[…]Bekn shook himself awake and looked around, disorientated. A large snoring woman was roaring next to him pinning him to the window seat of the rickety bus.
He sighed to himself as the pressure of the now awake hulk of a woman was relieved from his side, allowing him to feel his left arm for the first time in several hours. He wouldn’t have minded so much if the woman had been a bit nicer towards him, since it wasn’t his fault she was cutting off his circulation to core parts of his body and he hadn’t as much as grimaced when she first spied the free seat next to him. Three hours of her wheezing and yelling down the phone would have tested the patience of anyone.
He rubbed his legs to wake them up a bit and wondered how long it would take for his fellow passenger to pull her bulk off of the bus so he could leave as well. He cursed silently at his stupidity for sitting so far back in the coach as it would surely impede him getting off anytime soon.
Not wishing to think any more about the blessed fellow travellers, he pulled out his phone to text Lindsey to alert her to his arrival. He doubted his little daydream was likely to have come true but if Lindsey was there and he could possibly get some cooked food pretty sharpish, the journey would not have been in vain.
Lindsey had already texted him three times and he had a missed call from his girlfriend Kirstin.
Changed my mind. Have run away with Alex Day. He has better trousers, more subscribers and I can pronounce his name easier. Sorry, L x
Wait, which Sarcasdick were you? The pretty one? We might be able to make this work.
Actually Alex won’t stop singing. Have killed him with ukulele strings. Have gone on the run. Decided you will do. Bring supplies. Might be late, L
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Oh man oh man this is pretty much perfect. Bekn if I re-enacted this when you come to York would you mind awfully?
