Justin’s POV I’m bored. I’m a very, very bored little boy and none of my friends are helping. I mean God, Michael’s asleep as usual, Emmett’s painting his nails and Ted’s reading. Pray tell, why did I end up friends with such boring losers? I sigh and shake my head, strands of dirty blond hair falling over my eyes as I chew my lip ring out of sheer boredom. I’m not even sure why I got it done… I think I did it during an act of teenage rebellion. One which neither of my parents were to thrilled about, consequently causing my father to chase me about the garden with pliers trying to rip it out. Needless to say, my little sister, the infamous Mollusk… I mean Molly… came to my rescue. Are we surprised? “Are we there yet?” In my head, I imagine Debbie’s eye twitching as she tries her hardest not to strangle me due to the fact that I’ve asked the same question over one hundred times in the past hour. Well excuse me for being bored. They should at least give us a decent bus with maybe, oh I don’t know, air conditioning or a DVD player. Anything to amuse me. Maybe I should have brought my iPod? Oh wait, I did, only my dumbass mother put it in my case which, in effect, I’m sitting on. Fat lot of good it’ll do there. “Mr Taylor,” comes Debbie’s tight voice as she glares back at me. “If you ask me that one more time, I will throw you out the window of the bus by your underwear,”(,) she warns me. The problem being, I know she probably would as well. I nod slightly, glancing about me before I break into a small song. “Stop the bus I need a wee wee…” A few of the boys nearer the front of the bus look at me in amusement before joining in, followed closely by Emmett. “Stop the bus I need a wee wee… Stop the bus I need a wee wee; Stop the bus I need a wee wee; A wee wee cuppa tea!” Laughter echoes through the bus, including a slightly more at ease Debbie before I sigh, another rendition of my song meeting my ears. I need a cigarette.