Lost After Dark Page #2

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F***.

Yep. Dry as a bone.

It's a gas thing.

The engine looks fine.

We're out of gas?

You mean to tell me

we're stuck out here, Tobe?

Wes! Wes, hey, it's fine, man.

We're gonna be okay.

Don't look at me, okay?

The gauge says half full.

You guys picked the broken bus.

I just started it.

Hey, guys?

Where are the girls?

Sean is so into you.

Told you I was

gonna get you laid.

I don't know, maybe.

I mean, I don't really know

how to kiss,

let alone, you know.

You don't know

what you're missing out on.

- Don't be silly, it's easy.

- And rad.

- Here, I'll show you.

- No!

Do it. Then when Sean

kisses you, it won't be weird.

It's weird now.

Jamie's not afraid to do it.

Are you, Jamie?

Watch and learn.

Just close your eyes.

Open your mouth, but just a bit.

Then you tilt your head

and wait for it.

See? Easy.

You guys are crazy.

My God!

Ha ha!

- Johnnie, you scumbag!

- Nice tits!

Get a life, will you?

You don't think he saw

anything, do you?

Why would he do that?

Because it's Johnnie.

Man, I saw the girls changing.

I scared the sh*t out of them.

Got to love the classics.

You d*ckheads

get this thing rolling yet?

Can't go anywhere

until we find some gas.

Well, that's Tobe's

department, right?

You broke the bus,

you fix the bus.

Come on, dude.

Much better.

Those heels were killing me.

Man, I got a mosquito bite

on my ass.

You look great.

Thanks.

How very.

Hey, Sean, get in the game.

What are we doing?

How far away are we

from your cabin?

I don't know.

I guess they'll give anyone

a scholarship?

Get bent, Johnnie.

Look, maybe we can send

somebody down the road

and see if there's

anything nearby.

Yeah, good idea.

Hey, thanks for volunteering.

What? Why me?

Don't you know?

The driver's always responsible

for the passenger, Tobe.

Unless you're too much

of a p*ssy to go.

This is so bogus.

All by myself?

I'll go.

Really?

Hey, there you go.

Hit the road, loser.

Gimme the flashlight.

May the Force be with you, pal.

Find help, I will.

Man, we are gonna be here

the whole night.

Why is everybody

being so paranoid?

There are houses everywhere.

This is America, okay?

Tubby will find a phone

and a rack of ribs

and be back in a flash.

You know, maybe

we can get all the bags out

and see what we got

all the same.

What?

Nothing.

Just thought I heard something.

Why do you think Marilyn went

with lard-ass anyway?

Really?

It's 'cause Tobe

has all the weed.

So... got any weed?

You know it.

- Sorry.

- Lightweight.

No, I mean I'm sorry

I got us into all this.

Tobe, chill.

Sh*t happens. It's fate.

What?

Fate, you know,

like, the way things

are supposed to go down.

I believe everything

happens for a reason,

even if we don't know

what it is.

Like us talking right now.

I mean, if hadn't decided

to go to the cabin

for the weekend,

or if we hadn't picked

that particular bus

with the broken gauge,

or if we hadn't run out of gas

on that particular road,

we wouldn't even be having

this conversation.

You know, I'm really happy

we have Sociology together.

One class,

our last year and all.

Me, too.

Remember that time Miss Williams

handed us those worksheets

and when she handed you yours

she asked you what was wrong

'cause your eyes were so red?

- Yeah.

- And you said

you were way too high

to be doing a worksheet.

That was hilarious.

And she said something else,

but I didn't hear.

She said... she told me

to put my head down

and not talk to anybody

for the rest of the class.

I think she thought

it was contagious.

That was the first time I knew

you were cool.

Cool like I smoke grass?

No. You know...

a cool guy.

Really?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Box of Bugles, box of Pop Tarts,

and some gum.

That's it?

Can we stop worrying

and start drinking again?

The beer's getting warmer

by the minute.

Hey, Heather,

you got anything to eat

in the big-ass bag of yours?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Not even some Twinkies

or something?

You see, Heather here,

she's a Twinkie junkie.

Shut up! Am not.

Let me see.

No, I just have personal items.

You know, girl things.

Great, let me see.

Johnnie, no!

What the f***?

Precious, are you okay?

I can't believe it.

You brought your

rat-f***ing dog?

I knew you wouldn't let me

bring her if I told you.

Look, the dog's here now,

okay, Johnnie?

You know what?

Scholarship here is right.

There's nothing we can do now.

Eat it, maybe.

And you wonder

why she hates you.

It's okay, baby.

I won't let the bad man

hurt you.

What about you, Johnnie?

Do cigarettes count?

How many calories

are in a cigarette?

Look, I bet Tobe and Marilyn

already found help

and are on their way back.

Got another joint?

Madame?

Merci.

This bud is gnarly.

The gnarliest.

How far do you think we've gone?

Who cares?

We're on vacation.

Yeah, life's a beach.

- What are you doing?

- He's ticklish!

No, okay, no.

You can run, but you can't hide!

Damn it.

What was that?

Cool.

"Joad."

It's a house.

Let's go tell everyone.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

I mean, who knows

who could live there?

I mean, look at that place.

No one lives there.

It's a dump.

Kind of spooky?

I think we've gone past spooky

and straight to freaky.

Come on,

let's go tell the others.

Come on.

Hey, don't make me

tickle you again.

Okay, no,

you stay right over there.

I'm coming after you!

All right already!

Hold your horses!

Vice principal Frank Cunningham.

We have a serious situation

on our hands.

Now's your chance, bro.

Hey.

Everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Yeah?

You just seem quiet back here.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

- Be honest with me.

- Okay.

If my dad didn't have

this hunting cabin,

would you guys

have wanted me along?

Adrienne, look...

Sean,

if I hadn't been your tutor

and told you about the cabin,

would I even be here?

Look, Adrienne...

I think you're beautiful.

Okay, the cabin was just

some excuse

to spend time with you.

Really? Beautiful?

Yeah. Thought so ever since

we had homeroom together.

I mean, it's like you got

this whole other gear.

First you're in the semis.

Couldn't nobody touch you.

And then you sprain your ankle

and still ran in the finals?

That's bad-ass, girl.

It's a breathing thing.

I mean, the pain

just kind of fades away

if you focus on your breath.

Yeah.

I tell you what I've been

focusing on.

Here it comes.

No, come on. Look,

don't be so quick to judge.

I was just gonna say

that maybe you and I

could find some time to

ourselves

once we get into the cabin.

- Me and you.

- Yeah, why not?

Word gets around, Wes.

Rumor is you're

a little bit of a dog.

Aw, come on.

That hurt. Really.

Focus on the breathing.

Hey, look.

What is it?

Someone's there.

Where?

I don't see anything.

Outside.

Listen.

You hear that?

Kill... kill the music.

- Johnnie, I'm scar...

- Quiet!

- Sean.

- Yeah.

Come on.

Aah!

I think we found something.

These eyes don't lie.

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