Three in a Row

When you're suddenly home-sick and you know you can't digest whatever you eat in hostel, you head home. It was the three of us this time. A little bit of disappointment here, because we always try to be an even number of people when riding the bus home; it's always more fun when so. No one has to sit beside a stranger and feel uncomfortable, and everyone else doesn't have to make an extra effort to help that friend keep pace with the gossip! :D

This time, Jay-G joined Teyni and me in our "back-home" journey at the eleventh hour.

It was a shock. =o

We knew that one of us would have to sit alone, but which one? =/

We got the first three seats of the bus. I fell into my "window-" seat lazily beside Teyni. It suddenly made me uncomfortable to know that Jay-G quietly filled her seat, miles away from us on the other side of the aisle. Teyni had to stretch half the length of her arm to poke Jay-G. She was THAT FAR AWAY. =(

Suddenly I had an idea!

I squeezed into the corner of my seat, making space for Jay-G in the middle, and called out to her. After all, the three of us weren't really fat: we fit in the couple of seats without squishing one another.

The road-hostess looked at us with sheer amusement in her eyes. We looked crazy sitting like that, but love knows no boundaries. Ha ha ha. =D

We talked about cars, and how all three of us had been driving without license. :D

"Ha ha ha! So we all have been breaking rules in our lives!" Teyni exclaimed. It was good to have a lot in common.

I opened my Kit Kat Dark Chocolate, and when I saw Teyni and Jay-G stick their tongue out, decided we weren't all that similar.

"Guys like dark chocolate, not girls!" Jay-G teased me. I didn't really agree with her, because I could finish a big bar of Bournville in half an hour without complaining about its taste. Anyway, I was glad I didn't have to give each of them a bite. :D

It was when I opened my big Dairy Milk that Teyni and Jay-G jumped upon me to snatch it out of my hand. Our fight over Dairy Milk is always hilarious. It starts with tickles and ends with faces smudged with chocolate. By the time our fight ended, my chocolate was half melted. =(

*tragedy*

When we reached Lahore, all three of us were "suffering from serious muscle fatigue of the face and thorax", we'd been laughing so hard.