Post by orinocoflow on Nov 22, 2010 23:40:02 GMT -5
short, but i hope you guys like it
“All right you guys, go choose your bunks for this tour and then meet me back inside,” said Sharon casually, looking down at her notes.
Immediately there was a loud clatter as the four younger lads grabbed their bags and sprinted into the buses, Ryan running in at least a full second ahead of the others due to his experience at quick, unexpected sprints. (Seriously, that guy can MOVE! There was a clip in the bonus features in IE where he just tore away at top speed from a complete standstill!) Paul and Keith crashed in the narrow doorway, falling inside when Damien barreled into them from behind, his heavy bag not letting his skid to a halt in time. Once inside, there was a huge ruckus as they argued over bunks.
“I want that one!”
“You had it last tour! It’s my turn now!”
“I want the one on top with the window!”
“Damien, quit whining!”
There was a loud thud, and then more clamoring as someone’s bags were dumped off of a bunk and replaced with someone else’s.
George sighed, exchanged an amused glance with Sharon, and then walked into the bus, laughing as he saw that the guys were all settled. Sharon was laughing to herself outside, walking back to the warehouse, no longer seeing or hearing what was happening inside.
Grinning, George walked up to the empty lower bunk by the window, set down his bags, pulled Keith’s bags from the top bunk by the window and tossed them onto the empty bunk, then heaved his own into the spot provided. Turning to the absolutely silent, astonished group, he smiled.
“At the beginning of CT a few years ago, we made a deal that we would rotate out of this bunk so that we all got a chance. Now, I believe all of us have had it except for me, so that would make this…oh yes, my turn.” Grinning, he followed Sharon back inside, leaving the lads staring after him in stunned silence.
THE END
“All right you guys, go choose your bunks for this tour and then meet me back inside,” said Sharon casually, looking down at her notes.
Immediately there was a loud clatter as the four younger lads grabbed their bags and sprinted into the buses, Ryan running in at least a full second ahead of the others due to his experience at quick, unexpected sprints. (Seriously, that guy can MOVE! There was a clip in the bonus features in IE where he just tore away at top speed from a complete standstill!) Paul and Keith crashed in the narrow doorway, falling inside when Damien barreled into them from behind, his heavy bag not letting his skid to a halt in time. Once inside, there was a huge ruckus as they argued over bunks.
“I want that one!”
“You had it last tour! It’s my turn now!”
“I want the one on top with the window!”
“Damien, quit whining!”
There was a loud thud, and then more clamoring as someone’s bags were dumped off of a bunk and replaced with someone else’s.
George sighed, exchanged an amused glance with Sharon, and then walked into the bus, laughing as he saw that the guys were all settled. Sharon was laughing to herself outside, walking back to the warehouse, no longer seeing or hearing what was happening inside.
Grinning, George walked up to the empty lower bunk by the window, set down his bags, pulled Keith’s bags from the top bunk by the window and tossed them onto the empty bunk, then heaved his own into the spot provided. Turning to the absolutely silent, astonished group, he smiled.
“At the beginning of CT a few years ago, we made a deal that we would rotate out of this bunk so that we all got a chance. Now, I believe all of us have had it except for me, so that would make this…oh yes, my turn.” Grinning, he followed Sharon back inside, leaving the lads staring after him in stunned silence.
THE END