boys in buses can still get lost
Boys In Buses Can Still Get Lost (895, pg)
by dreamofthem and heartequals. This started when we were complaining about the lack of TAI gen/Sisky & Butcher bff fic. This is set in a non-existant TAI/CS/GCH tour. Get on that boys, that would be amazing.
Travis is lost.
Travis is lost.
Sisky knows this because Travis is in his bed.
Travis giggles, one hand reaching up to the touch the ceiling of his bunk.
“Travie,” says Sisky. “Travie, you’re lost.”
“Lil’ Biz, we are all lost.”
Sisky frowns. He lost the title of littlest when Pete signed The Cab. He reaches up and tugs on Travie’s beltloop. “No, dude, that’s not your bed.”
Travis frowns as well, leaning up on one elbow. “Yes it is.”
“Cowboy,” says Gabe, sitting up on Travis’ other side. “I think you’re lost.” He leans over on Travie’s stomach to rub Sisky’s hair. Travis falls back, grinning.
“No,” says Sisky, shaking his head and Gabe’s hand away. “No, no, this is my bus, why are you in my bed?”
“It’s not your bus,” says Gabe. “This is the Gym Class bus. Wanna join us?”
Sisky’s not falling for that again. He shakes his head and looks around. Matt is reading on one of the lower bunks and Michael Guy Chislett is sleeping in the bunk behind. “Michael?” he asks.
“Gym Class,” says Michael, looking up at him blearily. “That’s Travie’s bed.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I’m sleepy,” says Michael and he pulls the curtain shut. Sisky sits down on the floor. “I’m lost,” he says.
Matt pats his arm and offers him a pink starburst. Sisky sighs and unwraps the starburst. He’s very lost. He looks up at Travie and Gabe. Gabe rolls his eyes.
“Give me your phone,” he says, patting down Travie’s pockets. “We gotta get him back to his bus.”
Matt hands Sisky another starburst. Sisky leans over and rests his head on Matt’s back and listens to Gabe chatter. “Billvy, there’s a lost boy on our bus.”
“My bus,” says Travis.
“Our bus,” says Gabe, elbowing Travis. “The green bus, man.” He pauses. “No, not Chizzy, Sisky. Yeah. He’s really lost. Come get him. He’s eating Matt out of house and home.”
“No, he’s not,” says Matt. Sisky can hear him chewing all the way through his chest. He’s glad Matt is on his side.
“You know how Matt needs his sustenance,” says Gabe and Travis grabs for the phone saying, “hey, whoa, hey, I wanna talk to him, hey.”
Sisky buries his face on Matt’s back. Matt pats his thigh. “I thought this was my bus,” says Sisky.
William sweeps in less than fives minutes after. He pauses only to touch Travie’s chin, making a small quiet comment that has Gabe swallow audibly and Travis giggle.
“Sisky,” he says, looming over him, hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Sisky Biz, you are very tired.”
Sisky stands up. “I’m lost,” he says to William. “I’m not even drunk and I’m lost.”
William takes him by the arm. “It’s okay,” he says, soothing and calm as he guides Sisky off the bus. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He holds open the door to their bus. Sisky stumbles up the steps, clinging to William’s wrist. “Where is Butcher,” he says, because he’s pretty sure this isn’t his bus, “where is Butcher, I want Butcher.”
Butcher climbs out from under the table and takes Sisky’s arm. He drags them back to Sisky’s bunk and they climb into together, arms and legs squished together. Butcher pulls a pack of cards from underneath Sisky’s mattress and deals. “Got any threes?”
“Go fish. Got any nines?”
“Go fish. Got any kings?”
Sisky throws them at him. Butcher grins and Sisky is instantly, wonderfully, at home. “Any fives?”
“Go fish.”
“I like salmon,” says Butcher, picking up a card. “We should go for trout. You wanna go fishing?”
“Trout is gross. Herring. That’s a real fish.”
“Are you kidding me? Trout is a staple of Americana and as Midwestern boys it is our duty, nay, our honor to partake in that which Mother Nature has bountifully provided us.”
“Herring,” says Sisky, stubborn, though he’s in no real position to protest, what with Butcher’s elbow jammed up next to his ear and his knee in Sisky’s lap.
“Trout, Sisky!”
“Oh my god,” Alex pulls open the curtain to Mike’s bed. “Oh my god, shut up.”
Butcher sucks in his cheeks and bugs his eyes out. Sisky bursts out laughing and Alex rolls out of the bunk and stomps into the front lounge. “William!”
They crane their necks out of the bunk, just in time to see Alex jump over Nate’s prone figure, stretched out on the floor and under the table, onto the couch next to William. William slings an arm around him, humming.
“Forgot about Nate,” says Butcher, fond. “He must have fallen asleep. He was just telling me how soothing he finds William’s voice.”
Sisky rolls his eyes. The door to the bus slams open and Disashi crawls on and collapses on the couch on the other side of William.
“Pulling out in five,” he mumbles. “I’m crashing here.”
William nods. Alex is asleep already and Disashi is fast falling asleep on William’s shoulder. His sneakers are wet. Sisky coughs back a laugh when he sees William unlace Sashi’s shoes and set them aside. Disashi curls up next to William.
Butcher pulls him back into the bunk, grinning. Sisky grins back.
They spend the rest of the night playing cards and arguing about fish because no one, not even Michael, is there to tell them not to.
by dreamofthem and heartequals. This started when we were complaining about the lack of TAI gen/Sisky & Butcher bff fic. This is set in a non-existant TAI/CS/GCH tour. Get on that boys, that would be amazing.
Travis is lost.
Travis is lost.
Sisky knows this because Travis is in his bed.
Travis giggles, one hand reaching up to the touch the ceiling of his bunk.
“Travie,” says Sisky. “Travie, you’re lost.”
“Lil’ Biz, we are all lost.”
Sisky frowns. He lost the title of littlest when Pete signed The Cab. He reaches up and tugs on Travie’s beltloop. “No, dude, that’s not your bed.”
Travis frowns as well, leaning up on one elbow. “Yes it is.”
“Cowboy,” says Gabe, sitting up on Travis’ other side. “I think you’re lost.” He leans over on Travie’s stomach to rub Sisky’s hair. Travis falls back, grinning.
“No,” says Sisky, shaking his head and Gabe’s hand away. “No, no, this is my bus, why are you in my bed?”
“It’s not your bus,” says Gabe. “This is the Gym Class bus. Wanna join us?”
Sisky’s not falling for that again. He shakes his head and looks around. Matt is reading on one of the lower bunks and Michael Guy Chislett is sleeping in the bunk behind. “Michael?” he asks.
“Gym Class,” says Michael, looking up at him blearily. “That’s Travie’s bed.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I’m sleepy,” says Michael and he pulls the curtain shut. Sisky sits down on the floor. “I’m lost,” he says.
Matt pats his arm and offers him a pink starburst. Sisky sighs and unwraps the starburst. He’s very lost. He looks up at Travie and Gabe. Gabe rolls his eyes.
“Give me your phone,” he says, patting down Travie’s pockets. “We gotta get him back to his bus.”
Matt hands Sisky another starburst. Sisky leans over and rests his head on Matt’s back and listens to Gabe chatter. “Billvy, there’s a lost boy on our bus.”
“My bus,” says Travis.
“Our bus,” says Gabe, elbowing Travis. “The green bus, man.” He pauses. “No, not Chizzy, Sisky. Yeah. He’s really lost. Come get him. He’s eating Matt out of house and home.”
“No, he’s not,” says Matt. Sisky can hear him chewing all the way through his chest. He’s glad Matt is on his side.
“You know how Matt needs his sustenance,” says Gabe and Travis grabs for the phone saying, “hey, whoa, hey, I wanna talk to him, hey.”
Sisky buries his face on Matt’s back. Matt pats his thigh. “I thought this was my bus,” says Sisky.
William sweeps in less than fives minutes after. He pauses only to touch Travie’s chin, making a small quiet comment that has Gabe swallow audibly and Travis giggle.
“Sisky,” he says, looming over him, hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Sisky Biz, you are very tired.”
Sisky stands up. “I’m lost,” he says to William. “I’m not even drunk and I’m lost.”
William takes him by the arm. “It’s okay,” he says, soothing and calm as he guides Sisky off the bus. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He holds open the door to their bus. Sisky stumbles up the steps, clinging to William’s wrist. “Where is Butcher,” he says, because he’s pretty sure this isn’t his bus, “where is Butcher, I want Butcher.”
Butcher climbs out from under the table and takes Sisky’s arm. He drags them back to Sisky’s bunk and they climb into together, arms and legs squished together. Butcher pulls a pack of cards from underneath Sisky’s mattress and deals. “Got any threes?”
“Go fish. Got any nines?”
“Go fish. Got any kings?”
Sisky throws them at him. Butcher grins and Sisky is instantly, wonderfully, at home. “Any fives?”
“Go fish.”
“I like salmon,” says Butcher, picking up a card. “We should go for trout. You wanna go fishing?”
“Trout is gross. Herring. That’s a real fish.”
“Are you kidding me? Trout is a staple of Americana and as Midwestern boys it is our duty, nay, our honor to partake in that which Mother Nature has bountifully provided us.”
“Herring,” says Sisky, stubborn, though he’s in no real position to protest, what with Butcher’s elbow jammed up next to his ear and his knee in Sisky’s lap.
“Trout, Sisky!”
“Oh my god,” Alex pulls open the curtain to Mike’s bed. “Oh my god, shut up.”
Butcher sucks in his cheeks and bugs his eyes out. Sisky bursts out laughing and Alex rolls out of the bunk and stomps into the front lounge. “William!”
They crane their necks out of the bunk, just in time to see Alex jump over Nate’s prone figure, stretched out on the floor and under the table, onto the couch next to William. William slings an arm around him, humming.
“Forgot about Nate,” says Butcher, fond. “He must have fallen asleep. He was just telling me how soothing he finds William’s voice.”
Sisky rolls his eyes. The door to the bus slams open and Disashi crawls on and collapses on the couch on the other side of William.
“Pulling out in five,” he mumbles. “I’m crashing here.”
William nods. Alex is asleep already and Disashi is fast falling asleep on William’s shoulder. His sneakers are wet. Sisky coughs back a laugh when he sees William unlace Sashi’s shoes and set them aside. Disashi curls up next to William.
Butcher pulls him back into the bunk, grinning. Sisky grins back.
They spend the rest of the night playing cards and arguing about fish because no one, not even Michael, is there to tell them not to.