Someone requested the photos used in our graphic, so here.
All of them are manipulations, ‘cept for the van one and the very top left one.
The others that weren’t included were random ‘scenes’ found on tumblr.
Obviously, the very bottom right one is very crappy, but since it would barely be seen in the graphic, I figured it wouldn’t matter. xDD
OH MY GOD! Bo! Let’s go for ice cream next time!
You have the best idea ever.
Oh yeah!
(Source: prettygirlfood)
You’re paraing with yourself.
Haha I’m writing a closed para so Bo will have a connection to the road trip.
“Tripping Part One” (Bo/Ino)
She’s back.
Was the last text message Bo received from his younger sister, Bev, before he accidentally dropped his cellphone in the toilet.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” That was a lot of cursing for Bo and he had to physically stop himself from really losing it.
Of course it wasn’t about the damn cell phone; the gadget was one of those old models and he wanted to replace it anyway.
It was about the text messages he received obviously and on the day when he was supposed to go back home to New York. Back to his life in one of the most boring parts of the world. The sentiment is not even slightly exaggerated.
His ex-girlfriend Samantha, according to Bev was back in Bethel.
With his best friend Troy. Whom Samantha cheated him with.
And she’s preggo Bobo - was the other part of Bev’s text.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he stared at the cellphone that sank all the way down the toilet water. Good thing he had a habit of flushing every time he used it or he’d be fishing for his damn cell phone in pee water.
“FUCK!” He again blurted out as he tried to retrieve the old and ruined gadget back with a coat hanger.
No use.
He had to use his damn hand. He reached down the toilet with his left hand, grabbing the cell as quickly as possible and tossing it in the sink as he turned the water on.
He picked it up with a wash cloth and set it aside and then washed his hands about a million times contemplating on what he should be doing next.
He checked the time after drying his hands, still feeling dirty even after using the whole entire bar of hand soap provided by the hotel.
He needed to get ready soon. The conference was over and he had a flight to catch at 2 in the afternoon. It was only 9 in the morning but check out time is at 11. Meaning he needed his butt out of there and soon.
But he didn’t think he wanted to go home. No. Not after the messages his sister sent him. When Samantha cheated on him with his friend Troy, he didn’t think he would be able to forgive either of them but he did. And he moved on. But when he found out that they got together after a week of breaking up with her, he was furious. It felt like they shat on his head and then laughed at his face.
He dealt with people talking - either pitying or laughing at him - for a while because he knew it will eventually die down and it did. Then Samantha and Troy left Bethel. He was fine with it. Out of sigh out of mind, he thought. He was hurt but he learned to get over it.
But learning that they’re back in town, it opened up healed wound. He didn’t think he could go back home and face them. They live in the same town and there was no doubt they’d cross paths. And he just didn’t know how he would react to seeing them. Together. And now having a family?
He stared at himself in the mirror and felt old. He washed his face with his hands a loud and long sigh released. He started getting ready although he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to do just yet.
——
Wiping his hands on the white apron that he wore over his Nirvana shirt, Ino stood around behind Rancherito’s, smoking his cigarette.
He was on his lunch break and just told the manager that he was quitting today. He’d decided to go with Sunny and her friends on this road trip that no doubt is his ticket home.
After he graduated high school, he wanted to see the country. He left without saying a proper goodbye to his mother who he knew wouldn’t approve of his decision. He was an obedient son, well most of the time. He got in trouble here and there but never really did something really shitty to his Mom like what he just did, travel across the country without her permission. Look where he ended up. Not that he was in such a shitty situation but he just believed that defying his mother somehow had to do with his luck, being stuck somewhere with no one to turn to, no money, nothing, to learn his lesson.
But this road trip with Sunny and her friends was his second chance and he would take it to correct his shit. He finally called his mother last night after almost three weeks of silence. She was worried more than anything although she did curse him out and told him he was gonna ‘see it’ when he gets home. His mom didn’t have to tell him what it was he was going to ‘see’ when he gets home. He just knew he wasn’t gonna like it. But afterwards she told him that she was happy to hear from him and that he needed to come home soon and go to fucking college. “Opo, Nay—” (Yes, Mom) he assured his mother who really, wanted nothing but for him to succeed in life.
Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Ino made a mental list of things he needed to do before he leaves Salt Lake.
First off, he needed to take back the rent he already gave his landlord for the whole month of February. The trip was supposed to start in the beginning of February, he was told. And boy, isn’t he glad to get out of the place he was renting. It was shitty and stinky.
He also reminded himselt to kick that kid’s ass - the one that made him kiss the restaurant’s floor two weeks ago. He wasn’t quite sure yet how he was gonna get the fucker back but someone told him where the asshole lives. Dog shit in brown bag set on fire never fails so he thought he’d do that. He knew a big enough dog that could produce a big enough poop for the big bad bully he was about to pay a visit.
Finishing his cigarette, he dropped the butt on the ground and put it out with the sole of his runners. He ran his long fingers through his hair before entering the kitchen where one of the bus boys immediately saw and stopped him, handing him a plate, “Table 4.”
“Really? Can I go take a leak first?” He eyed the shorter man who completely ignored him. He shook his head and proceeded to deliver the plate of tacos.
Approaching table 4, he recognized the tall man with light hair and light eyes who sat at the table by the window. The man stared outside as if in deep contemplation, not that he was watching, he just happened to noticed. He’d seen the tall man a few times around the area, probably part of that thing going on in the hotel nearby.
“Tacos?”
The man appeared surprised, blue eyes stared at him, “Yes, thank you.”
Placing the plate on the table, he smiled and said, “Enjoy. They’re pretty fucking good.”
“Thanks, man,” the blond gave out a toothy smile. “Hey,” the man’s smile widened. “Taco kid.”
“Wha-” He frowned.
“You delivered at the convention a few times this week - at the hotel?”
“Oh, yeah,” he nodded.
“Yeah man, tacos good. Can you get me a beer, too?”
“Sure thing,” he quickly left and returned with an ice cold bottle of beer. “Everything alright?”
“For now, yes,” the man replied.
“Alright. Holler if you need anything,” and he then proceeded to do his other job.
It was very late afternoon when he finished his shift for the day. He was getting ready to leave when he realized the tall man was still sitting on the same spot where he served the man his food.
Wearing his messenger back across his chest, he walked towards the front door of the restaurant instead of taking the back exit like he usually do.
Walking pass the man, their eyes met. Not thinking what came over him, he stuck his hand in his jean pocket, feeling the joint he just bought from one of the bus boys. Thinking he didn’t mind sharing, he nodded at the blond, “Waiting for someone?”
The man looked at him with a forced smile then shook his head, “Nope.”
He tilted his head, noticing the luggage underneath the table which he didn’t see earlier when he served the blond. “Going somewhere?”
“Home. Supposed to.”
He once again nodded. “Staying in town a bit longer then?”
The man shrugged his shoulders. He turned around pushing the door open, getting a good taste of the evening breeze mixed with the traffic’s pollution. Sticking half of his body outside he turned to look at the man. “Need a place to stay?” He asked, almost wanting to kick himself for doing so. Really, not like that man needed help. He looked like someone who could certainly afford a nice hotel room. But he thought the man needed company. He remembered his first night in Salt Lake. It was fucking depressing.
And as if without any thought, the man got up from his seat, taking his back pack and luggage with him.
Ino walked out of the restaurant, the tall man at his heels.
TBC
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