drabble the first!

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For lavellebelle who requested Hurley's backstory.  I've been thinking about this one a fair amount, and am glad I finally committed it to paper/puter thanks to your nudging!

Hurley

He didn’t mean to.  But the only seat that was left was in the back. He never did do well in the back.  He sat there during class, but that was a different story.  This?  This was the bus.  Him and moving vehicles?  Not a stellar combination.

 

He tried like hell to keep it down.  He took small sips off his Coke, praying that the bubbles would do…something.  He avoided looking at the swiftly passing landscape.  He tried not to focus on the sickly savory smell of sweaty teens, perfume, and engine fumes.

 

All for naught. 

 

It was spectacular, really.  Coated not only his seat, but most of the girl across the way.  A viscous amalgam of half digested chili and Fritos with a good helping of something thick and white.

 

They had to wait 20 minutes for the next exit to pull off and properly hose down the bus.  Literally hose it down.

 

Even 5 years later, most of the people who knew him--small friggin’ towns--referred to him as Hurley.  It followed him to college.  He never bothered to correct them, prompt them with his given name.  It was just…easier.



psst.  You still have time to get in on the fun....

Comments

[outoftime.livejournal.com]

Heh. Poor Hurley. We all puke - no judgment :P

Thanks for writing that :)

[essene.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it!

As for what he does in life...I'm not sure. I'll have to think on that one somemore.