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EPOV
I hate flying. No, scratch that, I'm scared shitless that the plane's going to go down on a desolate island and I'll be forced to eat someone.
There. I said it.
Or thought it.
Whatever.
I'll have plenty of time to mull over this decision as this stupid bus takes me from point A to point B. Point B being Seattle where my parents are flying to and point A being Chicago, which happens to be really far from point B.
Of course, I promised I'd be there on time. We're all scheduled to go to my sister's wedding and she had to get married where she lives. Coming home to do that would have been asking too much.
She knows I don't fly.
I must love her that much if I'm going through all this just to be the best man.
Dad has my tux. Mom has the ring. I have faith I won't kill anyone on this damned journey I'm on.
Chicago to Washington. What was I thinking?
I've lived my entire life in Chicago. I even avoided going to school anywhere else because I loved it so much there, but then Rose meets some guy and we have to actually go somewhere.
She's lucky I love her. Have I said this already?
I can't believe I'll have to do this again on my way back.
Maybe they can medicate me and strap my ass to an airplane seat. That sounds better than what I'm currently doing.
Sioux Falls, South Dakota. What in the everloving fuck am I doing here, and why do I have to wait another two hours for my bus? This fucking sucks. Like big time. Like more than that one time in band camp where I watched Garrett make a fool out of himself in front of Kate.
Which is sad, because that shit was bad. And fucking funny. I haven't looked at a flute the same way since. Good thing they're happily married now and are apparently humping like bunnies, since they have four kids and another one on the way.
Anyway, looking around the depot, I notice there's not much to do. There are a few chairs and a counter. There's a flat screen mounted on a wall, but CNN seems to be the only thing on, and I'm in no mood to watch the news.
Sighing, I run a hand through my hair and decide that I'll just have to endure it. There's no use in getting all pissed, since apparently I'm stuck here.
Sitting in the seating area by my terminal, I decide that maybe a little reading is in order. I'm hungry, but it seems that the only place opened is an ice cream parlour, which, to be honest is really fucked up. Who eats ice cream at midnight?
Anyway, opening my copy of Stephen King's Pet Sematary, I quickly get engrossed in the story. That is, until a crowd of people start coming into the depot and making a fuck ton of noise.
Crapdammit, and here I'd hoped to get some semblance of solitude.
Sighing, I close my book and shove it into my backpack. Looking around, I watch a pretty brunette step out of the bathroom and look around. She looks about as annoyed as I feel and I smirk. Apparently I'm not the only one stuck here.
She looks up past me and walks straight to the ticket counter. I watch both women speak for a few moments before the hot little brunette turns on her heels and takes a seat a few chairs down the row from mine.
Turning my attention away from her so I don't look like a creepy stalker dude, I fiddle with my phone and wonder what I'm supposed to do with the next two hours.
I then hear her huff all the way from where I'm sitting and chuckle to myself. She sounds like a handful.
"What are you laughing at?"
I look around, wondering if that question was directed at me and my eyes land on hers.
Her eyes are wide and her eyebrows are raised into her hairline. I swear, she looks like a pissed off cartoon character. Fucking cute.
"I'm sorry?" I ask, shaking my head. Denial is my only route outta here. Abort. Abort. "I wasn't laughing at you." I raise my phone and wave it around. "Phone."
"Oh." She frowns and looks away. "Erm, yeah, sorry." She goes back to shuffling stuff around in her knapsack while I try not to look her way.
I fail miserably and before I know it she's staring right at me with an annoyed expression on her face.
"Sorry," I say smiling sheepishly. "I'm bored and when I get bored I people watch." I shrug.
"I'm far from interesting, but whatever." She rolls her eyes and shifts around on her seat, folding a leg under herself as she attempts at getting comfortable on these fucking hard, molded, plastic chairs.
"Well, I beg to differ." I turn sideways in my seat and mirror her position. "See, you're more interesting than say...that guy over there." I point to a seemingly homeless man who's currently picking recyclables out of a large trash can.
"Well, he's way more interesting. You have to wonder how he got to be in that position in the first place," she counters.
"Alright, you got me there." I look around the terminal and point out a short, stocky man currently chatting away on his cell phone. "I'd rather watch you than him." I jut my chin out toward the man and turn my attention back to her. "I'm Edward, by the way."
She looks away momentarily and shakes her head. "Well, Edward, do you make it a habit of speaking to strangers in a bus terminal?" she asks, smirking, and I can't help but return the light hearted smile.
"Not really. This is my first time," I admit and curse the three empty seats between us because another bus has just driven in. A whole slew of new people are traipsing through the doors making it almost impossible to think, let alone talk to one another.
Tearing my attention away from her momentarily, I watch the departure times being shown on the screen by the information desk and am thankful that mine still seems to be on time.
When I turn around to focus back on the pretty girl, she's gone and in her place is a rather unattractive older gentleman with a bad case of the sniffles.
Sighing, I take out my phone and fiddle with one of the games while my stomach groans, reminding me that I need to eat something soon.
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Okay, so I should have mentioned that this was a full story and not a one shot and that I was going to post this over the next few weeks... Now, who's still with me? :)