Twenty Four Hours Across Country

“This fucking sucks.” Jack mumbles behind me. I’ve been learning to ignore it because I know he hates this, the twenty four hour train ride we’re having to take, But Matt couldn’t find any alternatives for us.
“Come on man, just deal with it. You’ll survive.” Rian says from behind him, all of us filing onto the train across europe, from who knows where to wherever else.
“Alex!” Matt shouts at me from behind, I don’t care how far back.
“What’s up boss?” I ask, turning back to face him, everybody ducks into one of the three booth things like in harry potter in the car, I glance back briefly at everybody sitting in the seats lined up like on a subway, only a few of them have tables infront of them. My eyes lock on a brunette girl who sits infront of her computer, her fingers are placed on the keys as if she had stopped typing mid thought to stare at me. I tear my eyes off of her to go back to the rest of my band and crew who spread out between the two boxes. Zack and Matt have taken the seats by the windows, the other three open seats taken, except one by the door with a perfect view of the bathroom.
We all sit in silence. Because who needs to talk when you’re on a train? It bothers me how for some reason it’s taboo to talk on public transit. I’ll sit on a bus with Lisa and try to carry a conversation, but all she does is hush me up. It makes no sense, nobody cares. In fact they’d probably like the entertainment of having a conversation to evesdrop on.
Whatever.
The train hums to life below our feet and the whole machine shifts slightly as we begin our stupidly long ride to wherever else. A fat man waddles past the glass door between me and the hallway makes his way into the bathroom. Interesting.
“I’m going to go and call Lisa.” I announce, not waiting an answer as I push the sliding door open, I make my way to this little area that must be meant for waiting infront of the bathroom. I dial the number and lean back against a rail for support.
“Hello?” The light voice of lisa comes in my ear, the sound of people behind it,
“Hey babe, Its me.” I smile into the reciever, glad to hear her voice for the first time in what seems like months.
“Oh, Hi.” Her voice falls, as if the fact that it’s me is a dissappointment.
“I miss you.” I say into the phone sofly so that she can hear it, maybe having some sort of romantic impact on her would be good.
“I miss you too Alec, Alex. Shit.” Lisa laughs awkwardly on the other end, “Sorry, look I have some people over...”
“LISE!” A deep male voice booms from behind her, “C’MON!”
“I hear that.” I chuckle a bit, my heart falling to my toes.
“I should go and entertain my guests.” She continues, “Maybe I can call you later.”
“Yeah, it’s no problem, who do you have over?” I ask, desperately trying to have a conversation right now. It’s late at night in the states, she shouldn’t be having to go anytime soon,
“Just some friends.” Lisa blows me off,
“Tell them I say hi?” I ask and sigh, leaning my head back against the plastic wall behind me, closing my eyes.
“Sure, I will. I’ll talk to you some other time.” Lisa presses.
“I love you?” I offer, knowing its more of a question. I don’t know how she feels about me anymore. A sigh is heard through the reciever.
“Yeah, I love you too. Goonight.” She says hurriedly just before the line goes dead.
“Goodnight.” I mumble to myself and drop the phone from my ear to look at the contact that is now on the screen, a photo of Lisa and I at disney in the little circle in the corner. Good times. The fat waddling man emerges from the bathroom, and waddles once agian away in the direction of who knows where.
“You don’t deserve to be treated to like that by a partner or friend.” I look over to the mouth of the hallway where the brunette stands. “It’s bullshit. If I were you I’d be getting out of the situation.” She continues.
“It’s not that simple.” I mumble and look back down at my phone.
“You’d be suprised to learn that it really is.” She says softly, her voice sounds like something that couldn’t be described as anything but flower pedals. No matter how cliche it sounds.
“Not everything is so black and white.” I mumble. “Why should it even matter to you, I don’t know you.” I snap, admittedly harshly.
“Whiskey. I’m a wrighter.” She says and takes a few steps forward, closer to me. I now look at her, noticing what she’s wearing for the first time. Stripes and tan pants, though she’s not distasteful. Her hair is in two loose pigtails by her jaw.
“Excuse me?” I raise an eyebrow at her, “I’m not going to buy you a drink.” I laugh a bit awkwardly.
“Did I ask you to buy me one?” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“No.” I answer promptly.
“Then why are you telling me you won’t buy me a drink?” She asks and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Because you just said Whiskey. I assumed that was your favorite drink and that you were ordering it from me.” I explain, somewhat taken aback by her demeanor.
“Thats my name.” She shrugs and stares at me with her big grey eyes.
“Whiskey?”
“Yes.” She shrugs again and walks over, leaning against the bar I lean against.
“Where’d you get that king of name?” I laugh a bit awkwardly at her proximity.
“My mom and dad like Whiskey. They met over a bottle of Jack Daniels, got married over one the same night then had sex and god knocked up under the influence of a bottle of Jack Daniels.” She explains. “When my mom was drinking she drank cheap whiskey and when I was born early it was because she got in a fight with my dad and he threw a bottle of cheap whiskey at her, the stress put her in labour.” She stops looking up at me, expecting some king of reaction.
“Oh.” Is all I manage as I stare back down at the odd girl by my side.
“Can I buy you a drink?”

Notes

Hey, so this is just a little project I just came up with, I wrote this all within an hour or two of posting it, didn't edit it much. It's just an Idea at this point. Maybe if people get into it I'll go in depth?


Heres a little link to Whiskeys outfit: {X}

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