Mac
I woke up around 5am to get to the bus in time. I made sure I booked the earliest tickets available. Ty was still dead asleep, so I started bugging him.
"Mmm?" Ty groaned.
"Time to wake up. We are Chicago bound".
Ty opened his eyes and looked confused, "Huh?".
"Chicago, the bus. We gotta be there in an hour".
"Fuck, okay" Ty sat up.
"I ordered coffee. It should be here any minute".
Ty nodded.
I was already good to go. Dressed, hair brushed, packed for however long we stayed. I decided to grab the coffee and wait downstairs.
Ty wasn't too far behind, "What's the plan?".
"Go to the club. Figure out where he's staying, maybe he's there".
Ty came and sat on the couch. I went and grabbed the coffees and sat back down. The two of us drank our coffees and talked about the plan.
Jess came downstairs, "You two are awake?".
Ty and I immediately stopped talking.
"Wow" She smirked.
"Just decided to get an early start. We're gonna go for breakfast, go on a little road trip".
Jess took a second, "Where?".
"Chicago" I smiled.
"What?" Jess seemed a little shocked.
"We were interested in trying some of the food there, exploring. I haven't really done tons of it" Ty added.
I nodded, "And I stole a fuck ton of money from my mom, it was from my college fund".
Jess didn't answer. She had a very confused look on her face.
Ty got up, "Well, we better get doing if we don't wanna miss our train".
"Got it" I got up too.
"O-Okay, be safe" Jess watched with a concerned look as we left.
I called a cab, then we waited. The two of us laughed about that encounter as we waited for the cab. It got there, and we were quiet in there. We got to the train station, sat and waited for the train, and got on once it arrived. Ty took a nap. I was too excited to take a nap.
I couldn't stop looking at everything, all the new sights passing by. This was a big journey for me.
Ben
I woke up in a bed. This was the first time in about two nights I had woken up in a bed. Had no idea where I was, or who's bed this was. I got my clothes on and my shit gathered and left right after.
I walked down the street, kept seeing the cars passing me. I stopped and stared at them as I smoked the last smoke in my pack. I thought, I wondered.
What would happen if I just stepped of the edge of the side walk?
I started to get really done with everything. It was fun. The parties, the drugs, the drinks, the sex. It was the best time of my life, and the first time in a long time I've felt alive. It started to fade off, and get old. Now nothing feels fun. I'm ready for it to end. I'm getting really fucking tired.
Maybe it's best I don't say goodbye. Maybe it's best if people just think I fucked off for the rest of time.
"I heard someone say you were over here".
