The Girl On The Bus

The Boy On The Bus

He still rides this bus...

After my break from the outside...everything feels amazing. The weight on my shoulders has lifted.

I see that there's a space beside where he's standing so I take my chance. I think of ways to start a conversation but all I can do is send him a smile.

His eyes matching the color of his dark hair. I'm still a few inches shorter than him though.

He is pretty cute. Ever since I saw him on the bus during the days I couldn't help but stare.

I remember wondering what school he attended since he never wore a uniform.

But once I saw his color lanyard I knew which school he went to.

Today I have returned from my hiatus and am more refreshed.

The bus stops and I see that it's my stop. I see the boy step off first but his lanyard gets stuck and slips out of his pocket.

I grab it and shout a thank you to the driver. Walking after the boy with the dark eyes I don't take the time to notice he goes the same direction as I.

Running after him I tap his shoulder. Pretty sure I'm red right now.

I hand him his lanyard and explain to him that he forgot it. Thanking me we have a moment of awkwardness.

"You're welcome." I start to then awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "I'm gonna go now...since I umm...you know have to get home."

I start to walk in front of him as he shouts at me to not be scared when he sees me going the same way. I couldn't help but laugh when I heard him.

I bit my lip and smiled.

Glad that I got help...