A six hour nap later, I begen to make a mental list of all the things I should have packed, but didn't.
Earphones, markers, paper, a book, anything for entertainment.
Boredom is the biggest torture ever, and we still have nine hours to go! I was hoping I would be able to sleep through at least ten hours of it, but my body just won't go back to sleep. Which is quite strange, because I'm extremely exhausted.
"We will be stopping here shortly at a small gas station for about twenty minutes, feel free to get anything you need." The bald bus man says. He appears to be in about his forties and for being a bus driver, he sure seems like a happy guy.
I look towards Chester and he immediately pops his head up at the squeaking sound of the bus brakes. His eyes are puffy and his cheeks are a light charisma from sleep. I poke my head towards the bus doors and Chester nods before we both head for the exit. The gas station is old and trashy, and I'm a little apprehensive about buying any food, but I'm also sick of eating peanut butter crackers.
"You can get whatever, I'll pay." I tell Chester as I stock down the nearest aisle.
After a few minutes of searching aimlessly for whatever looks good, I end up with a crappy ham sandwich and a Coke. When I find Chester, to my surprise, he has chosen the same exact entree. I guess we always have been a little alike, I mean not personality wise, but we always seem to say, or do the same things. It's a little weird sometimes, really.
"I guess we had the same idea." Chester chuckles.
I laugh quietly and follow Chester to the check out line. After buying the cheap snacks, me and Chester go out side and sit at one of the old rusted tables perched outside of the gas station.
"Ten minutes!" The bus man appears from the other side of the bus.
I look at Chester, a concentrated look on my face as I study his. His eyes are lowly squinted as he picks at his sandwich, a crease making its way to the middle of his face as he does. I don't know if it's his sour expression, or the way he keeps sighing ever two seconds, but somehow I know he's upset. I sigh aloud as well. Chester's my best friend, I can't avoid him for too long. Might as well get it over with.
"Hey." I speak up. Chester cocks his head to the side to pear down at me. He nods for me to continue, so I take a deep breath before starting the inevitable conversation. " About what happen at the bridge... Uh... It's not a big deal." I lie. "I mean, you know, we were just at a close proximity. It could happen to anyone on accident." I rant, talking way too fast.
Chester glares down at me before shaking his head, a frown plastered on his face. His curls blow lightly in the afternoon breeze as he looks away from me.
"You really don't get it, do you?" He whispers, not even meeting my eyes.
"Get what?"
He purses his lips in a straight line before opening them, as if about to say something, but closes them moments later. He again, shakes his head, making his hair bounce.
"Nothing... Nothing at all." He mumbles, barely even audible.
Oh gosh. Stop with the freaking mumbling Chester! This is never going to get better if he doesn't speak his mind.
I stand to my feet and hurl my barely touched sandwich at the trash can before quickly slipping my backpack on, getting prepared to stomp away.
