Fionna, a Sword and the Overturned Bus

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        Christina's P.O.V

        "I've told you numerous times Brittany!" I was red hot and steaming with anger as I dragged her into our bus.

        "I need to do this though! His eyebrows are just stupid!" She huffed and threw a weak punch at my arm as I plunked her onto the couch.

        "Just because you don't like his eyebrows doesn't mean you should ruin his life!" I still couldn't wrap my head around the scenario.

        "They. Are. Wrong." She smacked the table for emphasis.

        "I'm going to talk to Ben," I glared at Brittany. "To apologize." I added coldly.

        "Don't you dare..." She sat up quickly.

        "Stay in the bus!" I commanded as I slammed the door.

        I sighed as I walked down the aisles, looking for the familiar bus.

        I found the bus quickly, knocking on the door cautiously.

        "Hello!" The door swung open, smacking my face.

        "Fuck!" I cursed as I grabbed my bloody nose.

        "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd stand so close to the door, it really is your fault..." Ian trailed off jokingly as he helped me onto the bus.

        "Just get me a tissue, I need to talk to Ben." I laughed as I looked around the bus for Ben.

        "So where's the -" I was cut off quickly by Aaron.

        He enterd the front of the bus, slamming the door to the bunks. 

        "Hey Aaron, you okay?" He moved quickly past me to the couch, sitting silently.

        "You look really pale, Aaron?" Ian leaned closer to Aaron, who sat unmoved, eyes transfixed on the wall.

        "He looks pretty green." I commented as I switched my tissues in my nose.

        "I told him not to go in there!" Jon piped up in an "I told you so" voice.

        "My bunk..." Aaron whispered.

        "What?" Ian and I said together.

        "My bunk." Aaron repeted a little louder.

        "What about your bunk?" Ian was getting annoyed.

        "They're fucking in my bunk!" Aaron yelled, throwing his phone across the room. "They had Ben's bunk, and the spare bunk! We have a spare bunk too! Why my bunk? I just washed my sheets, and now they're dirty again!"

        He slummped further into the couch, a look of defeat on his face.

        "Well, I came to talk to Mr. Kowalewicz, but he seems a little busy at the moment. I'll be going out for a while, if you want to join, feel free!" I slapped Aaron's shoulder.

        I waved to other guys as I headed for the door.

        "Text me when Ben has finished up in there!" As I spoke a loud shrill moan came from the back of the bus.

        "Hold up!" Aaron grabbed his phone from the floor, pulling his shoes on as he followed me out of the bus.

        "So, I'm just heading to my bus, we've got pie and ice cream." I smiled as I childishly offered Aaron ice cream and pie.

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