by Alenthas » Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:52 am
Now Tyler was driving and Edward decided to move to the back seats. They put on radio after listening all songs of Led Zeppelin they had, twice. Some random crap was on radio, they didn't mind. Then Rage Against The Machine played. Series of random crap followed. Mostly hippie shit.
"Let's play a game." Tyler said.
"What game?"
"Umm, well...everytime we see a dog we'll say ZING!"
"Zing?"
"Zing."
"Zing?!"
"Z-I-N-G."
"Oh, I didn't knew you could spell."
"Fuck you."
"Well, my genius brother." said Edward. "Currently, we're in the middle of a god forsaken land where there are nothing but thousand miles of nothing followed by nothingness and deep void of, yes, you know it, nothing. What dog are you talking about, there is nothing, literally, nothing as far as eye goes, not even a road sign. Hell, I don't even know if there is a road anymore."
"Oh, right... Hey, I know! What if..."
"Just shut up. I'm gonna sleep."
He woke up, but kept his eyes closed. Sleeping morning, in a melting car. Still tired. "Rise 'n' shine, luv." Edward heard, no, actually felt the breath of the person whose speaking. And it was horrible. Someone with a horrible breath and British accent was really close to his face, and quite frankly, Edward didn't know which was worse. He opened his eyes instantly and encountered an ugly Britishman, at the age of 20. Edward screamed and pushed himself backwards, as far as he can.
"Cheers mate!" he said.
"Who-the-fuck are you? What the hell is going on? Get out of my face you freak!"
"Are ye all right?" said the Britishman.
Edward heard Tylers voice, he sounded really calm "Told ya he'd do this. He was always like this, stupid cow."
"What the fuck, Tyler. Who is this asshole?"
"Oi, mate." said Britishman. "Watch your mouth, ey?"
"Shut your trapper, no ones talking to you. Who is this Tyler?" Edward was furious.
"Chill, Eddie-boy! I met this guy in a bar, eh? He's cool. I found a little town here and stopped to have some beer. Met 'im in there. He's a traveler. Like us! I said he can tag along. More the marrier, eh lil' brother?"
"And, how do you know he's not gonna slit our throats and steal our car, Tyler?"
"He said I'm cool, right mate?" he looked at Tyler for confirmation.
"Right." said Tyler, unsuccesfully impersonating British accent.
Edward sighed deeply.
"Since all is sort'd out, names Don. Fancy weed?"
"Yeah," said Edward "Sure, wrap it up."
They rolled the windows up while Don rolled the weed up. Soon they barely see anything in the smoke.
Tyler turned on Edward. He wasn't looking at the road. "By the way, I saw three dogs in that town. I'm winning!"
Now Tyler was driving and Edward decided to move to the back seats. They put on radio after listening all songs of Led Zeppelin they had, twice. Some random crap was on radio, they didn't mind. Then [i]Rage Against The Machine[/i] played. Series of random crap followed. Mostly hippie shit.
"Let's play a game." Tyler said.
"What game?"
"Umm, well...everytime we see a dog we'll say ZING!"
"Zing?"
"Zing."
"Zing?!"
"Z-I-N-G."
"Oh, I didn't knew you could spell."
"Fuck you."
"Well, my genius brother." said Edward. "Currently, we're in the middle of a god forsaken land where there are nothing but thousand miles of nothing followed by nothingness and deep void of, yes, you know it, nothing. What dog are you talking about, there is nothing, [i]literally[/i], nothing as far as eye goes, not even a road sign. [i]Hell[/i], I don't even know if there [i]is[/i] a road anymore."
"Oh, right... Hey, I know! What if..."
"Just shut up. I'm gonna sleep."
He woke up, but kept his eyes closed. Sleeping morning, in a melting car. Still tired. "Rise 'n' shine, luv." Edward heard, no, actually felt the breath of the person whose speaking. And it was horrible. Someone with a horrible breath and British accent was really close to his face, and quite frankly, Edward didn't know which was worse. He opened his eyes instantly and encountered an ugly Britishman, at the age of 20. Edward screamed and pushed himself backwards, as far as he can.
"Cheers mate!" he said.
"Who-the-fuck are you? What the hell is going on? Get out of my face you freak!"
"Are ye all right?" said the Britishman.
Edward heard Tylers voice, he sounded really calm "Told ya he'd do this. He was always like this, stupid cow."
"What the fuck, Tyler. Who is this asshole?"
"Oi, mate." said Britishman. "Watch your mouth, ey?"
"Shut your trapper, no ones talking to you. Who is this Tyler?" Edward was furious.
"Chill, Eddie-boy! I met this guy in a bar, eh? He's cool. I found a little town here and stopped to have some beer. Met 'im in there. He's a traveler. Like us! I said he can tag along. More the marrier, eh lil' brother?"
"And, how do you know he's not gonna slit our throats and steal our car, Tyler?"
"He said I'm cool, right mate?" he looked at Tyler for confirmation.
"Right." said Tyler, unsuccesfully impersonating British accent.
Edward sighed deeply.
"Since all is sort'd out, names Don. Fancy weed?"
"Yeah," said Edward "Sure, wrap it up."
They rolled the windows up while Don rolled the weed up. Soon they barely see anything in the smoke.
Tyler turned on Edward. He wasn't looking at the road. "By the way, I saw three dogs in that town. I'm winning!"