Dreams

•Three•

•Steven's P.O.V•

     The bus ride was elongated, as usual.

     And, the majority of the time, Joe and Elyssa were annoying as usually, shoving their tongue's down one another's throats, moaning and whimpering at each other merciless actions.

     It made me absolutely sick.

     God, the jealousy I felt was actually laughable. I couldn't help it, when someone who means so much to you is taken away, you can't help but feel lonely.

     Was I wrong? I mean, the shit this woman put me through, and, Jesus, relentlessly!

     A ritual the boy's and myself had, was playing Dream On on the bus. It was a little warm up, a bit of a pressure reliever, if you will.

     Of course, Elyssa would roll her doll like eyes, and give the sassiest sneer I'd ever seen. "Not this again." She'd bitch.

     "Tyler!" A sharp, gruff voice hissed, instantly directing my attention towards a few seats behind me. Tom, who sat on my left, slowly slid down in his seat, just as tired of this bullshit as I was.

     I grunted in reply, furrowing my brows and wetting my lips, focusing my gaze back on Tim. I kept every ounce of composure I had,  to not roll my eyes, as he gave me a look of angst.

     "Why the fuck is your shit back here?" Tim snapped abruptly.

     "Because, I put it there." I replied in a low grumble, my eyes having narrowed to slits, as I chewed at my inner cheek.

     Tim huffed harshly out through his nose, his jaw clenching behind the extra pounds within his facial structure. I could tell he wanted to say more, although, Joey looked back at him in a pissy manner. "Relax, Tim-bo." He spoke with a sigh and the shake of his head. "We'll move his shit, okay?" He concluded with another sigh, before turning back around in the seat, returning to his conversation with Brad.

Tim's gaze only flickered to Joey for a brief moment. He looked to Joe for help, but the horny little shit was too busy rubbing off on his devil of a woman.

I cocked a brow, my expression sly, as I batted my eyelashes at Tim, before turning back to face the seat in front of me. Tom rested his cheek in his hand, and he gruffly spoke to me in a hushed tone. "Getting pretty tired of this shit, Steve-o."

My gaze fell to the drumming of his finger-pads on his lap, as I puckered my plump lips in thought, crossing my slender legs in the tight jeans I wore. "How d'you think I feel?" I whispered, my eyes widening and brows furrowing, expression a touched annoyed, as I sighed and rolled my head to the other side, looking out the window again.

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A couple stops took place on the drive.

Joey complained half the time about being hungry, although, we all knew he wouldn't eat- being as, he was on some stupid new diet.

Funny thing was, I had fucked around with him a little while ago.

"You know Jane Fonda?"