Light, ashen grey clouds hung over the sky, occasionally allowing the sun to peek through, on this cool, winter day. The parking lot, of which our amazing zoom lens takes us to, where teenagers are all scrambling about, sleeping bags, pillows, suitcases all astray, and 2 large buses consume what space isn't taken by luggage, or a few parents' cars. Near the buses, kids are hanging out, laughing, and generally having a good time with their friends, while packing their stuff into either bus. Inside the buses, their checking out the interior, and what all's inside. One particular pair walk out of the bus quietly. One boy, a tall, slender body clad in jeans, and a green turtle neck, a light jacket hanging loosely off his broad shoulders, though the one thing that could mark him off, was definatly his hair style. His brown bangs stuck out over his one eye, the other emerald eye being the only other one that could see, apparently.
The other boy, was shorter than the other, blue jean clad, and wearing a green fleece pullover, with a white shirt underneath. His colbalt blue eyes blinked through brown, messy tresses.
" Well, now we just have to wait.. " The taller boy said quietly. The other boy, who was called Heero, nodded in response, not particularly paying attention, before heading back on the bus, and sitting down toward the middle/rear. Across the aisle, was a table, for four people to sit at, two facing backwards, the other two facing them. He noted that in front of his seat was a table, as well, though it appeared to already be taken by the amount of stuff that was piled upon the seats messily.
His head tilted up, in recognition, as Trowa slided down the aisle, and sat down next to Heero, who had sat next to the window, both their ' bus-riding ' stuff already there. Heero's chin rested upon his fist, as he gazed out the window, watching the other's hug their parents ( if they were there ) or talk with their friends. The others started to load the bus quickly, as the cargo doors were shut below them.
Noise suddenly grew in the bus, the other boys and girls all talking extremely loudly. Heero yawned, before slumping in his seat, and gazing boredly out the window, and then toward the occupants of the bus. A loud whistle cut through the high decibal talking, and all heads snapped toward the front, where the bus driver, and a counsoler stood, though it took a few seconds for all talking to completely decease.
" Hey, I'm Tony. I'm go' be yo' bus driver all the way there. I have a few rules fo' my bus.. " the driver spoke loud, he was a fat, black man, sounding as though he grew up in some ghetto.
" Number one; don't bang on my windows. Two; don't pull down the shades, that one over there was a'ready pulled down, and now 's broke. Three; do NOT push the red button that says stop. You press that button, an' we go' pull over, and SIT fo' 15 minutes! Do you all UNDAHSTAND? Now, r'peat aftah me, ' safety first! ' "
The whole bus -- or a large amount of it -- repeated what was supposed to be said, though in the rear, someone couldn't help but giggle.
" What, you thinkin' this is funny, or somethin', young man? Why don' you jus' come on up here, an' sit down next to me, in this chair? You can stay up here. Don' you be laughing 'bou' safety! "
" .. Err.. I wasn't laughing at you. I was.. laughing at something he said. " The kid blinked, pointing to his friend next to him, who smacked away his hand, laughing.
" Fine. Now everybody, you can go to yo' friend's chairs, but don' you be standin' in th' middle of the aisle.. " Tony droned on.
Heero sighed, and tuned the driver out. The last thing he caught was, " Good. Now y'all sit down, and wait 'til we on the highway 'til you all start goin' to yo' friends. " before the bus started lurching foward, after the first bus.
*
About two hours later, the bus was, once again, loud, with a cd, ' dc talk, Supernatural, ' Heero thought her heard the name of it, blasting from the speakers. The two boys behind him were rapping. Loud.
Trowa had long since leaned his chair back to annoy the one behind him, and only up until now, did Heero do the same.
" Hey! Mac, shut UP, already! Man, you are REALLY annoying me! " Trowa spat, trying to keep his voice above the noise level.
The two behind Trowa and Heero leaned over, so they were right above the two brown haired boys, and sang even louder.
Annoyed, Heero reached down, grabbed his pillow, and slammed it into Mac's face, while chuckling, as Mac stuttered, and leaned back. Heero hardly noticed, as Trowa vanished down the aisle, before a Chinese boy, with black hair, slicked back sat down next to him.
" That was UNCALLED for, Duo! " He yelled across the bus, though grinning. He turned around, finally noticing a blinking Heero, before cocking his head to the side. " Hey, I haven't seen you around before. Who're you? "
" Heero. Who're you? " Heero responded almost flatly. Almost. Being on a bus for so long makes one kinda crabby. Especially if you don't know anyone.
" I'm Wufei. " The Chinese stated.
Wufei blinked, and then smiled menacingly, as he smacked the window, and acted like he was going to press the stop button, before faking like he had. " I just hit the button to apologize.. I touched the window, and I needed to apologize.. I'm sorry! Really, I am. I just wanted to say sorry about the window. "
This brought Heero into peels of laughter, as he leaned forward, clutching his chest. He wasn't sure WHY he was laughing so hard.. perhaps because he had been sitting so stoicly, he was like a machine for those two hours. Trowa wasn't PARTICULARLY talkative. He straightened up, still laughing, before turning his head, hearing Wufei's name being called from across the aisle, from a girl with a long braid.. wait, make that a boy.
The boy had a chestnut braid, that, if he was standing up, probably would've reached below his butt.
" What? " Wufei responded.
Heero was still smiling from Wufei's little act, as he listened in on the conversation.
" Hey, who's your friend, Wu-man? " The boy asked, grinning like a maniac.
" This is Heero. "
" Hero? " He asked, still grinning, though slightly puzzled, while mis-pronouncing Heero's name.
" HEERO. " Heero stated defiantly.
Though Heero could normally be civilized, being on a bus with a bunch of loud teens kinda made you.. snippy.
" Oh.. HEY, Wufei! Tell *HEERO* that he's HOT! " The boy said, grinning all the more.
Heero nearly snorted, and practicly fell out of his chair, but maintained a little control. He smirked, and gace a sarcastic grunt, though audible for the boy to hear. " Whatever, " He said in response.
Wufei leaned over, smiling, and said, " That's Duo. "
" Ah.. "
Still smirking at the thought, Heero re-directed to the almost-black outside, before hearing his name being called by.. Duo.
" Hey, hey, Heero! " Duo called.
" What? "
" What is it you don't like about me? " Duo asked, his face lax, not frowning, but still holding a touch of playfulness to it.
Heero shrugged it off, not intending to answer, though smiling a little.
" Is it my personality? " Duo asked, before Heero had a chance to gaze out the window.
" Nope. " Heero said, while shaking his head.
" Looks? " Duo asked, gesturing with his hands, his clothes.
" No. " Heero couldn't help but smile.
" OH, you're taken aren't you? " Duo said, as if understanding.
" Nope, single. " Heero said, almost at the verge of grinning. Almost.
" So.. what is it? " Duo asked inquiringly.
Still a tad snappy, Heero thought for a second about saying ' mentality level, ' but decided against it.
" .. It's your maturity level. " Heero stated clearly.
Duo looked crossed between being insulted, or confused, and maaaybe just a teeny weeny bit of pain. But instead of retorting, he just smirked, and responded, " Oh, ok. "
***
End - Short chapter one.
xD Sorry it's so short, I'll try to make the next one's longer, but LFN's about to come on, and I don't wanna miss it. Tell me if I should continue with this one, it's most indefinatly going to be humor. ^^ It's taken from events that happened on my retreat, and I swear, the conversation with Duo and Heero actually happened with me and some guy. I think his name was Blake. Most of the things that occured on the bus REALLY freaking happened. ( Rapping dudes.. geez, they wouldn't shut up, 'til we were off the bus. ) Well, tell me if I should go on or not. Jaa!
Juri-Beru