Roadtrip
“Frank, we'll be back in a couple of hours, I'm sure it'll still be as normal as it was before,” Mikey said, smirking a little.
“Normal as in completely pink, you mean,” Frank retorted grumpily.
“Come on Frank, stop complaining. All this fresh air is good for you,” Bob said, looking over his shoulder at the smallest guitarist.
Frank blew some of his black hair out of his eyes and grumbled a little while he put his hands in his pockets, and kicked a rock out of his path. His shoes were dirty and hanging full with mud, and there was even mud on his pants.
“Stop complaining and just keep walking,” Ray suggested tiredly, while Gerard and Mikey were laughing about something that the three other band members didn't hear. Bob and Ray gave Frank an encouraging smile before they kept walking through the mud, ignoring the mutter that Frank gave them in response.
“I wish Jamia was here...she’d make you all go back to the bus...”
“Normal as in completely pink, you mean,” Frank retorted grumpily.
“Come on Frank, stop complaining. All this fresh air is good for you,” Bob said, looking over his shoulder at the smallest guitarist.
Frank blew some of his black hair out of his eyes and grumbled a little while he put his hands in his pockets, and kicked a rock out of his path. His shoes were dirty and hanging full with mud, and there was even mud on his pants.
“Stop complaining and just keep walking,” Ray suggested tiredly, while Gerard and Mikey were laughing about something that the three other band members didn't hear. Bob and Ray gave Frank an encouraging smile before they kept walking through the mud, ignoring the mutter that Frank gave them in response.
“I wish Jamia was here...she’d make you all go back to the bus...”