(i haven't finished this chapter just yet, but i want to know if it's going in the right direction)
It has been several hours by now. We've been attempting to catch every single goddamn bus that would lead us closer to New York. Now we're on the tenth bus and it is driving me so goddamn crazy. First we went on the number three bus, which headed us towards Las Vegas. Then we caught the number ten bus and traveled all the goddamn way to Idaho. Why the hell did we go there? I don't know. Now we are heading towards Montana. Why the hell am I saying "we"? I'm traveling with that woman? I don't even know the goddamn girl. Who the hell knows who she could be. Maybe she's a goddamn spy who's trying to make me cough up some information for the FBI, then kill me. She has to be one because of her helluva good looks. I bet she's one of those actors who are so goddamn fake and all. I bet that's who she is. But then why isn't she in a limo or in a black truck with all of her damn spy gear? I get up and move towards where she has been sitting. Her blond hair captivated my every move until she finally turns around and asks, "What do you want?" I started to stutter and attempt to reply not in a goddamn stupid way, "Oh! I was just wondering why you're trying to get to the goddamn city of New York?"
"Why are you?" she answers back smartly.
"Well I wanna go back up there to see my little sis. How she's been doing after all of these damn years." It became so goddamn silent and I just can't handle it when people don't answer my stupid questions.
"You didn't answer my question." I have been waiting long enough.
"Why would I tell you?"
I look away and decide to just drop the goddamn topic.
"Why are you that interested?" she demands. I don't have a damn clue of what exactly to tell her. I just want to make sure I'm not hanging around a fake, that's all. So I answer back asking, "Are you planning on going to NYU or something for acting?" She stared at my goddamn face and looked a bit perplexed. She started to move around in her seat and suddenly she says, "Now why would I do that?"
"I don't know. I'm just making a goddamn guess."
"Well, that's not a very good guess."
"Then what are you going to do over there with, might I add, a gun?"
"To do some work and also to see my family."
"What exactly is this work you're talking about?" Now she her hand started to move from her lap. It landed on my knee then slowly came up my goddamn thigh. I suddenly sprang up and disrupted the only man hobo who was there, "Are you crazy! Hell no. I've been trying to run away from people like you." The driver of the bus pulled over, got up, and went up to me and said, "You better sit down during the ride or you and your woman are getting off." As I began to settle back down, I moved my damn seat, which was further away from her.
"Like who?" she asks innocently after my goddamn reply.
"You, damn prostitutes and all. Hell no, I'm not sleeping with you."