Chapter 4
Everyone fell asleep around three in the morning. After Amy's and Dawn's blow out, Adam and Gail discovery, John was writting more rhymes, everyone was finally tuckered out on the first day together. The next morning, the first to wake up was Dawn Marie. Rubbing her eyes, she looked over beside her, and saw that she fell asleep on the ground in the middle of the asile. Shortly after, John woke up.
"Hey babe," he greeted Dawn seeing her looking out the window. Without moving, Dawn continued to look out the window, her chin rested in the palm of her hand. "Hungry?" John asked trying to start a conversation.
"Haven't had anything to eat in two weeks, of course I'm hungry, but those no food on this train, Cena," Dawn pointed out harshley.
"Then how come I saw Amy and Gail eating a tub of ice cream yesterday? Adam was munching out on chips, Stacey looked like she was having an orgasim over a fucking chcolate bar, and Mark was eating those protein bars he has. Don't tell me there's no food on this train," John whispered taking a seat next to her. "It's just your choice not to eat, that's all. You'll get sick. Take better care of yourself hun." With that, John got up and walked over to where Mark was sleeping. Smacking him across the head, he noticed that Mark and Stacey were already awake playing a game of tic tac toe.
"Sup baby?" John greeted Stacey, winking at her. Giving John a disgusted look, Stacey walked away, going towards the food cabinet. "That's not fair man. How come you got the pretty girl?"
"Nice guys finish last?" Mark replied arching his eyebrow, giving John a smirk.
"If nice guys finish last, does that mean bad guys finish first?" Adam asked, coming over to sit down with the guys. "Because if that's the case then...."
"Shut up, Adam! Just look!" John whispered harshly. The three guys tilt their heads a little, leaning out of their seats, just in time to see Stacey bend over and pick something up. Mark whislted and low whistle, quietly enough just so the guys could hear him. "Perv," John muttered glaring at Mark.
"C'mon guys, lets not make this a competition over who gets the girl. Besides, according the the schedual, we still got a stop somewhere to pick up someone. Maybe it's a new girl you guys could fight over eh?" Adam suggested trying to relieve the tension the layed between the three seats. "Guys, c'mon, seriously," Adam pleaded.
"It ain't over until the fat lady sings," Mark pointed out to John.
"It ain't over until I say it's over," John threatened, pulling out a switch blade he kept in his back pocket. With a gulp, Mark moved away, not wanting to go anywhere near John. Unfortunatly, Mark backed up into Gail, causing her to fall backwards and into the fridge, the handle jabbed at her side.
"Oh, for fucks sake..." Gail mumbled, rubbing her side. "Will you boys smarten up?" She asked furiously opening the fridge.
"Sorry Gail, my fault," Mark admitted hugging her from behind. "I just got a little scared, I........saw a spider," Mark said, covering up the truth. Adam bit his lip trying not to laugh as John slowly put his switchblade back in his back pocket. Gail turned around looking up at the three guys. She was the smallest on the trian, but she felt no intimidation to people who are taller than her. Taking out the spoon she found for her pudding cup, she pointed at the guys with it.
"Smarten up. We don't know how much longer we'll be here and the last thing we need is people getting hurt. Plus, we have someone else coming on here today, do we want to make him...or her....go back to their home?" Gail questioned opening up her pudding cup.
Bowing their heads, the boys answered, "No Gail."
"Awww, look at the boys feeling guilty!" Amy and Dawn chimed in. Amy got on her tip toes and pinched Adam's cheeks. "You're so cute when you pout," Amy mocked Adam pouting. "What's with the long faces anyways?"
"Gail told us to behave," John told Amy, disgust in his voice.
"Hey guys, don't wanna ruin the party or anything, but we have a new person, like, right now," Stacey told the group leaning in while still hanging onto the frame of the door.
Everyone fell asleep around three in the morning. After Amy's and Dawn's blow out, Adam and Gail discovery, John was writting more rhymes, everyone was finally tuckered out on the first day together. The next morning, the first to wake up was Dawn Marie. Rubbing her eyes, she looked over beside her, and saw that she fell asleep on the ground in the middle of the asile. Shortly after, John woke up.
"Hey babe," he greeted Dawn seeing her looking out the window. Without moving, Dawn continued to look out the window, her chin rested in the palm of her hand. "Hungry?" John asked trying to start a conversation.
"Haven't had anything to eat in two weeks, of course I'm hungry, but those no food on this train, Cena," Dawn pointed out harshley.
"Then how come I saw Amy and Gail eating a tub of ice cream yesterday? Adam was munching out on chips, Stacey looked like she was having an orgasim over a fucking chcolate bar, and Mark was eating those protein bars he has. Don't tell me there's no food on this train," John whispered taking a seat next to her. "It's just your choice not to eat, that's all. You'll get sick. Take better care of yourself hun." With that, John got up and walked over to where Mark was sleeping. Smacking him across the head, he noticed that Mark and Stacey were already awake playing a game of tic tac toe.
"Sup baby?" John greeted Stacey, winking at her. Giving John a disgusted look, Stacey walked away, going towards the food cabinet. "That's not fair man. How come you got the pretty girl?"
"Nice guys finish last?" Mark replied arching his eyebrow, giving John a smirk.
"If nice guys finish last, does that mean bad guys finish first?" Adam asked, coming over to sit down with the guys. "Because if that's the case then...."
"Shut up, Adam! Just look!" John whispered harshly. The three guys tilt their heads a little, leaning out of their seats, just in time to see Stacey bend over and pick something up. Mark whislted and low whistle, quietly enough just so the guys could hear him. "Perv," John muttered glaring at Mark.
"C'mon guys, lets not make this a competition over who gets the girl. Besides, according the the schedual, we still got a stop somewhere to pick up someone. Maybe it's a new girl you guys could fight over eh?" Adam suggested trying to relieve the tension the layed between the three seats. "Guys, c'mon, seriously," Adam pleaded.
"It ain't over until the fat lady sings," Mark pointed out to John.
"It ain't over until I say it's over," John threatened, pulling out a switch blade he kept in his back pocket. With a gulp, Mark moved away, not wanting to go anywhere near John. Unfortunatly, Mark backed up into Gail, causing her to fall backwards and into the fridge, the handle jabbed at her side.
"Oh, for fucks sake..." Gail mumbled, rubbing her side. "Will you boys smarten up?" She asked furiously opening the fridge.
"Sorry Gail, my fault," Mark admitted hugging her from behind. "I just got a little scared, I........saw a spider," Mark said, covering up the truth. Adam bit his lip trying not to laugh as John slowly put his switchblade back in his back pocket. Gail turned around looking up at the three guys. She was the smallest on the trian, but she felt no intimidation to people who are taller than her. Taking out the spoon she found for her pudding cup, she pointed at the guys with it.
"Smarten up. We don't know how much longer we'll be here and the last thing we need is people getting hurt. Plus, we have someone else coming on here today, do we want to make him...or her....go back to their home?" Gail questioned opening up her pudding cup.
Bowing their heads, the boys answered, "No Gail."
"Awww, look at the boys feeling guilty!" Amy and Dawn chimed in. Amy got on her tip toes and pinched Adam's cheeks. "You're so cute when you pout," Amy mocked Adam pouting. "What's with the long faces anyways?"
"Gail told us to behave," John told Amy, disgust in his voice.
"Hey guys, don't wanna ruin the party or anything, but we have a new person, like, right now," Stacey told the group leaning in while still hanging onto the frame of the door.