~Holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye~
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STARTED: July 2nd 2022
COMPLETED: Tbd
I promise this story is still ongoing, I've just been very busy and mentally exhausted.
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Chapter twelve: Motel California Tw: * mentions of sûicide
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THE BUS CAME TO A STOP, and Val looked down to Scott, who was still sound asleep on her shoulder. He looked so peaceful. Her shoulder had surely fallen asleep and she was very uncomfortable but she didn't dare wake him up just yet, but Coaches whistle did instead.
"Alright everyone off the bus!" Finstock hollered.
Scott looked up at Val, then looked away sheepishly. A smile formed on the gingers face from his reaction. "Morning sunshine." She teased. Except it was nighttime and the moon was out, the only thing illuminating the inside of the bus.
Exiting the bus, Val stood beside Lydia, who was looking at the motel as if it was some haunted house. To Val it didn't look haunted, just very unsanitary.
"Listen up! The meets been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." Coach explains, offense took over all of the teens faces at his last insult. "You'll be paring up, choose wisely."
"We can all share." Allison said to Lydia and Val. Allison went and grabbed a room key from Coach.
"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach wrapped up his orders.
Lydia remained in place as Allison and Val began to walk forward. Allison immediately turned around noticing that she wasn't following. "Lydia?"
"I don't like this place." Lydia whispers. Fear was painted on her face.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison jokes. "It's just for a night."
