Ticket To Ride

Imagine

Paul had his head pressed against the window of the shaky bus. Every bump in the road caused him to slightly bang it with a little thump.

Paul sighed and tried to shut his sleepy eyes, it had been 30 minutes on the bus and he still had about...

Paul glanced down at his watch.

4 hours.

Suddenly, the bus hit some pothole or something, causing it to jump violently.

Bang!

Yet again, Paul's head crashed against the window.

"Shit..." He mumbled in pain, rubbing his head.

Next to him, he heard a muffled chuckle.

Paul shot a glare at the boy to his left. The teddyboy didn't even try to hide his laughter, instead, he laughed even louder and more openly. The elderly people in front of them looked up from their newspapers and books and gave the two disapproving looks.

"Is something funny?" Paul snapped.

"Well....no" The auburn-haired boy fluttered his eyelashes.

"Thought so" Paul looked away. This boy was getting on his bloody nerves. Earlier, he sees him running up to the bus, late, waving a ticket in his hand, wasting time. Then he takes a seat in the very back, next to Paul. Which he specifically wanted the seats in the back all to himself. It was the main bloody reason he got to the bus station early..
Then he whips out magazines quite obnoxiously. Talking to himself.

Who did this boy think he was?

He was the kind Jim told him to stay away from.

Paul was on a bus to Scotland, Jim insisted he visit family. Instead of playing guitar with George, this was going to be half his summer. The vehicle was currently filled with elders and, of course, some stuck-up teddyboy who was reading what looked like some nudy mag.

Suddenly, a large crackle of thunder sounded, dark clouds swirled around dangerously.

"We'll be passing through a bit of a storm, it should lay off in an hour or so, folks"

The 50 year old bus driver said calmly into the speaker.

Paul rolled his eyes. Great. He'll probably never sleep now.

Instead, he reached into his bag and pulled out a book, curling up into the corner of the seat and read silently to himself.

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John giggled to himself when he eyed a young woman, her breasts into her hands. Dirty women, they are.

"-should lay off in an hour or so, folks"

Wait what?

John's head snapped up. He looked at the boy sitting next to him. He looked quite young with those features on his face. Yet he was dressed in black drainpipes and a leather jacket with a quiff in his hair. He looked like someone John would know but he had never seen this strange boy before. He seemed like a snotty little posh kid too.

"What'd the old man say?" He whispered to him.

The boy lifted his big brown eyes off the book.