The bus slowly started to come to a stop. You watched as one of the chaperones, Mr. Pateo, stood up in his seat. "Bathroom break!" he yelled. The bus had pulled up at a small general store, just off the side of one of the main roads.
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You got up with all the other students and walked out of the bus, hopping down the first step, right behind Oliver. Even though it was only late September, there were a few leaves on the ground, which you trotted over in your dark leather boots. Oh how you adored fall. Everything, the cool weather, the clothing, the colors, it was all so amazing.
As you walked towards the entrance, you reached into your dark jeans for your wallet. You had around three hundred dollars to spend on the trip, which was a fair amount considering the fact that all expenses were paid for by the school, so you basically had all of that money to spend on snacks and cheap tourist stuff. As you entered the store, you immediately noticed that all the other students had gone to the bathroom, expect for you and Margo. She was over at the far side of the store, looking at "Wagner Butte, hiked it, liked it" sweatshirts. She turned around as she heard you walking towards the t-shirts. "Hey Donovan!" you blushed. "Hey Margo". She looked at the camera bag you had slung over your shoulder. "Hey! You should take some photos of me here!" You figured you had enough time, you guys had a full fifteen minutes at this stop. You pulled one of your photography camera's out of your bag, yet while doing so, Margo caught eye of an old Polaroid camera. "Oh my god! No way! That's one of those printy-cameray-thingies isn't it!" you laughed. "Yah, it's called a Polaroid". She smirked. "It doesn't matter what it's called, just take some photos!" you sighed. "Alright" you agreed. You readied the camera and pointed it at her. She struck a few different poses, and you took a few photos and gave them to her. "Thank you so much!" She said smiling. "By the way, I like your shirt" she said with a wink. You looked down, and scrawled across your Death Of A Bachelor Tour shirt in permanent marker was the word 'MARGOPHILE', probably written while you were sleeping on the bus. You looked up at her, look back down at your shirt, looked up again, and belted a rather loud "FUCK YOU JOSH", followed by the sound of hysterical laughter coming from somewhere in the store. Margo burst out laughing too. "Don't worry, I know he's joking", she said while still laughing. You shook your head. From the front of the store Mr. Pateo shouted out "five more minutes class! Hurry up!" Margo quickly turned back to you. "Hey I've got to go the bathroom, take some more photos later okay?" You looked at her, and her dark brown eyes took you aback. You managed to stutter out a "Y-yah sure", before she turned away and disappeared into the girls bathroom.
You walked over to where Josh was, looking at mugs near the front of the store. "Thanks man!" You said from behind his back, startling him. He turned around to look at you. "Don't worry man, it washes out" You rolled your eyes. "Thanks man, that's a real relief". You started to take it off to turn it inside out, because all of your jackets and other clothes were packed in sealed boxes on the bus. Just as you were taking your shirt off, Lauren came around the corner. She jumped back upon seeing you shirtless. "Hey, Donovan, save it for the Magic Mike concert! Jeez". You quickly pulled it back on, this time inside out and turned around. "Very funny Laur". She smiled and walked past you. Mr Pateo blew his whistle, and you and the rest of the kids lined up to go back on the bus for the final hour of the half a day ride, definitely excited to arrive at the cabin. As you got back on the bus, you got a glimpse of Jon's sketchpad, and was amazed when you saw an ultra realistic fully colored drawing of Oliver. Your eyes widened, but you chose to say nothing about it, and went back to your seat. You shuffled Apple Music and Mr. Brightside by The Killers started playing. You laughed, because this was the same song that you had played at the beginning of the trip, which meant you had gone through your full playlist of over 600 songs. You smiled, thinking about the encounter you had with Margo. Not the embarrassing shirt-sabotage, but getting to take photos of her. You sighed and curled up on your seat to try to rest for the last stretch, hopefully, this time without any markers.
