"Are you sure about this?" I asked as we rolled down the backroad on the night before Halloween, everyone with their faces nearly pressed to the windows like we were kids instead of three twenty and two twenty-one year-olds.
"Very sure." Samantha said, punching my leg, giving me a long hard glare.
I gave her an apologetic look, neither of us had to look at Heather to say that was the reason for the punch. We were all very aware of Heather. Sitting in the back seat between Keith and Faye, she was the absolutely stellar looking blonde that was too hot, too cool, and too everything to be hanging out with some normies (Maybe even nerdies) like my best friends Keith and Faye, my sister Sammy, and me. I don't know how Sammy had done it but she had befriended the goddess, or maybe not friended so much as convinced her to hang out for the night because somehow the hot blonde had nothing better to do. Selling her on the fact that Keith, Faye, and her were convinced about some local urban legend being real.
The Sky Bus. Everyone in Defluer had heard of it. An old 70s style school bus that had somehow gotten onto one of the ridges, way up where a bus could not drive, the path supposedly was barely reachable by foot. It was unexplainable how a vehicle, much less a bus, had gotten up there. Mom and dad had heard of it, they said they knew a guy and girl from their high school who had claimed to have found it, confirming that it was already a thing back in their day. It wasn't just that the bus was up there in near perfect condition, that would be one thing but not urban legend level. No, it was that those classmates of mom and dad's had started a new twist. The idea that if you stayed in the bus all night, you would be granted a wish.
"So what did your dad say?" Heather asked, scrubbing her hand over her window to keep the condensation from building up from her and Faye breathing on the same pane of glass.
"That it's real." Sammy answered.
"About how they found it."
"He said his classmates said they saw the stop sign from the bus, at the beginning of the path, high up in a tree. Dad and all his friends went out, the summer after, but they couldn't find it." I answered, trying to keep the tone out of my voice that said I was the only disbeliever here.
"And... Why didn't they just go right out and look for it, if it supposedly grants wishes?" I told myself to be cool, just because she was asking questions like that didn't mean she was a disbeliever too. Even if she was, it wasn't like that level of hotty would forgo buff handsome guys for a nerd just because he also didn't believe in the supernatural urban legends.
"Because they didn't know right away." Sammy said excitedly.
"Yeah," Keith agreed, so nervous with Heather sitting next to him (I didn't blame him) that that was all he could manage to say because she turned to look at him.
"They didn't know how much their classmates luck had changed until the school year was over. When all of a sudden he was super popular, his parents won the lotto, some relative he'd never met or heard of passed away and left HIM a bunch of money." Sammy recounted, seemingly not so effected by Heather's presence as the rest of us.
"The girl he'd gone up with lost a bunch of weight, she got discovered by some modeling agency and went to Europe. I guess by nineteen she was married to some prince." Faye added, not so impressed by somebody who only wanted to be a model and marry a prince, but excited at all the "evidence" nonetheless. "When they heard that, apparently they used to call the girl Pizza Face Pattie, they knew there had to be something to what their friend. Something up there had granted their wishes to be rich and popular and to be attractive, famous, and marry a prince."
"I thought it was about getting good luck." I pointed out.
"Same difference," Sammy was not to be brought down by logic or facts, the others (Besides Heather I was excited to see.) all nodded.
"So a stop sign in the trees?" Heather remarked as everyone was clearly imagining their life with their wishes granted or their luck set to max.
"Yeah," Sammy quickly shaking away the daydreams (or night dreams since the sun was well and truly down) to keep her eyes glued for the prize.
"That you can only see in fall or winter?" A hint of snark to my voice question.
"Yeah." Sammy gave me another punch, I took it with pride. Then to Heather she put it. "We went out five or six times last week."
"Six." Faye corrected.
"Six?" I asked, I had laughed off their request to waste a Saturday afternoon driving out around the far ridges looking for a myth, I had not known it was not their first wasted afternoon.
"Which is what dad said him and his friends did." Sammy put in. "So after we got back the last time Faye had the bright idea that we needed to do something different. Early morning or after sundown. Because it might make a difference, somehow." Even Sammy couldn't actually say right out that the magic might only activate at different times, but she let it sit in a way that trying to get us to think that. "And so here we are!"
"Here we are." I made my tone cheery but still got a glare from my older sister who seemed to be trying to steal my friends.
As I drove on they told Heather of the highlights of the other six adventures. Seeing a family of deer. Finding an old rusted out truck. Seeing four people "having a lot of fun" up on a ridge. Then Sammy and Keith went over the supplies that they'd brought, backpacks of supplies because we'd have to hike to the top of the ridge to get to The Sky Bus. Keith pulled out a box of dozens of different LED flashlights that he'd convinced his dad to order off of Amazon.
I tried to watch Heather, wondering if she'd come along just to have a story to tell later. About the nerds who believed in The Magical School Bus. I could imagine her friends making fun of us. Talking about if we expected Ms. Frizzle to come answer our wishes, or which one of us was what character. But she didn't seem to have a sneaky wicked smile that movies and media said a person would have if that was their plan. She looked genuinely interested as she listened to whoever was talking.
I tried to watch carefully but she was too damn beautiful to think about anything but her looks, well her looks and the road. Heather wasn't
THE
popular hot high school girl but she was up there. Shoulder length blonde hair that wasn't as perfectly dyed with various highlights and lowlights as I remembered it when we went to school together. She wore a battered leather jacket overtop a white sweater, the former unzipped and the later tight enough to hint at her large chest. Despite the cold weather a sliver of midriff was visible before black jeans, fashionably tattered. Some worn in combat boots that probably had been chosen for the chance of a hike, but maybe not. I couldn't see the pants or the boots but they were still locked in my brain from her walking out of her house when we'd stopped to pick her up. Which I had never believed was real or would actually happen, Heather Fucking Lancaster!
It was during one of the moments that I was not checking out the beautiful blonde that I spotted the road ahead. Going from gravel to what looked like straight up dirt. No, not even dirt but freaking sand. I did not have an off road vehicle so that was not an option. It wasn't the first time I'd pulled a U turn, Sammy glanced ahead briefly before twisting back in her seat talking to the three in the back, otherwise even paid attention to what I was turning around for.
That's when I saw it. Halfway through the U turn on the old and quiet road where we hadn't seen a house in maybe a mile, I saw it. It was so startling that I stomped on the brakes and stared. A hint of red at the top edge of my headlights, like some demon cyclops standing on a tree limb staring at us with a glowing red eye.
"What?" Sammy asked, looking out the window but she didn't see it. I pointed, she still asked. "What?"
"Give me a flashlight!"
"What?" Sammy asked, still not seeing it.
"Why?" Keith hugging the box as if they were made of gold and sent a bill for eight thousand dollars a second right to his dad's credit card.
"Just give me a..." I reached back and grabbed one out, it was too small, tossed it back in and ignoring his hiss I found a bigger one. Rolling down the window as I figured out how to turn the damn torch on, before aiming it up at what wasn't just a tree but a rock outcropping with a tree in front of it. "That's what."
"Holy shit! It's real! It's fucking real!" Samantha had her face glued to the front window, staring up at the old stop sign that was thirty feet in the air.
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