Bus Stop
Old Friends
Over plates of toast and eggs with steaming cups of black coffee they mutually decide to hold off on robbing the diner.
“Think we’d be lucky if the register had $40 in it.” Norman shrugs his shoulder lazily and eyes their waitress’s ass. “No point in taking chances on a shithole like this.”
Marshall turns around slightly to catch Norman’s view just as she turns, catches his gaze and gives him a dirty look. He resettles himself again looking forward and ignores Norman’s smirk. “So then how’re we supposed to get the fuck out of here?”
“Finish your toast. I have a plan.”
***
Norman leads him over to a dusty blue Honda civic parked in the back lot.
“I saw this piecea shit out here earlier and maybe recognized the plates. If it’s who I think it is… I’ve been so looking forward to this. Either way, we’ll be getting a ride.”
They don’t have to wait long for the guy to return.
He saunters over to them unaware of their presence. He’s a wiry guy with a tight muscular frame and sharp blue eyes. Handsome. Marshall notices. His jeans are torn at the knees and a cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth.
Norman pushes away from his side of the car making himself visible. “Hey Sean… happy to see your old buddy Norman?”
The cigarette drops from surprised lips and onto the shirt front of a green t-shirt. The curse that follows as it burns through to skin makes Norman smile wide and predatory.
Sean rearranges his surprise and tries to grin though Marshall thinks he still looks nervous. “Norman. It’s been… awhile.”
“Yes it has. I haven’t seen you since you double crossed me and skipped town. What’re the odds that we’d run into each other again, huh?”
A nervous laugh. “You aren’t still sore about that are you man?”
“My friend and I need a ride. We want your wheels.”
“For an old friend… I can take you wherever you’re heading.”
“Glad to hear it.” Norman smiles serenely and then takes a swing at Sean’s head.
It’s hardly even a fight. Sean drops like a sack of wheat, out cold.
“Shit.” Marshall stares in awe as Norman searches through jeans pockets until he scores the car keys. He tosses them to him.
“Open the trunk.” He commands.
Marshall fumbles with the lock as Norman grabs limp wrists and starts dragging him over. The trunk finally pops open. Marshall glances around nervously to see if anyone is watching. The place is deserted.
“Grab his legs.”
He’s heavier then he looks and they momentarily struggle to lift him between the two of them.
“Damn fucker needs to go on a diet.” Norman grunts as he slams the trunk shut. “He’s gonna wake up hella pissed. We should try and find some rope.” He smirks and gets in the driver’s side. Marshall gets in beside him.
The wheels kick up dust as they speed away.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the encouraging feedback. Makes me very happy. Somehow I managed to spin out some more plot. Crazy!
Benzoyl: You know I love you girl. Remy/Marshall... one true love. ;P
Aissa: Heheh. Once suggested I couldn't resit throwing Sean in there. Nice idea. :)
Line: Ohmygod you read my mind! Thelma & Louise totally came to mind for me too, except with men... and a lot mre sex. :P
Tetra: Maybe they can pick up a hitchhiker too, hehe... my new title: 'The gay Desert Orgy'
Lauralee: Heheh I'm so glad to do a crazy it-shouldn't-work pairing every now and again. Thanks for the love.
Cole: You're so right. That's how I see them exactly. Now when I'm writing I see Norman and all his evil smirking in my head. It's so cutie. Heh.