Don't say I'm better off dead.
Disasterology
Oli's P.O.V
After 23 long years I'm moving out of my godforsaken home. My dad and I moved to Texas from Ashford (UK) after my mums unexpected death 13 years ago...ever since then, neither of us have been the same. My dad started turn to the bottle for comfort and then to me as a way to vent his rage...I shivered at the thought of his episodes of anger which usually left me unable to move off the ground. I still couldn't comprehend why he would hit me, then wake up the next day and act like nothing happened; only to repeat the cycle, over and over again...'Okay stop Oli, good vibes...your moving to Florida!' I thought to myself, trying to bring my attention back to finding my bus.
I racked my brain over and over again trying to remember what number it was, I lost my ticket after showing it to the person at the entry gate. I was about to settle for asking someone, when I noticed the buses turn on their engines and start to pull away, after grabbing my suitcase and sprinting to the bus numbered 210, I smiled half heartily; silently hoping this was the right one. After entering and taking a seat in the back, I assessed the situation, there were only a handful of people scattered on the now moving bus, I sighed shakily before getting the courage to ask someone if this was the bus for Florida. I spotted a woman, who was probably in her mid thirties but she sported a tight tank top that hugged the wrong places and short shorts, 'no thank you.' I joked to myself, I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Uhm excuse me ma'am? I was wondering...this is the bus to Florida...right?' her smile quickly turned to a frown as i spoke the last words, she shook her head before answering.
"No sweetie, this is the west bound bus to California! Did you make a wrong turn somewhere?" she laughed at her words my heart just sunk into my stomach. I just nodded. This wasn't my bus, not even close. I had Matt's number memorized, so in theory i could call him...but i didn't want to bother someone and ask for a phone...I decided against doing it. Matt was my childhood friend, when i moved from Ashford to Texas he was the first kid I met there, he moved when i was 17; but I was happy for him. While we have been friends I relied on him alot for support, I still owe him for that...I cant tell him i messed up once again and would need him to go out of his way for me. I got myself into this,now its up to me to get out of it. I laid my head on the back of the seat and felt myself drift into a thoughtless sleep.
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I was awoken by the sound of the bus doors opening, signalling we were at yet another Greyhound station to refuel, 'I wish I was smart enough to have brought money so I could get another ticket.' The thought rang in my head over and over, causing me to groan. I put my head in my hands and rubbed circles in my temples. Trying to think about what I was going to once i got to California, with no money, or phone for that matter; my future was looking dim. I felt someone step on my foot, causing me to lift my head; before me stood a tall man, no more than 25 years old, covered in tattoos and with a nose ring and very interesting hair. I watched as He blushed and held his head down in embarrassment, "Uh i'm sorry i didn't mean to do that." He continued to stare at his feet as the bus doors closed and we were once again on the road. The man tripped again before sitting in the seat across from me, dragging his backpack and guitar case down with him. I gave him a once over, he was all legs which i could only imagine caused some issues with coordination.
The strange man finally looked up a bit, just so his eyes were visible, his eyes were chocolate brown but with hints of what looked gold floating in the surface; to be honest I could lose myself in them. I must have too, cause he made eye contact with me and i had to quickly look at away and stare at nothing in particular. The stranger just chuckled, before extending a hand in my direction, "I'm Austin, sorry about stepping on your foot." The blush creeped back up on his face, and I felt myself blushing a bit too, 'wait what? since when could a guy make me blush?' I shook my head a bit before slipping my hand into his and shaking it, "I'm Oli, oh and don't worry about it, mate." He let his hand fall in his lap and smiled at me, his smile sent a shiver down my spine; i'm not sure why though.
"So what brings you here? You obviously aren't from here..." the man, Austin trailed off. I guess my accent truly hadn't gone away.
"Yeah, i'm from the UK, I lived in Texas for the last 13 years, I was supposed to be going to Florida...and kind of got on the wrong bus." I held my head down, realizing how completely stupid I was. I heard Austin gasp a bit,
"you're kidding...why didn't you get off at the last stop and get on another bus?' his face was marred in confusion, the next part i was even more embarrassed to say.
"No money..." I sighed as the words escaped my lips, Austin shot me a sympathetic look, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I made eye contact with him just in time to see a look of seriousness dawn over him, then he smiled broadly before uttering words that seemed like a ray of hope.
"Well then Oli, I have a proposition for you."
After 23 long years I'm moving out of my godforsaken home. My dad and I moved to Texas from Ashford (UK) after my mums unexpected death 13 years ago...ever since then, neither of us have been the same. My dad started turn to the bottle for comfort and then to me as a way to vent his rage...I shivered at the thought of his episodes of anger which usually left me unable to move off the ground. I still couldn't comprehend why he would hit me, then wake up the next day and act like nothing happened; only to repeat the cycle, over and over again...'Okay stop Oli, good vibes...your moving to Florida!' I thought to myself, trying to bring my attention back to finding my bus.
I racked my brain over and over again trying to remember what number it was, I lost my ticket after showing it to the person at the entry gate. I was about to settle for asking someone, when I noticed the buses turn on their engines and start to pull away, after grabbing my suitcase and sprinting to the bus numbered 210, I smiled half heartily; silently hoping this was the right one. After entering and taking a seat in the back, I assessed the situation, there were only a handful of people scattered on the now moving bus, I sighed shakily before getting the courage to ask someone if this was the bus for Florida. I spotted a woman, who was probably in her mid thirties but she sported a tight tank top that hugged the wrong places and short shorts, 'no thank you.' I joked to myself, I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Uhm excuse me ma'am? I was wondering...this is the bus to Florida...right?' her smile quickly turned to a frown as i spoke the last words, she shook her head before answering.
"No sweetie, this is the west bound bus to California! Did you make a wrong turn somewhere?" she laughed at her words my heart just sunk into my stomach. I just nodded. This wasn't my bus, not even close. I had Matt's number memorized, so in theory i could call him...but i didn't want to bother someone and ask for a phone...I decided against doing it. Matt was my childhood friend, when i moved from Ashford to Texas he was the first kid I met there, he moved when i was 17; but I was happy for him. While we have been friends I relied on him alot for support, I still owe him for that...I cant tell him i messed up once again and would need him to go out of his way for me. I got myself into this,now its up to me to get out of it. I laid my head on the back of the seat and felt myself drift into a thoughtless sleep.
-&-
I was awoken by the sound of the bus doors opening, signalling we were at yet another Greyhound station to refuel, 'I wish I was smart enough to have brought money so I could get another ticket.' The thought rang in my head over and over, causing me to groan. I put my head in my hands and rubbed circles in my temples. Trying to think about what I was going to once i got to California, with no money, or phone for that matter; my future was looking dim. I felt someone step on my foot, causing me to lift my head; before me stood a tall man, no more than 25 years old, covered in tattoos and with a nose ring and very interesting hair. I watched as He blushed and held his head down in embarrassment, "Uh i'm sorry i didn't mean to do that." He continued to stare at his feet as the bus doors closed and we were once again on the road. The man tripped again before sitting in the seat across from me, dragging his backpack and guitar case down with him. I gave him a once over, he was all legs which i could only imagine caused some issues with coordination.
The strange man finally looked up a bit, just so his eyes were visible, his eyes were chocolate brown but with hints of what looked gold floating in the surface; to be honest I could lose myself in them. I must have too, cause he made eye contact with me and i had to quickly look at away and stare at nothing in particular. The stranger just chuckled, before extending a hand in my direction, "I'm Austin, sorry about stepping on your foot." The blush creeped back up on his face, and I felt myself blushing a bit too, 'wait what? since when could a guy make me blush?' I shook my head a bit before slipping my hand into his and shaking it, "I'm Oli, oh and don't worry about it, mate." He let his hand fall in his lap and smiled at me, his smile sent a shiver down my spine; i'm not sure why though.
"So what brings you here? You obviously aren't from here..." the man, Austin trailed off. I guess my accent truly hadn't gone away.
"Yeah, i'm from the UK, I lived in Texas for the last 13 years, I was supposed to be going to Florida...and kind of got on the wrong bus." I held my head down, realizing how completely stupid I was. I heard Austin gasp a bit,
"you're kidding...why didn't you get off at the last stop and get on another bus?' his face was marred in confusion, the next part i was even more embarrassed to say.
"No money..." I sighed as the words escaped my lips, Austin shot me a sympathetic look, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I made eye contact with him just in time to see a look of seriousness dawn over him, then he smiled broadly before uttering words that seemed like a ray of hope.
"Well then Oli, I have a proposition for you."
Notes
A:N/ hey guys its Siren, uhm im not 100 percent sure how they greyhound thing works, so im just kinda rolling with it. Anyways here is the first chapter!!!please vote/subscribe/comment <3
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:) sequel is up and has 3 chapters at the moment.
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10/18/13