The last trolleybus

Part1

 Snow was calmly falling down to the ground, covering all of the city filth. Although, it's only the outskirts and it's much dirtier down the road. Luckilly, Friedman has to go to the other direction since it's the beginning of his vacation and he's looking forward to get back to his modest cottadge. It was already dark when Marty straightened the collar of his coat, regarding the snowflakes play in the bus stop streetlights.

Nick came out of the same building.

- Hey, Marty, - Menza approached the bus stop, rumpling the snow with his sneakers.

"Why does this silly wearing sneakers? It's been a long since winter began." - Marty thought.

Snow was pouring fast, erasing Nick's footprints almost immediately after they appeared.

- I'm going to catch bus here too, - he smiled, shriveling in his down jacket.

Marty looked back at the schedule.

- First?

Nick nodded after a second of uncertainity. Flakes of snow were sinking to his hair.

- It's the last one. There's no any hotels there, where are you even staying?

- How so? - Nick looked up to the tops of the fir trees standing by the roadside - Such a big tree, - he packed a snowball and chucked it to the nearest fir branch. Pieces of snow fell off it and crumbled in flight. It fell right down the musicians heads.

- Nick! - Marty laughed and covered himself with hands.

- Well, i am sorry, mister, it's bitterly cold here, we need to warm up somehow, - he jumped up.

- Why didn't you go in your bike shorts then? - Marty refered to Menza's sneakers by sight.

- Not in the world, what if they get dirty? It's my favourite shorts.

Marty rubbed his nose bridge.

- I hope you won't be warming up so actively that we miss the last trolley.

- The trolley will miss us. Why do we even need to wait for some trolleybus here? We are Megadeth!

- We are not Megadeth anymore, have you forgotten?

- I've tried to cheer you up... - said Nick in a hushed tone and smiled.

- Thank you, - the words quietly rang in the cold air. The silence fell, barely audible sound of machine engines was coming from down the road.

- You know, generally, it's so reliefing that we finally fired that Daves from the band...

Marty laughed, looking down to the ground. He didn't need to lead conversation to that, he felt sorry.

It seems like he could hear the approaching bus. No, it isn't, the sound of an engine passed by and died out.

Marty thought, he was happy in Megadeth, he is happy now too. After all, it was his desicion to leave the band. And it's all different for Nick. It seems like he was really joyful that Marty asked him to record drums for his solo album again.

It's so cold here.

- I love you, - Nick sighed, incosiderate in terms of the context. Marty twitched, wondering if he imagined it or not. He looked at Menza. Nick's look was a little afraid, but he was confident about his words. Snowflakes were slowly falling down to the hair and eyelashes. Marty's breathing became heavier as he understood what was said and his lungs were throwing gusts of steam into the air. Flashing with headlights, the bus came. Marty didn't even look to it's side, continuing to stand next to Nick. The doors opened.

- Let's go, - Nick slightly pulled Marty by his sleeve and came inside the car. There were no one in there, it's the last trolleybus.

They are silently sat together, viewing snowy tree branches passing by the window. Marty clung to Nick, shoving his hand under his elbow. He closed eyes and leaned his head to Nick's shoulder, taking his hand by the touch. Nick closed his eyes, feeling how his ears flush under the tangled from the melted snow hair. He softly stroked Friedman's hand with his thumb, wrapping his fingers around a warm palm. That's how they were riding. They felt unpleasant as thought of leaving after around ten minutes visited their heads. Trolley left the forest, moving away from the city. You could view some neon signs and glowing windows of a Tokyo outskirts.

"I've been riding to the wrong direction for five minutes now." - thought Nick, clinging to the guitarist.

- Your hands are so cold, - he mumbled, squeezing Marty's hand. Marty opened his eyes.

- I love you too, - he whispered, slightly moving his fingers.

After several minutes trolleybus have stopped with a rusty creak.

Marty grudginly got up, leaving Nick's hand to get some money out of the pocket. He passed the bill to the driver.

- For two.

The driver wonderingly looked to the rearview mirror.

- For two?

Marty twitched.

- Misspoke, - he mumbled quietly and walked off the empty bus. It's slowly turned around and went to the final stop.

Marty trudged towards the house, quietly humming something along to himself.