Chapter 1: A long road ahead

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The guys started packing for the trip, some excited, some bummed.
Spider: I don't wanna go fucking Vietnam, sneaking weed is gonna suck.
Hyper: Cheer up, it's only a week, plus there's plenty of fun things in Vietnam.
Spider: Like what?
Hyper: I don't-I don't know. But trust me, you'll enjoy it once we're there, you guys ready?
Mal: I agree with Spider, isn't Vietnam a little dangerous Hyper?
Hyper: Don't argue with me fucker, this costed $3000 you ungrateful little assholes.
Sammi: I hope it's good, or I'm going silent for 5 minutes.
(Don't worry everyone gets made fun of in this story)
Maroon: Alright, imma go in the car.
Iron: I'm driving, the whole back is like a lounge area so you guys are lucky.
Eric: I wanna sit in the front I get sick at the back.
Iron: But it's a van- fine, sit in the front.
Maroon: I thought this was a van? It's a bus?
Hyper: Double-decker, with couches, comfy memory-foam-mattress beds, gaming set ups, consoles, IPads, food, drinks you know the usual.
Spider: Hyper, every bus in America is dogshit. Dumb British cunt.
Hyper: You're going on this trip. Whether you like it or not, now stop screaming you little cockwomble get on.
(I told you everyone gets made fun of, btw if you don't know Spider screams a lot)
Mal: Ok is everyone on? We gotta make sure everyone's on or its not fair for the others. Sammi, check, Hyper, check, Iron, check-
Iron: I'm driving the bus jackass.
Mal: I'm not finished, Spider, check, Maroon, check. Alright we're set.
Hyper: What about Eric?
Mal: Forgot about him, wait where's Fried-Chicken?
Nick: I'M HERE, CAN YOU SEE ME? ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND MAL, GO TAKE A FUCKING EYE-SIGHT TEST BEFORE YOU DO ANOTHER REGISTER YOU JACKASS CUNT. AND IT'S FRIED SMOOTHIE.
Iron: There's no other front seat so that might be a problem.
Hyper: Why? Is Eric travel-sick? If so we've got disposable trash bags, once you throw up in it and drop it on the floor, it's gone, I don't know where it goes.
*engine starts*
*doors close*
*lights turn on*
Iron: Ok here we go!

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