Beneath The Full Moon {TMT #1}

Chapter 1

I looked up at Miguel. He seemed to be deep in thought about something or trying to figure something out because of the way his face scrunched up as he stared at his camera.

"What's up, partner?" I asked, bumping his shoulder playfully with mine.

He lifted his head slowly and pouted. "My camera is jammed and we're almost at the tour bus, but I want to get one more picture before we leave." Miguel sulked.

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand. "I don't know why you weren't expecting this to happen because it was doomed to die anyway. I mean, look at this thing."

Snatching the camera from his hands, I almost shoved the device in his face. "It's five years old Miguel, let it go. It looks like it came from the fifties' recycle garbage."

And it seriously did. The thing was chipped off at certain corners, the surface had severe scratches and the images sometimes blurred while taking pictures with it.

"It's been with me for as long as I can remember." He snatched it back. "It's staying with me till it finally falls apart."

"Suit yourself, Miguel." I raised my hands in defence before removing my camera's handle from my neck and handing it to him. "Here, use mine. But change the storage from the SD card to the device storage so you get a limited amount of pictures and so it doesn't mix up with mine."

"Sí, sí." He nodded and smiled gratefully before stepping back to find some other extricate features.

After three minutes or so, we reached the tour bus and climbed inside. Miguel sat beside me on the right column seats as our tour guide, John, stood at the front and spoke up.

"I hope you all had a good time." Choruses of 'yes', 'sure' and 'absolutely' echoed throughout the bus.

"Good to know, good to know. Now our next stop will be at Cole's Diner, which according to this brochure is about eleven miles or more from here. That'll be our last late lunch or I suppose dinner break so get comfortable because our destination will be towards home from there." Disappointed murmurs rang out at his last words and he grinned before continuing.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves, but we must return. Driver, would you please?" he asked before waving at us and taking a seat at the front.

The engine revved as the bus driver sparked the bus into action.

Miguel tapped my shoulder as we began to move on the dusty road and I turned to see him eyeing a hot redhead at the seat opposite us. She was busy texting on her phone so she couldn't see Miguel grinning and prompting me to give him the "go" signal.

I rolled my eyes and was about to say something to wound his interests when the bus suddenly lurched forward violently and halted, causing me to jolt forward and bump into the back of the seat before me.

After a minute of stunned silence, the bus then began to sway dangerously to the left.

Miguel, as did everyone, slid with the motion and ended up bumping into me, making my left shoulder collide with the window. I yelped at the impact. My head got subsequently squashed between the window and Miguel's broad shoulders as the bus' side began to tip.

The atmosphere was immediately switched into panic mode. The tourists were screaming and scrambling to get out of the bus but they kept on flipping over as the bus continued to dip sideways.

My neck twisted at an odd angle as I struggled to keep Miguel's weight off me and move away from the window.

I felt Miguel tug my arm and forced my head to turn, wincing at the pain which grew heavier and more painful as each second passed. I realized that he was trying to pull my arm towards him in order to get both of us to the other side of the bus. My neck hurt badly, but I willed myself to follow suit.

Soon after, we were all gripping the seats on the right side of the bus, holding on for our dear lives until the bus' movements came to an abrupt halt.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!