Continuing part for Chapter 1, :3.
Stepping onto the bus' rubber steps, Jason instantly looked over the rows, trying to locate his friends. There, at the very back the bus, where his two friends. It was common for them to sit in the back, but not for Shawn to look so down. His whole stance told Jason that the guy was having a terrible day. See, Shawn was normally the good guy, yet popular. He had the clothes, the looks, and the personality, so it took a lot for him to look this bad.
Hanging on his regular lean frame was a clingy white shirt that showed pretty much every muscle, rib, everything on his stomach.
Jason visibly shuttered, the guy looked good, but it was disgusting. He pulled himself up the last few stairs and hugging his duffel to him, intent on getting over to his friends without a disruption from a fellow classmate. Finally, he dropped into the chair next to Logan, his friend with wild, curly hair, and smiled slightly. It was just a tug in the corner of his mouth, but he knew what it meant. Jason was nervous about this trip.
The three had been friends for years, so they knew things about each other no one else did. Like, for example, how Jason knew that Shawn came from an abusive home, just like him, but the kid didn't want anyone to know, and that he didn't care anymore. He'd been taken away by the state and placed in his real, blood-father. And, on that matter, how Logan knew that Jason and Shawn were both afraid of houses in the trees, and that without their support, he'd be scared too.
Jason leaned forward, elbows on his knees so he could look over at Shawn. Soft, dishwater blond hair hung flat, and over his eyes, which just the iris of the blue eyes showing through the hair. He needed a decent hair-cut, big time.
"So, whats new in the land of Jass?" Logan teased, running a hand through the hair that wasn't caught up in his red bandanna. It was a running joke, when they first met, he'd thought Jason had said his name was 'Jass', because his nose had been pretty stuffy that day.
"Nothing really, debating on whether or not I really want to go on this field-trip or not." He shrugged, and the movement made Shawn's bright blue eyes dart over to him for a second before flicking away.
"Aw, that's dull. How long do you think it'll take to get to the Island?" Logan asked, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket till they covered most of his hands. He hated the feeling of cloth rubbing against his wrist, so he always had to constantly adjust things to make them fit right.
"Well, we have a plane ride in about half an hour, guess it'll take us pretty long." Jason rolled his eyes, sometimes the guy could be kind of stupid. Scratch that, really stupid.
"Hmm, I guess that's right." His friend sighed, and looked out the window on Jason's side of the bus.
He himself decided to see what it was like outside, and sighed. the sight that met his eyes was just short of amazing. Rain was pouring down on the glass, and trees were bending heavily under the weight of the wind and rain. It looked almost like a tornado was going to hit soon.
"Do you think it'll storm the whole way to the airport?" Logan asked him as he turned to look forward again. His eyes showed the fear, he was afraid of thunder, and storms. Whatever had happened before they met, it must have been bad if he was still scared of storms.
Jason shook his head, there was no way it could storm for two whole hours, that would take them a good 30 more minutes to get there. "I doubt it, it'll let up before long, just watch."
So the two settled down, gazing out the window every so often while listening to the howl of the wind, the shuffling of neighbors in the seats in front of them, and the soft snore of people who had already fallen asleep. And Shawn never made a sound.