Lost After Dark Page #3

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Got to love the classics.

You d*ckheads

get this thing rolling yet?

Can't go anywhere

until we find some gas.

Well, that's Tobe's

department, right?

You broke the bus,

you fix the bus.

Come on, dude.

Much better.

Those heels were killing me.

Man, I got a mosquito bite

on my ass.

You look great.

Thanks.

How very.

Hey, Sean, get in the game.

What are we doing?

How far away are we

from your cabin?

I don't know.

I guess they'll give anyone

a scholarship?

Get bent, Johnnie.

Look, maybe we can send

somebody down the road

and see if there's

anything nearby.

Yeah, good idea.

Hey, thanks for volunteering.

What? Why me?

Don't you know?

The driver's always responsible

for the passenger, Tobe.

Unless you're too much

of a p*ssy to go.

This is so bogus.

All by myself?

I'll go.

Really?

Hey, there you go.

Hit the road, loser.

Gimme the flashlight.

May the Force be with you, pal.

Find help, I will.

Man, we are gonna be here

the whole night.

Why is everybody

being so paranoid?

There are houses everywhere.

This is America, okay?

Tubby will find a phone

and a rack of ribs

and be back in a flash.

You know, maybe

we can get all the bags out

and see what we got

all the same.

What?

Nothing.

Just thought I heard something.

Why do you think Marilyn went

with lard-ass anyway?

Really?

It's 'cause Tobe

has all the weed.

So... got any weed?

You know it.

- Sorry.

- Lightweight.

No, I mean I'm sorry

I got us into all this.

Tobe, chill.

Sh*t happens. It's fate.

What?

Fate, you know,

like, the way things

are supposed to go down.

I believe everything

happens for a reason,

even if we don't know

what it is.

Like us talking right now.

I mean, if hadn't decided

to go to the cabin

for the weekend,

or if we hadn't picked

that particular bus

with the broken gauge,

or if we hadn't run out of gas

on that particular road,

we wouldn't even be having

this conversation.

You know, I'm really happy

we have Sociology together.

One class,

our last year and all.

Me, too.

Remember that time Miss Williams

handed us those worksheets

and when she handed you yours

she asked you what was wrong

'cause your eyes were so red?

- Yeah.

- And you said

you were way too high

to be doing a worksheet.

That was hilarious.

And she said something else,

but I didn't hear.

She said... she told me

to put my head down

and not talk to anybody

for the rest of the class.

I think she thought

it was contagious.

That was the first time I knew

you were cool.

Cool like I smoke grass?

No. You know...

a cool guy.

Really?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Box of Bugles, box of Pop Tarts,

and some gum.

That's it?

Can we stop worrying

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