Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again: Part Eight (Final)
Title: Stuck Inside Of Mobile... (Part Eight)
Pairing: Bob Dylan/OC
Rating: Mature
Author: Me, Jazmyn (X
Disclaimer: I own everything but Bob Dylan and the song title belongs to Bob as well <3
Author's Note: This story is based of the song with same title of this story.
Albert laughed at me when I called and said Chris came back and would be giving me a ride, so I hung up on him.
Chris takes my bag down to the Mustang while I go and check out of the hotel.
“Who’s that guy you’re with?” The annoying girl at the counter, same girl from yesterday, says.
“Why do you need to know, hm?” I say rudely and she looks hurt.
“Have a nice day.” I set the key on the counter and turn my back to her.
Guess I am an asshole like they say.
I get in the Mustang and Chris gets in next to me.
“Ready to get the hell out of Mobile?” He says to me.
I can’t help but smile, “I’m fucking ecstatic.”
He chuckles.
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On our way out of mobile, we get caught in traffic and a cop comes up and tells us there’s been an accident.
Then he looks at me and asks for my autograph.
If he wasn’t a cop, I would have ignored him.
“Sure man.” I say, giving a fake smile I take the paper and pen he hands me and sign it.
Chris turns off the car, since the cop said there would be no movement in the road for hours.
I cuss, just wanting to get the hell out of Mobile.
Might as well be patient though, since I’ll get out eventually.
I cross my arms and legs, looking pissed as always.
I’ve just got a natural pissed off look on my face.
“Bob you hungry? When’s the last time you ate? Knowing you, I bet you haven’t eaten once since you’ve been here.” He grills me.
I shrug, “Just not hungry, that’s all.”
“You never are! God, you’re going to starve yourself. At least there’s a store right there. I’ll be back.” He opens the door and heads over to the store right on the left side of the street.
I swear to god if we weren’t in traffic, I’d fucking leave his ass here and never come back.
I don’t care if it’s his fucking car and I get arrested for stealing.
The cop is coming around again and I smile at him normally, and he’s smiling like he’s known me for years.
His dark mustache and large eyebrows remind me of Albert’s, except not grey.
He leans in my window and his face is way too close to mine.
I want to move away, but I kind of can’t…
“Where’d your friend go?” He asks, still smiling and I motion to the store.
“That store.” I say.
“Ohh.”
I nod, playing with my long finger nails.
I see he’s watching me and I’m beginning to get a bit uncomfortable.
“What brings you to Mobile?” He asks.
“Oh just, passing through…” I mumble.
Passing through a small town shouldn’t take 2 days…
“Pretty crazy town huh?” He says.
I shrug, “Can’t tell too much…Haven’t been here long enough…” I lie.
I’ve been here damn long enough.
“You look pretty tense kid. I think you need some of this.” I watch as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sickly familiar looking little square.
Oh great, the cop does LSD too.
“Oh no sir, I’m okay, thanks.”
“It’s on me, no charge. Great stuff right here, come on. Don’t be a pussy.” He urges me.
I groan, and take the square.
“Okay, thanks.” I mutter.
When he doesn’t leave, I glance up at him.
“Go on.” He’s smiling knowingly.
“I’ll save it.” I say.
“Oh come on, go ahead.”
What an annoying motherfucker.
“That’s not a good idea.” I say.
“You’ll be stuck in this traffic for hours, you’ll need to have some fun.” He smiles.
I roll my eyes and put the acid in the mouth.
He smiles.
“See ya later, Bob.” He walks off.
Chris comes back with a bag of food and gets in the car next to me.
“What did he want now?” He asks.
“Just forced me to eat acid.” I snap angrily.
Chris bursts out laughing, “Are you joking?”
“Nope, I’ll be tripping out in about an hour.” I say, staring pissed out the window.
“Wow, that’s very fucking amusing.”
“Yeah…” I say.
Chris pulls out Chinese food and hands me a box.
I pick at the noodles a bit, until Chris yells at me and tells me to actually eat.
Ugh, just like Sara…
I eat half of box of noodles, along with some sweet and sour chicken then I tell him I’m done.
“Good enough.” He shrugs.
We just sit there, staring out into the desert of Mobile.
I’m still being as patient as I possibly can.
Soon I can feel the LSD beginning to kick in as the black dots from last night begin to reappear.
I reach to grab Chris’s hand, those black dots scaring the living hell out of me.
I close my eyes.
“Bobby, what’s the matter?” His voice is already distant and wavy.
“I need to go lay in the back seat and fall asleep. Sleep this high away before it gets too bad.” I say, eyes still closed.
“Then go lay down, your blanket is still back there.” As he says it I can feel myself falling back in love with Chris again.
I move swiftly to the back and grab the warm fuzzy blanket and cover myself in it.
I close my eyes and try and force myself to fall asleep.
That’s how much I don’t like LSD.
Especially after last night.
Thankfully I’m able to fall asleep.
And for a while, I’m given a break.
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THE END OF PART ONE.
A/N: Because that’s pretty much the end of the song. But I may write a part two.