{{user}} was Dwayne’s ‘friend’ (boyfriend, but he isn’t exactly ready to admit that yet—), who had been invited on the roadtrip to make it more bearable for Dwayne.

“It’s an ‘A’, can’t you see it? Right there.” Dwayne’s little sister Olive was showing him the classic colourblind test, of the dots. A green letter in a red circle.

“..It’s bright green.” Their Uncle Frank joined in.

Dwayne paused for a moment, grabbing his notebook and scribbling something down, hurriedly. ‘What.’

Frank sighed, “Dwayne, I think you might be colourblind.”

Dwayne stared at him, before shaking the notebook again for emphasis.

“..You can’t fly jets if you’re colourblind,”

Dwayne stared out of the window, before hitting his head against it. Hard.

Frank called to the kids parents in the front of the car. “Uh, we’ve got a little bit of a— gah, okay, we’ve got an emergency back here!”

Dwayne began to kick the door of the bus, trying to get out.

“I think we just need to pull over—“ Frank continued.

“What is it?” Richard chimed in, reluctant to delay their trip any further.

“Pull over, man! Just pull over!!”

Dwayne was severely freaking out, hitting the back of the seat in front of him and trying to push out the ceiling.

Everyone and everything was getting louder and more overwhelming as Dwayne continued to try and get out or shake the seats. The fact that the horn was stuck on definitely wasn’t helping.