Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Thirty Two

I posted shit on my art book.
gO rEAd It.

Another thing, listen to the song
'The Boy in The Bubble'
By Alec Benjamin.
It's fucking amazing and I honestly think it's my favorite song now.

Alex Pov
The bus stopped a few times so people could use the bathroom. John and I didn't get off. When you left, you had to show them your ticket to get back on.

As I remind you, we didn't get tickets.

We were the only ones on the bus.
We may have pissed in a water bottle and tossed it out the only window that could really open.

I feel sorry for the poor soul that finds that thing.

Everyone started to board the bus again. Angie gave us weird looks but said nothing. I could tell the curiosity was killing her.

"Why didn't you guys get off the bus?" She blurted.

"Parkers wrist started bleeding really heavily again." John said subconsciously, still looking out the window.

"Oh. What happened to your wrist again?" She asked.

"I had a fight with glass. The glass won." I said, glancing down at my arm.

She snickered, nodding.
The bus started back up and we were going down the road again.

I looked out the window.
I saw a police car and I immediately tensed. John did too.

Even though the lights weren't on, and we weren't even in New York anymore, we still get a little anxious around police.

As we passed the car, John and I both let out sighs of relief.
Angie looked at us strangely.

"You guys are really weird,"
She said, laughing.

John and I looked at each other and started to awkwardly laugh along with her.

"Do you guys have family in Flagstaff?" She asked.

"Nope. All of them are in South Carolina or London." John replied.

"I think my family is in either in Nevis or Scotland. I'm not really to sure anymore. I lost contact with most of them when I was around seventeen."
I said.

"Oh sorry."
"Don't be."

"So..do you guys have plans when you go to Flagstaff? Like Jobs and such?" She asked.

"Something in science most likely. Maybe a teacher," John replied.

"What about you Parker?" Angie asked. "I don't know. Lawyer maybe? I don't think I'll ever be going back to the army." I said.

I have my reasons for that.
Number one,
fucking stealing from them.
And number two,
the army has given me vivid memories that I am unable to forget.

I don't want to elaborate on the subject.

She nodded. John gave me a knowing look and I rolled my eyes, hitting his shoulder.

"Don't be an ass," I said.

"Whaaat? I was just looking at you Parker. I didn't say anything," He said, a smirk on his face.

"God, you're such an asshole I don't know why I date you." I muttered.

"Because you're an asshole too. And don't forget, you asked me out."
He said.

"Oh right that's it." I said.

"Idiot." He said, pushing my shoulder. "You're a bigger idiot, idiot," I said.

"Ooh! What a clapback!"
He exclaimed.

"Oh fuck you."
I hissed, smiling despite insulting him.

He pulled me close and kissed my forehead.

"Love ya too kid."
He said softly.

I smiled.
"Old nickname, huh?"
I asked.

"You say that like I got rid of it,"
He replied.

I snickered, putting my head on his shoulder.

"You guys are fucking adorable, I can't even right now." Angie said, putting a hand on her chest.

John and I snickered, saying multiple thank you's.

"Did you sleep much last night kid?" John asked.

I averted my eyes.
He sighed, and muttered,
"You never sleep."

"Sleep is for the weak." I replied.
"You callin me weak kid?"
He asked, a brow raised.

I felt heat rush to my face.
"...no." I said softly.

He pat his lap.
I curled up on my chair and put my head on his lap, using my jacket as a pillow.

"I like you a lot, you know." He said. "Yeah, I know." I said, closing my eyes.

"Night kid."
"Night Jacki."

He flicked me, then ruffling my hair.
~•~•~•~

I didn't fall asleep for about thirty minutes.

My mind continued to wander, bringing back memories, some good, some bad.

Some quite horrific.
Those ones were from the army.

Not all my memories of the army were bad. I had some really great ones.
I used to prank the Sargent..
he didn't like me very much.

And then I met my favorite General when I went to Afghanistan.
General Washington.

He yelled at me a lot, but I didn't mind too much. Even though he yelled at me, I knew I was his favorite.

He gave me his undivided attention and gave me the most praise, which was nice.

When he found out that when that I was a doctor, he'd yell at the guys,

'THE DOCTOR IS DOING BETTER THEN YOU!'

While we were doing drills, which always brought a smile to my face.

As a doctor, you had to do drills with the soldiers but had to take classes and shit on top of that.

But most doctors stayed off the field and stayed back at the tents. I wasn't one of those doctors.

I rarely had a gun in my hands but when I did, I was always a bit mortified.

I knew where your thoracic vertebrae
is, not how to aim properly!

I did physical drills with the guys, not do shooting practice.

While they were out aiming guns like robots, I was inside, studying like a robot.

I started to drift off.
We better get to Arizona soon.