Ten Years Without You

Episode 5: Turf Wars (2)

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John's P.O.V~

John didn't even bother to look behind him, he knew that was a bad idea, a really bad idea. Instead, he opted to stay quiet and avoid any sort of interaction. He shot a glance over his shoulder at Cecile, who sat stiffly in her seat in the second to last row, which sat her next to some girl with green eyes and short coiled blue hair who looked oddly familiar but he couldn't put a name to her face.. Poor Cecile, John was half tempted to message her to switch seats but it was too late for that because the bus had already driven off.

"Hey John, why are you so quiet?" Keene asked him, redirecting his attention. John turned to his right as he saw Darren had his eyes strained on the road while driving, Vaughn seated next to Keene, looking from the corner of his eye.

"I don't have much to say," he remarked. "Quite a lot of preparation was put into this so we'll just see how it plays out. Hopefully everything will go smoothly without any hiccups."

Vaughn smiled to himself. "True true," he said. "A lot of our resources went into this event, I can't imagine if things went wrong."

Darren scoffed. "Yeah, that'd be pretty embarrassing on our half."

They lapsed into silence once more, the rumbling of the bus on the road filling the air and the chattering behind them. John turned away from them, leaning his head back into the head of the seat and crossed his arms, trying to calm himself. He'd already noticed a few far too familiar faces sat in the bus, all which he opted to ignore, as well as Wellston's royals. The landscape out the window flashed by quickly, changing from a bustling town full of people, slowly fading away into an empty road as they began to leave Wellston, but instead of taking the main road in front of them, Darren, as well as the rest of the buses behind them, turned to a side road on the left, going down that for about a half hour, which would take them through Agwin which would take another half an hour, and straight towards the turf wars site.

John didn't even know that there were roads that go to the turf wars site, he always used to think that you always had to take the train or something. He was wondering how his father and the others were going to get there. John half heartedly hope that he would be there, or at least make it in time to talk, ever since he went abroad they didn't have much time to talk, and he promised he'd be there, so all John could do was hope.

He twisted his wedding ring in frustration.

All the chatting behind him in the bus was getting louder. Questions were being thrown everywhere, people snorting, laughing and giggling, phones ringing, feet shifting, knuckles cracking, fingers tapping. He noticed everything, he heard everything. He gripped the ring and twisted it even more.

Why do people have to be so fucking loud?

Finally, after an eternity, there was silence. John released the ring from between his fingers. He crossed his legs and perched his elbow on the door and looked out the window, trying to calm himself.

"So how's everything back home John?" Darren suddenly asked. John turned his head to find that both Darren and Keene were staring at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Everything's fine," he told them. "Those three are back home with my dad. He said that they're all dressed and left a little while ago. So they'd probably get there a little while after us, they'll make it in time hopefully."

Darren nodded and Keene gave him a smile before asking a question.

"So how are they handling it?"

John chewed his lip.