"Chase down your passion like its the last bus of the night." ~Terri Guillemets
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"You didn't sleep, did you?"
"Huh?" I mumbled, slowly opening my eyes that were dying to go back down.
"You have drool on your guitar." He screwed up his face in disgust.
I couldn't care less, so my eyes fell back down.
Suddenly, I felt my guitar being jerked away from me like it was the last piece of French fry on the plate.
"OI, THAT IS MY GUITAR, YOU –" I started, wide awake but stopped as soon as I saw Brad holding my guitar.
"What do you want?" I asked, taking my guitar back from him and putting it back into my case.
"It's morning. We have to go get a bus ride. I think the nearest bus stop is Grey Hound which would take us from Utah to Las Vegas."
I was done packing my guitar case now and I turned around to see him.
"Okay, then let's go?" I looked around to see a few people coming in for breakfast.
My sleepy eyes scanned the room and with much difficulty, I found Paul.
"Thanks a lot, Paul." I said again, putting my hand out for a shake.
He just took it and pulled me into a hug.
"Come back soon, Cheesy. And bring Baby Brad along with you." I chuckled at the nicknames.
"Sure." I said, breaking the bro hug as I went towards the exit, with Brad following me – trying so hard not to be seen by the grannies again.
"Ugh, isn't he the annoying guitarist from yesterday? Thank god he's leaving, my ears need a break." I heard a high pitched nasal voice as I was about to walk out.
I turned around and approached her table. She was curling her blonde hair and she sipped on Coke and was blabbing off to some other girl.
I went behind her chair and picked up her glass of Coke from her hands. In three swift gulps, I drank it all.
"Sweetie, this is my cup of care. Oh look! It's empty." With that, I put the glass down on her table and went out.
Paul won't mind.
Billy: Sure. You just insulted his customer.
No, I was just saying the truth.
"How long is the walk to Grey Hound bus stop?" I asked.
"A few miles, I guess. The bus comes there every one hour so let's jog." He said.
Yeah, jogging would also make up for that exercise I lacked in these few days.
"Are you sure you can jog? I mean your leg and the cuts..." I trailed off, scanning him.
"I didn't break any bones. They're just cuts." He shrugged.
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The Tom and Jerry Tale.
HumorYou'd think from the names that Chad and Brad are most likely brothers. You would've been right if brothers constantly try to choke each other, prank each other and can't stand each other for more than a second. Chad and Brad - as much as they hate...
