Grown Ups 2: Bus Driver Novels & Stories

“That is some serious shit. Beer, or champagne?” “Champagne,” Emily decided for everyone, trying to bring herself into the moment, but her heart was heavy with dread knowing that her time in limbo with Owen was drawing to a close. “It is a celebration.” Even if she wanted no more than to find a corner to weep in. “Damn right!” Jeremy agreed. “All good?” The bus driver stepped on board. “Yes!” James declared. “So good, Graham. So f-king good.” “Alrighty then,” Graham sniggered a little as he slid into his chair. He had been driving bands around for thirty years and was well accustomed to their ups and downs, their mood swings, and excesses.

“That is some serious shit. Beer, or champagne?” “Champagne,” Emily decided for everyone, trying to bring herself into the moment, but her heart was heavy with dread knowing that her time in limbo with Owen was drawing to a close. “It is a celebration.” Even if she wanted no more than to find a corner to weep in. “Damn right!” Jeremy agreed. “All good?” The bus driver stepped on board. “Yes!” James declared. “So good, Graham. So f-king good.” “Alrighty then,” Graham sniggered a little as he slid into his chair. He had been driving bands around for thirty years and was well accustomed to their ups and downs, their mood swings, and excesses.

The first bus had my friends essentially, the ones who'd been picked up at Chen's, including most of the poker group. The second bus was the one who'd picked up the people at the mall, who's driver was as goggle eyed as the first. It included Lisa's and Julia's parents, Mistress Dark and slaves, Sharon and Phil, Gwen and Sherman and Wendy, Rhonda's sister. My workers except for the slaves and Shasta were also on the second bus. Jerry was in his own car behind the second bus with Reneé. Mistress Dark told Rose and Slut to strip down as soon as they stepped off the bus, seeing the lay of the land and liking what she saw. As soon as the busses disgorged, Brianna asked for and received everyone'

Mr Alex came forward and addressed, “Miss Adriana, did you count the heads?” Adriana replied, “Yes sir, I did. Six boys, seven girls, one staff, one bus driver and a total of fifteen heads boarded in the bus.” Mr Alex praised her, “Good calculations… You can get back to your boyfriend and I won’t disturb anyone’s privacy unless you disturb mine.” Giggles and chuckles returned. Some enjoyed singing out loudly and some enjoyed dancing to the songs and some hide in the darkness and were enjoying their time. ***** The distant running sound was heard and the bus driver pulled over. Mr Alex shouted at the bus driver, “Hey man, I just praised you in front of young ladies that you are capable of dri

"Well, it's your turn to be with her, enjoy." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you guys are seriously sharing?" Carson nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah, it's the agreement." As the bus pulls away, Carson effortlessly controls the wheel with one hand while he fidgets with the music player, swapping out CDs with practiced ease. The melodious tunes fill the air, creating a relaxed atmosphere within the confines of the bus.

“Get nice and drunk so I can molest you in your sleep.” “Ha. Ha. Very funny,” Brian said, tossing back his beer and swallowing half in several gulps. Aggie got the feeling that Trey wasn’t joking. Watching those two go at each other would be sexy as hell. Eric entered the bus with the pervert-jerk, Jon, on his heels. “Everybody ready?” Eric asked. “Let’s get this show on the road!” Jon said. “Who’s driving?” Sed asked, crumpling a brown paper sack and tossing it on the floor.

Author Godsent Banky ******************************************************************************************************************************************************** After what seemed like an eternity, The Bus Angelus, Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott were in finally pulled over at a bus stop close to Lowell High School. "God damn It!! I'm late!! Angelus said out as soon as she got out of the bus while checking the time on her phone. "You are late because of us................We are sorry." Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott apologetically said

The driver of the bus honks impatiently, and a few children jump in fright and begin to giggle. Amy jumps over the little gate in front of her house, not bothering to unlatch the gate like every normal person. By the time she gets to the bus, it is half-filled with children and teenagers most of whom are wearing hoodies and jackets. The driver, a stout, red man rubs vigorously at his face with a kerchief, mopping up sweat from his red face while the children in the bus raise their chatter to a crescendo.

A man is beside her, he is tall but pudgy and if the keys he is dangling in his hands is any form of identification, then I can tell he is the driver. “Listen up girls,” the woman’s voice is grizzly and deep. Not at all feminine. “I am Melissa, the lady steward and this is our driver, Jaxon. We are from the Wolf House as you know and are responsible for transporting you. I will be your lady and matron during the course of your exercise.” She stops and takes in a large breath. “You are to ask me any questions, if you have, but mostly, you are expected to shut up and do as you’re asked.” The entire bus replies with ‘Yes, Lady.’

I stood by the side of the road for a long time. The clouds were white. The sky was blue. Then I remembered something Mom used to say. "Avery, be kind—but don't be a pushover." Mom, I heard you. Did you see? *** On the flight to Antarctica, I leaned against the window and watched Paragon City shrink beneath the clouds until it vanished into the white. The girl beside me handed over a pack of tissues. "Miss, are you crying?" I touched my face and realized it was wet. "I'm fine." I took the tissues. "Thanks."