming drawn back to reality again.
"Man don't have to so low!" slightly pouted the she-hippy before going on with her words once again, the conversation flow didn't go so well today for anyone it had seemed.
"VyvYAN, sorry, VyvYAN driving us to this un-said location, freely, to somewhere on this forsaken planet, and with no strings?" finally finished the hippy, creating various hand gestures in the progress to create more emphasis on her words.
This question caused Megan to nod towards Rain, admiring her new found, yet still small, amount of wisdom that appeared from nowhere, which was very much strange for the messy girl to achieve.
Pixie sighed and scrunched her eyebrows together before relaxing them again.
"Hmm… Hippy got a point" bluntly said Pixie while nodding, she didn't want to agree with the most annoying girl she had to have known in her life, but she sadly did agree.
A turn of heads occurred for the lads when the girls had finished on their part of words, Neil looked at Rick, Rick looked at Mike, and Mike cleared his throat and walked over to Neil's seat, leaning ever so slightly down to whisper into his ear, which caused a rather puzzled hippy.
"…But Mike, we don't have a lock? I mean like, how am I su-"
"Just go stand by the doors" Mike cut off Neil before the hippy spilled everything he just told him. Mike noticed himself that he had gained a habit of cutting people off, as of late at least.
"Oh wow, we got The Doors, I mean, THEE Doors? I thought they broke up… Oh, oh they got back together?" Neil asked with sudden excitement, flapping his around slightly before gaining his roommates to face-palm and a groan from the certain spotty anarchist, creating an over dramatic effect.
"Oh of course, because I got them all back together just for this special event, and I want you to be the host, we've secretly stolen a bus that takes us to the Top of the Pops studio!" Said the un-amused Mike, where his words were soaked in sarcasm, not the most impressed with the intelligence of the hippy.
Nearly everyone in the bus had noticed his tease to the tall hippy man and it even caused Pixie to slip a giggle.
"Wow! Really?!" Michael's sarcasm went far beyond unnoticed by the hippy.
The she-punk moved her whole body on the seat she sat to get in a position to watch everyone bicker. She enjoyed a good annoyance tussles between people, one the reasons she causes many herself. After taking in the conversation she snorted and chortled.
"Your hippy is 'bout bad as ours!" John said, rather gleefully, yet it caused Rain to look down and twiddle with her thumbs, creating a pouting look of innocence.
"Come off it Neil! Just go stand by the busdoors" the now annoyed Mike, pulling Neil to his feet and pushing him through the girls and made him stand by the exit of the bus.
"Alright, don't have to bring me down man… Bring my hopes up about The Doors and then I find out its all lies! Always lies…" Neil sulked to himself, while turning himself around to face the doorway of the bus, and frowned, pointed to the doorway.
"But Mike… There… There aren't even any doors here, in any form… Just a pole…" But Neil's words were all in vain considering Mike didn't reply, nor even took notice of his existence.
Nothing new…
The miserable tall man had thought, feeling rather down, just like his normal self, and full of disappointment.
…Heavy lies.
The short man in shade walked back to where he was and faced toward where the girls are and smiled broadly, clasping his hands together.
"Darlin's, when you look at the sun, you will see a blinding light, correct? Yes? Good, 'cause if you didn't I'd suggest a check up. But you know that is fire. You know it's a light source, you can't see the detail of much greatness, but without it, we'd be all pretty damned to say the least! So, think of us as the thing as the sun" Michael TheCoolPerson done it again with his famous great logic.
The countenance of Pixie, Rain and John, had all matched up to being slightly confused, to say the least.
"You, What?" John didn't beat around the bush of her comprehending what the confusing man was on about.
"You seem to be on the same stuff Meg is on, I can't stand any of this stuff! Why can't you just say it bloody well is?!" she continued to ask, while spreading her arms open wide into the air, while tossing her head to the side with her green orbs of eyes open widely, which had simply said it all.
"Jo' what he's trying to say is, you can't see what's going on but you'll need them no matter what happens, otherwise we all die." Spoke not Miss Meg, but dear Rain, she took a sudden intellect in that moment of explanation, that she grew large pair of geeky glasses from out of nowhere, but to soon floated up to the beyond when it was over.
John blinked quickly and tilted her head, she leaned her head forwards slightly while attempting to form words, but struggled to get anything that had came to sense of what just happened right in front of her eyes.
"Rain, you bloody silly hippy, what the hell was that?! Actually, you know what? I don't want to know!" John had aggressively spoken and finally decided to spring alive onto her feet, she had then started to trudge her way between everyone and in the general centre of the conversation.
"We've been here for the bloody past 15 minutes talking. 15 buggery minutes talking! If we're having so many questions over nothing, answer me this?! When are we bloody leaving the flipping desert of nowhere?!" she practically screamed.
All frustration had ate away at her and now caused her to erupt like a volcano from being dormant so long. This had drawn all eyes on her, seeing her breath deeply, clenching and then unclenching her fists.
She spun full 360° degrees towards the driver, and trudged towards him, once reaching the seat she leaned her head over next to his and gripped his shoulder, it caused Vyvyan to flinch slightly, but it seems that John was too frustrated to take her time to cause a piss take.
"Now, I want you to just start bloody driving this thing, right now, get out here, go anywhere, before I decide to spontaneously combust!" she roughly whispered into his ear, she was so close to Vyvyan that he could sense the alluring smell of what could be compared to a burnt out bonfire. Being partially arsonist himself it was a common smell he was used to, but due to the current situations he is in, he hasn't smelt such a smell in a long time, it was slightly something he missed.
John had released his shoulder and pulled her face away whilst Vyvyan had placed any nostalgia thoughts aside while decorating his face with a broad rather malicious smile.
"Righty then! Ah, safety first. You bastards, buckle up! Right, enough of that!" He spoke in his distorted voice rather quickly while bring the engine back to life from its rest.
"You heard the man!" John spoke loudly and happily whilst smiling, balancing herself by clinging onto the edge of the seats while Vyvyan had began to speed off as fast as the red double decker bus could take.
"What wright did you have to do THAT missy?!" Questioned Rick, who's chair that John had sadly decided to hold on, she glared down at him and tilted her head slightly at him, whilst pulling a cynical sweet smile on her face.
"Be quite" said the she-punk gently.
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Notes: I want to update this more, this chapter been on my laptop for so long and I just keep forgetting. I'm getting to a happy spot with this story that I can start doing whatever I want. I'm not sure if I'm capturing everyone well or if everyone is getting enough time, since I got to even out between 8 people now. Eh, any advice is loved and any ideas on what could be done as well would be lovely!
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)
Trivia:
- She smiled to herself 'Should've been part of the good ol' Angels'
When she says Angels, she's referring to Charlie's Angels, which ran from 1976 till 1981
- "Oh wow, we got The Doors, I mean, THEE Doors? I thought they broke up… Oh, oh they got back together?" Neil asked
The Doors were a band in 1965 till 1973
- 'we've secretly stolen a bus that takes us to the Top of the Pops studio!" Said the un-amused Mike
This was a British music chart television programme, which ran from 1964 till 2006
