It's Got a Beat, Mr. Jones

Ugh! Only Thirty Miles Per Hour!

Mary looked at the three boys that Jeff was introducing her to. One of them was the boy she had met at the general store to buy paper, envelopes, and stamps. His hair was light blonde and his eyes were brown. His name was apparently John. There was another boy named Bobby. He had short brown hair that he wore slicked back, much in the same way as Jeff, and his eyes were brown. Then there was Eddie. Eddie had black hair that he had smoothed into a jelly roll, and light blue eyes that seemed to peer out her in a most strange way.
Mary smiled at them. They were very nice to her. They got into the bus. They were in a hurry. Bobby drove. It seemed like he was the oldest. Eddie sat a seat ahead of Jeff. John sat the furthest to the front. Jeff sat in the very back, and Mary sat beside him. Bobby drove away from the small town. They exited onto the highway, and Mary watched as her home quickly was out of site. It was like the small town had never existed, and every moment before then had been a dream.
Mary stared out the window at everything that passed. Her eyes soaked in everything. This was the first time she had been out of her home town. She stared at the cars that passed. Jeff looked over at her and smiled at her. He stretched his arm over her shoulders and brought her in tighter to him.
Mary yawned and leaned into Jeff. She closed her eyes and fell asleep on him. Eddie looked back at them and rolled his eyes.
"You two are sickening," Eddie said.
"We aren't even half as bad as Johnny and Denise," Jeff said.
"Me and Denise weren't that bad!" John shouted from towards the front.
"You were pretty bad," Bobby commented from the driver's seat.
"Ah, shut up!" John exclaimed.
Bobby laughed. Mary was still sleeping soundly. The drive seemed to become silent after that. Every now and again someone would comment on something he saw, but for the most part the bus was extremely quiet.
Hours went by in silence. The drive seemed to drag on and on. Mary slept for awhile. She had been needing some sleep because of how little she had gotten the night before. She did wake up when they reached another town so that Bobby could fill up the bus.
Everyone got out of the bus while Bobby filled it. They all bought cokes. Mary drank her coke slowly. The bubbles made her smile.
After the bus was filled, Eddie, John, Jeff, and Mary all got back into their places on the bus. Bobby got in last since he was driving and he had to pay. Bobby got the bus driving and they drove for a pretty long time again. Bobby kept checking the clock.
"God, I hope we aren't late," Bobby said.
"We only gotta be there by nine," Eddie said. "We'll get there."
Bobby sighed. "I don't have the luxury of being so carefree," He said.
"Everyone blames me when we're late," Jeff said.
"Let's just hope we aren't late," John said.
Bobby grumbled something under his breath that Mary didn't hear. Bobby tap the steering wheel as he got stuck behind traffic. He glanced at the clock.
A road sign read twenty miles to San Antonio. The bus seemed to inch forward. Bobby looked at the speedometer then the clock.
"Ugh! Only thirty miles per hour!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Calm down, Bobby. We'll make it," Jeff reassured him.
Bobby continued to tap the steering wheel. Eddie stood up and pulled his guitar case off the overhead rack. He popped it open and took his guitar out then began to strum it to fit the beat Bobby was tapping. Jeff laughed then started to sing.
"What is this traffic out there?
We ain't even goin' forty.
Too slow to ever get where
We're goin'.
Got my buddies beside me.
We're all frustrated 'bout it.
Taking a lotta time to get where
We're goin'.
Got my girl sitting right by me.
Got golden curls and blue eyes.
When will we be there, where
We're goin'?
Bobby's been tappin' on the wheel
For hours on end, again and again.
We're goin' too slow to get where
We're goin'..." Jeff sang.
John stared ahead at the back of Bobby's head. Jeff stopped singing for a few moments. "You ain't gonna do anything, Johnny?" He asked.
"It wouldn't be very easy to get my saxophone," John replied.
Jeff laughed. Eddie was still strumming his guitar.
"Ah, it's too tight in here for you to be playin' anyways," Eddie said.
Jeff looked over at Mary. "You wanna sing with us?" He asked.
"I can't sing," Mary said blushing.
"I bet you have a pretty voice," Jeff said. "Just repeat what I sing back to me."
"Alright," Mary said quietly.
"We're on the rode wishin' we were
Where we've gotta be real quick.
We all wanna be just where,
We're goin'," Jeff said. Mary echoed him with a soft, fragile voice.
Eddie started speeding up the guitar so that Jeff couldn't keep up. Mary laughed quietly. Jeff smiled at her.
Eddie kept playing his guitar as the ride went on. They kept playing for the next forty minutes. Bobby drove them towards the concert hall in San Antonio they would be performing at. Mary looked at Jeff's watch.
It was seven twenty.

(Yeah, I get it that song seemed really dumb. I can't write music for my life.)