“On the road again!”
“Luke, shut up.”
“I’m on the highway to hell!”
“Luke!”
“Life is a highway!”
“Luke, put a cork in it!”
Sighing, Luke put down his guitar then looked around the bus where we were sat.
“You guys are grumpy.” He muttered.
“I don’t even want to be here.” I snapped.
“Ashton, you staring at Destiny won’t make her wake up any faster.” Charlie mumbled.
Sighing, I turned to look out the window.
“Well this is fun.” Jess said randomly from where she was sat on the floor in between Michael’s legs, racing each other on Mario cart.
“Where are we going?” Calum whined.
“Boston.” Luke answered, “That’s where the people dumped the tea in the sea.”
“Wow Luke, I’m surprised you knew that.” Charlie admitted.
“Thank you!” Luke cried, “I also know that Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue in fourteen thousand forty-two.”
“Okay, I spoke too soon.” Charlie sighed.
“Luke you’re so stupid you probably think listening to fifty cent is sticking two quarters in your ears.”
“Who is fifty cent?” I sighed.
“Don’t know,” Michael admitted, “Rap all sounds the same to me.”
“No!” Luke cried, “I like that one by Nicki Minaj, My cliffoconda don’t! My cliffoconda don’t! My cliffoconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun! Oh my Gosh, look at her butt. Oh my gosh look at her bu…..”
“Luke, what in God’s name are singing?” Charlie laughed.
“It’s Anaconda you dumb shit, not cliffoconda.” Michael muttered.
“No!” Luke cried, “It’s about you! The next part is like, this dude named Micahel used to ride motorcycles, dick bigger then a tower I ain’t talking about eiffels, country ass…”
“Luke just stop!” Michael cried, “Stop talking! You’re sucking the brain cells out of my head!”
“Oh, I know what song you’re talking about!” Jess cried, “It’s like, tossed my salad like his name romaine!”
"Is it weird that I want salad know?" Charlie asked.
"Yes," Micahel answered.
"I want salad too!" Luke cried, "With lettuce, but not the dark kind, and those crunchy little bread square things, and cheese! Oh, and tommy-toes!"
"Tomatoes?" Jess laughed.
"Yeah!" Luke cried, "Salad is good."
"I could go for a salad." Calum muttered.
"You sound like teenage girls." Michael muttered.
"I hate girls that get salad." Charlie mumbled, "Then I feel like a cow if I get like fries."
"Preach!" Jess cried.
"Yeah well you know what they say." Michael sighed.
"What do they say?" Jess asked.
"You don't make fr...."
