“Better be. Good night, baby. See you in the morning. Safe travels.”
“Love you, Jade.” I hang up reluctantly, keeping my AirPods in and turning on some music.
Three hours later, I wake to Tweetie tapping me on the shoulder.
I pull out my AirPods. “What?”
“I clogged the toilet,” he says, eyes wide.
I bolt up. “You what?”
Conor must’ve heard because he turns around in his seat to face us.
“What is going on?” Rowan leans in.
I squeeze the bridge of my nose. “Tweetie clogged the toilet.”
We all file toward the bathroom.
“Only one at a time,” the driver calls back to us.
Rowan looks at me, and we both nod. He heads to the front. I open the door, and sure enough, water is about to tip over the rim.
“Fuck, Tweetie,” I say.
“I couldn’t help it. I don’t know what was in that food. It was great, but it messed with my stomach.”
Conor shakes his head. “This is your problem.”
Rowan walks back down the aisle toward us. “They have to stop the bus at the next station. And this is going to delay”—he looks around—“everyone.”
“Seriously, man.” Conor shakes his head.
Tweetie continues to make excuses as we all sit down.
The driver makes an announcement over the speaker, and everyone from our rows turns to look at Tweetie because they know it was him.
His seatmate pulls out a container of cookies and Tweetie actually takes one, but Conor slides over and knocks the cookie out of his hand. “He’s good, but thank you, ma’am.”
Tweetie narrows his eyes at Conor. “I’m not a child.”
“You’re acting like one.”
Rowan sticks his head between their seats. “Stop it, guys, we need to figure out a step two.”
I rock my head back. I’m starting to think Jade was right. We should’ve waited until the morning.
ten
Rowan
I’m not reallya research kind of guy, but I’ve had to be resourceful a lot of times in my life, so this whole trying-to-get-us-home thing has become a quest I need to conquer.
As we all stand outside at the bus station, my thumbs move across the screen of my phone. Tweetie clogging the toilet took the bus out of commission and they’re trying to get a new one here, but that doesn’t work for us if we’re going to beat the team plane home.
“Found a rental car place that’s open, but we have to get an Uber first.”
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Conor complains, putting his arms around himself.
