Page 46 of Forever Finn
“What, why?” Jesse frowns.
“Because there is no way Kyan is driving this heap of junk to London,” Deacon replies as he slides down but ends up pinned underneath me.
“You’re not driving either,” Garrett says firmly. “You only have two speeds, Deak, a hundred miles an hour and stop. There’s no way you’re driving a fifty-year-old double decker on the motorway.”
“Hey, I’m perfectly fine to drive,” Kyan protests.
“You’re used to driving on the other side of the road,” Garrett points out.
“You’re American too,” Kyan points out.
“Yes, but I’ve lived here nearly thirty years. You flew in on the redeye, and right now, you’re running on coffee and nefarious intentions.”
Kyan stares at him silently. “Okay, fair point.” He climbs out of the driver’s seat and Garrett takes his place.
“You might want to hurry things along.” Jin glances up calmly from his magazine. “Those reporters are getting close, and it looks like they’ve brought some friends.”
“Shit,” Garrett mumbles under his breath as he checks his mirrors and pulls away from the kerb. Once we’ve travelled a good distance and the road opens out as we round the headland, Garrett glances back at Kyan. “Where exactly are we heading?”
“London.”
“So you said, but it’s a big place.”
“Oh, right, so my agent said that the word is Finn Gallagher is having a press conference at The Savoy this evening,” he replies helpfully.
“Oh my god,” Nat mutters, eyeing the faded interior of the bus. “It’s likeNotting HillmeetsSummer Holiday.”
“Summer Holiday?” Beck glances at his fiancé. “Really?”
“What?” He shrugs. “I always thought Cliff Richard was really hot in that film.”
“He was way too wholesome for me,” Kyan answers as he leans back in the seat, sprawling comfortably with his arm stretched along the back. “I like me a bad boy.”
“Shocking,” Jesse scoffs.
“So… just let me get this straight.” Nat frowns. “We’re heading to The Savoy in London to stop a press conference so Wyatt can declare his undying love for Finn?”
Kyan nods.
“Please tell me you didn’t come up with this plan from possibly the worst Julia Roberts movie ever?”
“Nope, it’s just a happy coincidence.” He shifts uncomfortably as the bus hits another pothole in the road. “Jesus, I don’t think Hank has a very good suspension. I swear it’s giving me haemorrhoids.”
“No, honey, that’ll be the huge dick you bragged about taking last night,” Jin remarks casually as he licks the tip of his finger daintily and turns the page of his magazine.
“I’m not gonna lie, dude was hung like King Kong.” Kyan grins.
“You’re such a size queen.” Jin rolls his eyes.
“Can I help it if the best things in life come supersized… pun intended.” He wiggles his eyebrows as he withdraws a small silver flask from his pocket and takes a swig.
“Mmhhhummnhghh,” I protest.
“Uh, I think we should probably let him speak now.” Jesse looks down at me.
Between them, they wrestle me into a sitting position before abandoning me to sit on the bench opposite me. Reaching forward, Jesse grips the corner of the duct tape and rips.
“Owwww, motherfu–” I hiss painfully. I’m pretty sure they just took a chunk of my beard not to mention a layer of skin off my lips.