"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.

"You got shot. And I've noticed your slight limping in those twenty miles we've covered." I said.

A flash of guilt hit me as I remembered him risking his life to save mine at the main road.

I was so stupid.

"Just walk." I cut off whatever he had to say ad his mouth immediately shut.

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I got into the nearly empty bus.

"I call dibs on the window seat!" I yelled, causing people to shoot angry glares my way.

"I don't know this guy." Brad  confirmed to everyone as he threw his hands up and sat down in the seat in front of me.

"C'mon Baby Brad, I was your best friend since you were three!" I yelled, loud and clear into his ear.

His voice became deathly low and he whispered back, "I'm sitting next to the emergency exit and I'm not afraid to use it."

I chuckled. "So, you're going to run away if you can't handle my awesomeness?"

"No, I would throw you out in hopes of you getting run over by a truck. Filled with iron." He said through his teeth.

Billy: Someone needs to calm down.

"Calm down, Brad. Did you forget your pacifier at home?"

"No, because I brought my fist along and I'd be really pacified if I punch your face."

"So you know what a punch is?"

"I'd love to demonstrate, but I'm afraid I'll make your face look pretty."

"You'd make my face pretty – disgusting if you lay a finger on it." I said.

"It's already disgusting. And I don't touch garbage."

"Then how on earth do you take a shower?"

"Chad, if I throw a stick, would you go away?" He sighed, leaning his head back on the seat, looking at me upside down.

"No. But if I throw you out of the window, would you promise to get hit by the largest truck?"

"I already got hit by a truck. It's called 'awesome express'."

"I think you've got your spelling wrong. 'Awful' doesn't have a 'some' in it."

He sighed in defeat and popped his earplugs into his ear.

Atta, boy. Stay defeated.

I did the same as I listened to random songs and leaned in the window to get back my sleep.

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Soo, I've come up with a cast (after a lot of debating):

Girl kidnapper : Tina Fey.

Boy kidnapper : Fransicso Lachowski

Chad: Shawn Mendes

Brad: Sam Way

Ron : Hunter Parrish

The other guy in the video: Dylan O'Brien.

Mrs. Bond: Marìa Canals Barrera

Mr. Bond : David DeLuise.

Mrs. Parker : Jane Lynch

Mr. Parker : Wes Bentley.

Skittolate : the awesome author ;)

You : the awesome readers.

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