The Bus To Memphis

[Troglodyte]

My name's Tim Mathis. I'm a twenty year old college student. I'm 6'2", 195. Shoulder-length black hair. Black eyes. I've been told I'm good looking enough times that I almost believe it.

Classes were done for the semester, and I had decided to take the summer off. I had a little cash stashed away, so I decided to see America. Flying was too expensive, and hitchhiking was too dangerous, so I narrowed my choices down to train and bus.

For now, I chose the bus. With Mark Cohn singing in my head, I bought a ticket to Memphis. Maybe I'd see the Ghost of Elvis.
Still, it was a long ride, and at this time of night all I could see of America were the streetlights and billboards.

Still. There was a sight to see right inside the bus. My seatmate was a pretty girl right around my age. We had exchanged few words up until now, but I was starting to have some pretty interesting fantasies involving her.

Unlike me, she could sleep. I wondered if she was dreaming about me....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Janey

OOC - I hope you don't mind me jumping in... hope you are still around to continue x

IC

She sighed .. stirring in her sleep. Exhausted and restless. America was so big and these bus journeys took so long... and.. they were lonely.

She kept her eyes shut, her mind going over the trauma at home, everything that had happened over the past six months. This trip had been planned to be so perfect. A celebration of finishing her A levels... the holiday of a lifetime... and Andrew should have been with her.

Whether it was rebellion, or just a desparate need to get away she had, somewhat irrationally come on this three week holiday on her own. She had decisions to make, her ticket was open... she sighed... what on earth would she do now?

Beneath her lids she stole a look at the guy sat next to her. He was good looking, freindly and although lonely she had avoided exchanging more than a few words with him and then made sure to disguise her obvious English accent. She did not want to be drawn on her life back home.

It was dark outside... the rhythm of the bus constant.. rocking.. lulling... she was so exhausted... drained...her head nodded... rocked. She was totally unaware of the man's scrutiny... that his eyes rested on her fair hair now free about her shoulders where it had originally been drawn up into a high pony tail. He had noted her fair complexion, blue eyes. He body curvaceous. She was a mere 5 ft 4. He was looking at her again.. wistful and vulnerable in sleep... and... so far she appeared to be traveling alone.

Her head...rocked again... as it moved.... sideways... coming to rest finally on his shoulder...a soft sigh escaping her as she allowed its weight to rest on it...