. ✰“Roll up for the mystery tour!”✰ .
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A/n: This is the first fanfic adjacent writing I’ve ever done, and it’s only just the beginning of a story. Please lmk if you’d like more and if you enjoyed it!
My whole future had been planned since the moment I had been born. My parents already making arrangements for who I was to marry and how many children they expected me to have. So like any reasonable person would, I ran away. My boots scuffed the dusty roadside, kicking up dirt absentmindedly. The sun beating down on me only served to make my current situation more unbearable. I had been hitchhiking for a few weeks now, not trying to get anywhere in particular. Simply desperate to escape the hold my hometown had on me. I throw my backpack off my shoulders and kneel to rummage through the pack. I pull a stray, smushed granola bar from the bottom and plop down on the dusty roadside, dirt puffing up around me for a moment. The country road was quiet, if not slightly eerie. The only sound being the soft rustling of leaves and distant moo’s from far away cows. I sat there for a while, the sun beating down on my tanned back. After what feels like hours of deafening silence, the distant rumbling of an engine hit my ears.
I stand quickly and shove the granola wrapper into my jeans pocket. I jut my thumb out towards the road, my arm stretched long. Covering my eyes to block the sun, I got a better look at the speeding vehicle, it was a bright yellow tour bus. My brows furrowed at the sight, having never seen anything quite like it before. The eccentric looking bus stopped a few yards away from me. The brakes squealed at the sudden stop, making me cringe slightly. The door creaked open and out popped the head of a middle aged man. The smile plastered across his face was unnerving, but trying to be polite, I gave a small smile back. “Hello darlin’ d’you need a ride?” He was looking at me from the bottom step of the bus, craning his neck to get a good look. I nodded my head, inching closer to the door. He gave a big smile and stepped to the side, “Well then, Welcome to the Magical Mystery Tour!” I glanced at the rainbow letters haphazardly painted on the side of the bus once more before reluctantly making my way inside.
Immediately I was bombarded with the sight of brightly colored clothes, weird hats, and the faint smell of weed in the air. I scanned the isles of seats, searching for a single empty chair. My eyes landed suddenly on the empty spot by a smaller man with shaggy hair. I shuffled through the crowded walkway- trying my best not to trip over the feet and bags that were carelessly thrown down upon the passengers arrival. I plopped down next to the man, throwing my large, dusty backpack by my feet. I glanced to the side for a moment trying to get a better look at the man next to me. My eyes raked over his body quickly, jumping from his face, to the clothes he wore, to his fidgeting hands. My heart pumped a little harder as I whipped my head forward, trying to look out the front windscreen. You couldn’t deny that the shaggy looking man was attractive, despite the strange company he seemed to surround himself with. After a few moments, one of the men in the seats in front of me turned around, locking eyes with me. He gave a little grin, sarcastically tipping the brim of his bowler's hat before turning to the man sitting next to you. “Say Paul, why don’t you introduce yourself to the bird?”
The toothy man reeked of weed. His eyes, although hidden behind small circular glasses, were bloodshot and half lidded as he giggled at himself. I scrunch my face up and tried not to make eye contact with him. After a long silence, the man seemed to get bored at the lack of entertainment, rolling his eyes and plopping back into his chair. Only then did I feel a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned my head, eyes meeting the brown doe eyes of the slightly greasy man next to me. A smile is spread across his face, likely stoned if I had to guess. “Hello darling, I’m Paul.” It was like his voice was rattling around in my skull, not only was he good looking, but he had a nice voice too. I clear my throat after a few moments, introducing myself with a small smile. He repeats my name, as if testing it out, eyes scanning my face as he does so. “I like that. Suits you love.”
