MySims Agents gay fic: Luke x Chaz

part 29

As Luke and Chaz entered the train station, they looked around to see a mostly empty lobby with a cranky looking woman at the ticket counter reading a book. The woman looked up at them and a pleasant but fake looking smile plastered her face. She had brown hair tied into a bun with pencils sticking out, red glasses, and an old fashioned dress. Chaz rolled his eyes at her poor fashion choices, but reconsidered as a guy in swim trunks and an ugly Christmas sweater wasn't any better; maybe worse as that guy is right next to him. They walked to the ticket stand and waved. "Uhh, when does the next train to Bussyland come?" Luke asked. The lady scoffed. "What did you say?" She asked, with a displeased look on her wrinkled face. "Bussyland," Chaz replied for him.

The ticket vender scanned through a piece of paper next to her book. "Oh, I thought you were joking with that silly name. Yes, it arrives in 17 minutes," she chortled. Chaz took out his wallet. "How much is the fare again?" He asked. "I don't know! They don't pay me enough for this..." She grumbled. Chaz reluctantly slid 10 dollars to her, then she shrugged and handed two tickets to them. "Thanks!" Luke exclaimed. They both went to the waiting area and sat down. "Do you think I should update my website...again?" Chaz whispered. "Uhh, probably," Luke replied in a bored tone. "No service! Whatever."

A long while of doing nothing but scanning through 20 year old magazines passed, and the train finally arrived! Now I can have no ideas for a month when they get back! Anyways, Luke and Chaz, and the two other people in the train station shuffled through the icky doors and sat down. Soon enough, the train started moving. Chaz yawned. "I'm gonna take a nap; I'm still so tired," he said. Luke stared at him. "Dude. That's not very 'extreme stuntman' of you," Luke teased. "Shut up...you know there's nothing better to do right now," Chaz groaned. He leaned on Luke's shoulder and closed his eyes.

After a few minutes of Chaz snoozing on his shoulder, Luke noticed one of the other passengers was continuously glancing at him. He couldn't make out any of their features as they were covering their face with a comically large newspaper; the most he saw was brown hair and purple eyeshadow. He shrugged it off. "Maybe they're looking at me because I'm just so hot..." he thought. Sooner or later, the person put their newspaper away and got up. It was Esma! Just without the animal ears. She stood up vindictively, with her hands on her hips and faced Luke with a crooked grin. "Good morning, peasant," she said. "I am Queen Esma."

"What?" Luke asked. He felt uncomfortable in her presence. "Morcubus needs to speak with your little friend there." She snarled while gesturing to Chaz. "Oh my god, so you're the one who like, kidnapped him!" Esma's grin faded. "Uhh, no. That was...someone else." Chaz woke up and yawned. "Esma! H-how long have you been here!?" He yelled, completely bamboozled. She laughed. "Ever since you got to the train station. I can't believe you didn't see me!" Esma exclaimed. "What's stopping us from just leaving when we get back?" Chaz asked. Everyone went silent. "Just don't; that would be rude," she said. "Oh okay!" Luke grinned. Esma sat down and continued reading her newspaper. "Are you an idiot? They're gonna force me into being a dorky MorcuCorp assistent!" Chaz whispered. "Well, I can distract her while you run off!" Luke whispered back. Surprisingly, nothing much happened after that during the remainder of the train ride. Luke mostly caressed Chaz's hair while he slept, and Esma kept giving them glares every once in a while. Despite that, it was a very silent ride home.