"No. You did not just do what I think I heard you did....goddamnit Will!" Cray was a blurry wiggle of purple and gray through the tears flushing his eyes uncontrollably. The softer pink wiggles of Stephanie appeared behind the Cray shape.
"Oh he did. He so totally did. Wow. That doesn't even look real."
Will lifted his torso up, banging the side of his head across the bottom of the toilet bowl. He felt another wave coming and got above the lip of the bowl just in time. Stephanie cringed. Cray slammed the door.
"You WILL clean that up," she shouted through the door, "I hope she was worth it."
***
"I don't get it," Will said, violating the protocol.
Chester and Cecil paused their dual monologues. Will felt like they were ready for him to join in. They had each squeezed over just a little bit more than usual, giving him an inch more room to get past. Chester and Cecil turned their heads towards him, though avoided actually acknowledging each other in the process.
"You smell foul," Cecil said, or maybe it was Chester, "you need to respect yourself. Your mother is shamed to know yo leave the house in such a state."
Will's intent died in his throat. He coughed nervously and scooted as far back against his seat as possible, looking down at his shoes. His vomit shoes. He had heaved twice at the bus stop before it arrived. He had wiped his mouth as the door opened in front of him. The bus driver's expression of surprise disolved as he noticed the puddles of sick speckling the pavement.
"Filthing of course. You probably slept at the filthing corner you troublemaker. Get on the bus and keep your mouth closed. I drive a clean bus."
Cecil and Chester slowly faced front, again treating each other as they would statues on a mausoleum. After the next stop they resumed their droning recitation.
Leaving the bus, Will shambled into the cafe for a large coffee. The girl behind the counter let out a slight gasp when he leaned against the counter. He hadn't realized it was not fixed to the floor but instead rested on four hefty wheeled casters.
"Oh he did. He so totally did. Wow. That doesn't even look real."
Will lifted his torso up, banging the side of his head across the bottom of the toilet bowl. He felt another wave coming and got above the lip of the bowl just in time. Stephanie cringed. Cray slammed the door.
"You WILL clean that up," she shouted through the door, "I hope she was worth it."
***
"I don't get it," Will said, violating the protocol.
Chester and Cecil paused their dual monologues. Will felt like they were ready for him to join in. They had each squeezed over just a little bit more than usual, giving him an inch more room to get past. Chester and Cecil turned their heads towards him, though avoided actually acknowledging each other in the process.
"You smell foul," Cecil said, or maybe it was Chester, "you need to respect yourself. Your mother is shamed to know yo leave the house in such a state."
Will's intent died in his throat. He coughed nervously and scooted as far back against his seat as possible, looking down at his shoes. His vomit shoes. He had heaved twice at the bus stop before it arrived. He had wiped his mouth as the door opened in front of him. The bus driver's expression of surprise disolved as he noticed the puddles of sick speckling the pavement.
"Filthing of course. You probably slept at the filthing corner you troublemaker. Get on the bus and keep your mouth closed. I drive a clean bus."
Cecil and Chester slowly faced front, again treating each other as they would statues on a mausoleum. After the next stop they resumed their droning recitation.
Leaving the bus, Will shambled into the cafe for a large coffee. The girl behind the counter let out a slight gasp when he leaned against the counter. He hadn't realized it was not fixed to the floor but instead rested on four hefty wheeled casters.
