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Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 10b

Fandom: Original
Pairing: Camino/Camera-head
Setting: Somewhere along the highway.
Summary: More head musings from our dark hero.
Rating: R for language and descriptions.
Owned By: Me

A/N- This starting to have a slight “Donnie Darko” feel. That’s a movie where a hug robotic looking bunny follows Donnie around everywhere. He disengages from his surroundings and family. At the end, a missile lands on their house, a direct hit over Donnie’s bedroom. He dies, it's apacalyptic, blah, blah, de blah.
A/N2-Chill miss d, kay? i'll get around to describing the head.



Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 10b

I had come to her house in asshole mode. She had been ignoring me and I didn’t like that. So I started painting out and slashing her canvases. Yeah, that’d show the bitch. I looked around, surveying my path of destruction, but I wasn’t satisfied. Then a brilliant idea occurred to me. Aaah! I got it! I undid my pants and waited. Then I heard the sound. I can’t really describe it. But if you’ve heard piss hit fabric that’s it. I turned slightly and let it fly over her paint table. I pissed on the tubes and brushes there. Into cups and cans. All over the carpet. I smeared black acrylic on the floor, windows, the fucking door.



Did I mention that she wasn’t really ignoring me? She was working. Preparing for her first solo show. Which was happening in exactly 2 days. As I said. Asshole here.

I thought about this as I stared at camera-head, sitting across from me as I ate lunch outside a Mickey-d’s. I got off the bus feeling clauster phobic and hungry. Brite called. I didn’t answer. She hadn’t tried again as expected. Which worried me, despite the situation. Reluctantly, I let it go and called dad instead. Camera-head cleared our table and followed me back to our bus. It handed me a bottle of water. The indigestion kicked in almost immediately after I was finished eating.


“Thanks.” I said. It blinked and nodded. “That shit used to be good when I was a kid.”

“You’re not a kid anymore.” It told me. Only it was from inside my head.

“Why are you here?” “Were you following us?”


A confirmation nod from the seat next to me.


“Now me?”

“Yes. I was. She asked me to keep an eye on you.”

Aaah. Brite. Of course.


The guy behind me looked freaked.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked.


The bus started up. The driver cleared his throat and pulled out.


“No one.” I gave the dude a slight dismissive wave, turning around.

Rainbow Brite & EL Camino Part 10a

Fandom: Original
Pairing: Brite/Camino

Setting: Inside a greyhound bus as well as Camino’s head.

Summary: He remembers the 1st time.
Rating: Light R for references to sex.
Owned by: Me

A/N- I have no idea if there’s a bus route, greyhound or otherwise from Tampa to Texas. The idea started as another story idea which I then realized I could use to continue this 1. I may still use it anyway. I did try to search it on the internet but didn’t get anything concrete. Anyway, it’s a minor detail that doesn’t detract from the story. And I’m sure Midland exists somewhere. I wrote this part for my mother. It contains imagery that most people can relate to. She secretly wanted to catch me in the act, I think. And was disappointed that she never did. So here ya go, ma!

Couple other notable things. Camino is drifting. By that I mean, he’s not quite awake or asleep. A state I’d refer to as half in, half out. So the school bus sequences are when he’s almost asleep. The Greyhound parts occur when he’s almost awake. And he’s flashing back and forth. OK?? I’ll figure out how to explain the camera-head later. But yeah. Iiiiiiittttttssss Baaaaaaaccccckkkkk! Oh and Shawn. If you’ve read parts of my unfinished novel “City Of The Three” that’ll make you smile. Still have it. But it’s on a floppy. We’ll see if I decide to rip off my own character in a more literal way. Stay tuned.

Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 10a

I woke up crossing over the border to Midland Texas. My mother had dropped me off at the bus station. I fell asleep somewhere between Tampa and where I currently was. I left the Camino in the possession of its rightful owner, Brite. I had dreamt of her and had woken as if from a nightmare. I turned in my seat, disoriented, expecting to see her beside me. I blinked, because a few seconds before consciousness fully registered, I looked up and saw mint green on the roof. That was weird. I hadn’t been on a bus since freshmen year in high school. And this definitely wasn’t that. It was life. Harsh and gritty.

When I first met Brite, not only was I a cocky little shit, someone who acted generally superior toward others, but I had all these misconceptions about what her life was like. What it was like to be handicapped. That she was naive. Inexperienced in certain areas? Yes. She had never denied that. But the sex thing? That was an eye opener. She was nervous and so was I. We laughed a little and figured it out. Then right when it was getting good, her mother walked in.

“Hey, I just came to get your laundry …. Oh!”

She was shocked I think. Hell, so was I. We were arguing as is our way. And one thing led to another. Mom couldn't get out of there fast enough. And Brite had enough sense not to say anything or stop her. But mother and daughter were tight. So they'd definitely talk later.

My imagination started to speculate on what the talk would entail. "Hey, is it normal when ..."

Brite slid off of me, effectively snapping me out of my mental fog, taking the condom with her as she rolled over. I reached beneath the covers to retrieve it and smiled at her. She pulled down my RAYS jersey, which was oversized by about a mile on her tiny yet curvaceous frame and downward dogged it off the side of the bed. She stood, giving a peak at her ass. Then my prized garment flopped down past her toes. She slid across the floor, using her arms to propel forward. She wasn’t crawling but scooting. I heard her get up. She swore, several times in fact as she removed the hamper from her bathroom.

I started laughing.

“Shut up.” She huffed as she made her way out of there, back into the bedroom into the hall.

She set it outside the door, shut it and smirked unhappily at me. The mood was gone.


“Damn it.” She said. I blinked again. She opened my hand as my body came back to the present. She held out the car keys.

The bus rattled and swayed as it lumbered down the highway, loud and obtrusive. I was surrounded by mint green again. Ugly hunter green booth seats that smelled of leather, sweat and body odor in general. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. It was making me ill. My generation would refer to it as smelling like ass. Yeah that about covered it.

“Sherri,” She looked at me as if she’d been punched, but without flinching she answered. “Shawn.” Real names meant something was definitely up.

“We talked about this, baby.” I smiled sadly as I pushed back her small fisted hand. “No you talked.”

“These belong to you.” I let the statement hang in the air and fade.

I put my hand over hers and let my fingers grab and linger. Jesus help me. I really do love her. This was gonna be a long ride. She dropped the keys between us. Like I said.

“Sir.” Someone was shaking me. “You dropped your keys."

Cloth seats. A/C. T.V. Radio. Driver chattering on his C.B. Fat guy with robot camera head sitting beside me. Oh yeah, I’m going home to work for my dad. Yippee.