Fandom: Original
Pairing: Brite/Camino
Setting: The Car/Fort Lonesome
Summary: laughing in the car en route to Camino's house
Rating: R for language and depictions
Owned By: Me
A/N- This is an in between scene. Meaning between parts 5 and 11a Why? My generation likes skip around. We believe in the viewer's/reader’s ability to keep up. Blame Quentin Tarantino. (Love that guy/his work!) Seriously? Reservior Dogs and Pulp Fiction are 2 of my favorite films, dude. Guy Ritchie (Lock, Stock And Two Smoking Barrels, Snatch and currently Sherlock Holmes) is like the British version of him. So awesome! Oops, I’m gushing. Let me stop. Anyway, if you need to go back and refresh., click away, my friends. Also, I’ve noticed some inconsistencies in the story and format. Such as: The camera is now a character integral to said story instead of just a note taker or watcher. There used to be chapter titles which I’ve done away with. The story itself was being written in play or script format and Camino And Brite were AKA E.C. and R.B. Also I forgot to mention an important detail. Actually, it was meant to be written in. I will fix that now. As for chapters, titles and abbreviations, they’re gone from now on. I approach my work like an experiment. Then when I’m more comfortable I can do away with what I don’t need. Anyway, sorry for the confusion. And finally this part went off in it’s own direction. But that’s how my muse rolls. It makes me smile and I hope you do too.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 11b
(Back in Orchard Land or Fort Lonesome)
“I hate this thing.” “It smells like you.”
“Brite, what?” “What the fuck does that even mean?”
Camino took his right hand off the shifter and tugged at her oversized sleeve.
“It stinks and it’s ugly.” “It like a rest stop flyer.”
“Thanks.” His laugh lacked enthusiasm.
Brite punched him in the shoulder and gave him a look that said, "That's not what I meant and you know it, Cowboy."
Camino pretended to flinch.
“No, I mean, all it needs is an add below the skull that says, “Eats.”
“What?” Camino glanced over at Brite’s hooded head, confused.
“Gas station?” “Rest stop?” “Oil?” Brite made motions with her hands while she talked.
“Oh.” He finally got her reference and laughed heartily.
“If the fucking skull had blinking lights instead of girly pink sequins-"
"You're girl!" He pointed out. "I know!" "I've seen!" He mimicked her wild hand gestures from earlier in their conversation.
Brite ignored his excited comment and kept talking. "-and the car had an air freshener that smelled like microwave burritos the picture would be complete.”
He laughed harder this time and managed to choke out, “Honey, you’re kind of out there sometimes.”
“I know.” She laughed. “Gotta love it.”
Gotta love her.
After what he felt was an appropriate pause he went in for the kill. "You should learn to drive this thing." He said, they drove down the road. "Get you a set of hand controls." "You'll be set."
What Camino had said was being drowned out Brite’s swirling thoughts. They apparently wanted acknowledgement so they made themselves known.
“Dude, where the fuck are we going?” “To your house?” “We been together, what?” “18 months?”
“Can’t you just say a year and a half?” “I mean, we didn’t have a kid or nothing.”
Simultaneous thoughts processed. Thank god.
“Now who’s out there, Camino?” “Seriously, I’ve never been to your house once.” “What’s going on?”
“You’re avoiding the subject.” He patted the steering wheel.
“So are you.” She said. “Besides, she’d never allow it. The driving thing.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes.”
“She’s got issues, dude.”
“So do I.” “That whole road rage on foot thing.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen that live and personalized.” “This afternoon in fact.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Laughing at her antics, Camino cranked up the stereo and drove on.
Pairing: Brite/Camino
Setting: The Car/Fort Lonesome
Summary: laughing in the car en route to Camino's house
Rating: R for language and depictions
Owned By: Me
A/N- This is an in between scene. Meaning between parts 5 and 11a Why? My generation likes skip around. We believe in the viewer's/reader’s ability to keep up. Blame Quentin Tarantino. (Love that guy/his work!) Seriously? Reservior Dogs and Pulp Fiction are 2 of my favorite films, dude. Guy Ritchie (Lock, Stock And Two Smoking Barrels, Snatch and currently Sherlock Holmes) is like the British version of him. So awesome! Oops, I’m gushing. Let me stop. Anyway, if you need to go back and refresh., click away, my friends. Also, I’ve noticed some inconsistencies in the story and format. Such as: The camera is now a character integral to said story instead of just a note taker or watcher. There used to be chapter titles which I’ve done away with. The story itself was being written in play or script format and Camino And Brite were AKA E.C. and R.B. Also I forgot to mention an important detail. Actually, it was meant to be written in. I will fix that now. As for chapters, titles and abbreviations, they’re gone from now on. I approach my work like an experiment. Then when I’m more comfortable I can do away with what I don’t need. Anyway, sorry for the confusion. And finally this part went off in it’s own direction. But that’s how my muse rolls. It makes me smile and I hope you do too.
Rainbow Brite And El Camino Part 11b
(Back in Orchard Land or Fort Lonesome)
“I hate this thing.” “It smells like you.”
“Brite, what?” “What the fuck does that even mean?”
Camino took his right hand off the shifter and tugged at her oversized sleeve.
“It stinks and it’s ugly.” “It like a rest stop flyer.”
“Thanks.” His laugh lacked enthusiasm.
Brite punched him in the shoulder and gave him a look that said, "That's not what I meant and you know it, Cowboy."
Camino pretended to flinch.
“No, I mean, all it needs is an add below the skull that says, “Eats.”
“What?” Camino glanced over at Brite’s hooded head, confused.
“Gas station?” “Rest stop?” “Oil?” Brite made motions with her hands while she talked.
“Oh.” He finally got her reference and laughed heartily.
“If the fucking skull had blinking lights instead of girly pink sequins-"
"You're girl!" He pointed out. "I know!" "I've seen!" He mimicked her wild hand gestures from earlier in their conversation.
Brite ignored his excited comment and kept talking. "-and the car had an air freshener that smelled like microwave burritos the picture would be complete.”
He laughed harder this time and managed to choke out, “Honey, you’re kind of out there sometimes.”
“I know.” She laughed. “Gotta love it.”
Gotta love her.
After what he felt was an appropriate pause he went in for the kill. "You should learn to drive this thing." He said, they drove down the road. "Get you a set of hand controls." "You'll be set."
What Camino had said was being drowned out Brite’s swirling thoughts. They apparently wanted acknowledgement so they made themselves known.
“Dude, where the fuck are we going?” “To your house?” “We been together, what?” “18 months?”
“Can’t you just say a year and a half?” “I mean, we didn’t have a kid or nothing.”
Simultaneous thoughts processed. Thank god.
“Now who’s out there, Camino?” “Seriously, I’ve never been to your house once.” “What’s going on?”
“You’re avoiding the subject.” He patted the steering wheel.
“So are you.” She said. “Besides, she’d never allow it. The driving thing.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes.”
“She’s got issues, dude.”
“So do I.” “That whole road rage on foot thing.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen that live and personalized.” “This afternoon in fact.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Laughing at her antics, Camino cranked up the stereo and drove on.
