Mad World Chapter 2
A/N: Yay! I got good reviews for the last chapter, thank you to all my reviewers. I have a goal, to make a gaasasu romantic comedy fic. My inspiration for this chapter (though you could never tell) was the new Poppy Z. Brite book, exquisite corpse. If you like dark, homicidal, new Orleans style yoai read her books. Like her first novel Lost Souls, simply put it is a book about gay incestual vampire love.
Music for this chapter: who killed Mr.Moonlight by the Bauhas
Let's see. What will I need to go to the movies? Most likely my hoodie, October nights are cold. Some money, five dollars should be enough, it is the $1.50 movies after all. That's it really it, so I start out the door. Luckily my CD player caught my eye at the last moment before I went though my door. There it was sitting in all its scratched black and silver beauty. Of course I have to take it now, more then likely I will need it around those three. I take a look inside to see what CD is in it; its some burnt CD I haven't listened to yet, but I know it has sublime on it. Thank you sublime, they took me off the highway to hell and put me on the freeway to hell. (A/N: that's a funny quote I had to put in here, cause they never do say high way) it goes in my pocket and I'm ready to go. No I'm not, but standing in my room wont help any so off I go to join the el stupados.
This will be a long night.
"Naruto, why are we taking the bus to this side of town?" I lean over and say quietly in his ear.
"Because! The $1.50 movies are on this side of town, Gaara!" Naruto says too loudly and happily; causing everyone to turn and look at us. I feel very out of place on this bus. Everyone on here looks like they are on steroids or something. I wouldn't say I'm scared, more precisely I'm intimidated. There's me, the lanky, weak little punk from the suburbs; and these are big scary gangsters from the Ghetto. But I can be intimidating as well. With my flaming red hair, my tattoo, and my trademark eyeliner.
This bus smells really weird. Some sort thick piney and herbal smell. And theres a lot of smoke….like thick mist near the back were I'm sitting. Great. Just fucking great. I am on this bus with a bunch of stoners to the bad side of town. I knew I should have stayed home.
" Hey, naruto, lets play a game!"
" Ok sure. What game lee?"
" Lets guess what gangs these people are in!"
" Ok! Let's see…he's in the crypts, the bloods. Oh he's in the kings, the BKK. Oh look! A Latino gangsta! MS-13!" (a/n: sorry if I offended anyone, but I thought that was funny.)
Naruto is so going to get us shot one day if we live though this bus ride. " Naruto, Lee, Shut up."
" Oh, it'll be fine Gaara. I mean who just happen to have a gun on them?"
" Yeah, and we can take 'em anyway!" kiba says.
" Fo sizzle!" Lee adds stupidly. After his comment a big, scary and overly muscular man yells back at us.
" Yo, man. It's for shizzle, stupid!" We get more glares from other people.
" Alright then, lets get off here, right here!" naruto states quickly. We are all off the bus almost before it stops. As the lumbering automobile sputters away I notice we are getting the finger and more angry glares sent our way.
" This whole place smells like pot. My nose is sensitive." Kiba whines. How could he have not smelt the fumes on the bus?
" Well, then lets hurry and get to the theater." Lee breaks in cheerfully. I am really starting to get tired of all this cheerfulness; and I want to shove it down their throats and make them choke on it and—
Wait… why are they walking up to that very busy road?
" Come on Gaara! Hurry up!" I walk over to them and stare down the busiest road in the city, highway 59.
" Are we going to cross this?" I ask in vain. I know we are.
" If we want to get to the movies we have to."
" Yeah and the cult of flower sellers are on this side of the road." As I look around sure enough there are the cultish flower sellers closing in on us either to convert us or sell us flowers.
" Fine." I sigh out as they dart across the first two lanes and make it to the median leaving me alone as the flower sellers step ever closer. My eyes look skyward at the clouds that hide the rest of the sky, threating to pour out rain and bring forth thunder. Right now I want to be at home, by myself in front of my computer. not here. but I cant get home without the el stupados. I stupidly sis pay attention to the bus route and I couldn't get home even if I tried. I could stand here angsting all day. About my life, my current situation, my lack of a romantic relationship. But these flower sellers are kinda freakin' me out here, and I dart to the median before they can take another step closer to me. I join the others, and we wait for a gap in the speeding cars before we jet to the other side. I'm pretty sure this is the final stretch of walking before we make it to the theater, if we don't get run down before we get there. I mean come on, we are walking in the 2 feet between the guard rail and the oncoming traffic, headlights glaring in my eyes. This could be the perfect time to 'accidentally' push on of them to their doom. I can imagine it now. Push. Scream. Oops my bad. Walk off.
I start laughing at this morbid thought. no one can hear me over the roar of the traffic.
" How much further, naruto?" kiba groans loudly. He really is a whiner.
" Huh? I 'ount know. Maybe another ½ mile I guess."
God dammit! Another ½ fucking mile! I a way to entertain myself, and I think I have found it. Amazingly we are not the only people walking on the side of the highway. I will stare at these people and make them go away.
Person 1: a dude with dreadlocks and a Bob Marley shirt. I don't see a joint anywhere, but smoke seems to be billowing off of him. My stare dose not work on this person.
Person 2: a fat guy in an orange jump suit. All he does is stare back at me.
Person 3: a hooker with a bad bottle tan and sluttly clothes on. I think she would solicit her ' services' to us if we looked like we had any money. And I don't really think I would like her ' services'. After some long thinking I think that in might be bi, or gay. I don't know. I don't really like nay girls I've seen. Especially not the whore named person number 3, which my stare also does not work on. I give up on my staring game.
Suddenly naruto the line leader stops, causing all us following to run into each other in succession.
" Clown! Clown!" he yells before jumping the guard rail into a little smelly ditch and running up a really steep hill. We all do the same after glancing at the 'IT'-ish looking fiend.
The clown follows us.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness also of this chapter. This is about halfway though the original chapter 2. Sorry for the long wait. It's the end of the school year, so lost of EOG's, EOY's, EOC's and end of year projects. I go to high school next year! Yay for me! Thank you all my kind reviewers. You have inspired me. Sadly I cant put any thank yous in this chapter, I want to get this posted before I go to a concert. Don't know when the next chapter will be up, but it will be sooner then the last one.
And about the cultish flower sellers. They are everywhere where I live, they come up to your car and just hold flower in your face. shudder I don't like them.
Next chapter: ' Suspense with a clown!"