Astrology Loves

Bus Rides suck

They finally made it to the bus stop, where other similarly clothed people stood with bags. Cruso was still groggy and needed coffee. Chaos, however, was beaming and jittery. A large greyhound bus pulled up and everyone waiting filed in. Chaos and Cruso got a spot in the back, which was close to the bathroom. Cruso had insisted on it, as he got motion sick. Taking the window seat, Cruso watched as Chaos lugged their duffles in the overhead compartment. He finally sat down, and Cruso got a comfy shoulder pillow. Chaos smiled and held Cruso close. The bus roared to life and they were on their way. 

*a couple of hours in* 

*Chaos looks around to see who else he might recognize* 

*Cruso is dead asleep in his lap, while his hand is laced with Chaos's* 

(Chaos's thoughts) 

"Oh, fuck.... I know that bleached platinum hair anywhere..." 

"It can't be him, can it? I thought he said he wouldn't go here anymore..." 

*On the bus, a couple of rows ahead is Jasper, a platinum bleached hair. Tattoos crept on his neck, and he turned to survey the bus. A leader badge like Chaos's hung around his neck* 

*Quickly, Chaos sinks in his seat but not quick enough. Jasper spots him and his face twists into a snarl.* 

Chaos suddenly felt a sudden dread of this trip. 

*AN* 

What do you think will happen? 

~Ferenzelle13