She said, "Oh my God..." covering her mouth with her hands, smiling. "Eww!" A loud, booming voice came from the back of the bus, as several people laughed loudly and clapped, saying "Oh, fuck!" amused. A drunk guy was sick and had created a new waterfall of vomit for someone else to clean up and was trying to cover it with a liquor store shopping bag, partially playing with the toe of his shoe in his own vomit. He bent down and spat in it. "Oh, that's disgusting..." the girl said of the stupid boy. Tim endured all of this and felt a little sick to his stomach. Soon their stop came and they got off the bus in relief. The crisp, cold, rainy air welcomed them with healing arms. They walked up the flight of stairs to their apartment and closed the door behind them with a boom, the keys jingling. Tim flopped onto the couch, exhausted, with the back of his hand on his forehead, damsel-in-distress style. "Do you want some orange soda?" Sebastian asked. “Yes, thank you,” he replied. His throat was dry. With bubbles popping on his nose, he sipped his glass of soda, propping himself up on one elbow. Sebastian sat under his legs and relaxed, turning on the TV with the remote. They picked a comedy movie on cable and watched it until they dropped