Taking the bus [pause]

15 | it wasn't a spider

Day 13 - Part C
"What?" He asks, looking at me as if he finds me amusing somehow.
I breath out with a smile, chuckling as I look away from his eyes. "This is so weird."
"Weird?"
"Um, yeah?"
"Well, please, do enlighten me," he says, and in my side view I can see him putting his chin in his hand.
I look down at my cup of coffee, seeing my reflection in the dark liquid. I shrug. "You're the bus driver."
"And you're a waitress."
I meet his eyes. They are big, brown - no, coffee-y - and actually seem interested in hearing what I have to say. He sits up more straight, and I notice his bangs falling down slightly over his eyes. He turns his head in a quick motion, just to make it fly back into place. I forget what we were talking about, and just look at him.
"Is there... something in my hair?" He asks, ruffling through it, making it bounce into every direction. How can hair be so freaking fascinating? When I don't say anything - because I'm such a moron at the moment - he keeps ruffling through it,looking kind of concerned now. "Please, please don't tell me it's a spider...!"
I smile. "What, you're afraid of spiders?" I don't know why that interests me, but I find it kind of adorable. He is.
He lets his hair be, and fold his arms. "Well, aren't you?"
I snort. "No?"
"Really?" He raises a brow,as if believing me was the hardest thing in the world.
I shrug. "I don't really care about spiders."
His eyes go round, and his forehead wrinkles slightly. "That's the worst thing I've ever heard!"
I laugh at his reaction. Every boy I have ever met have always tried to be impressive, try to be "tough". The thing about Jonas is that he just goes with it. "It wasn't a spider."
He sighs in relief.
I smirk. "It was two."
His whole body stiffens and his eyes round once again as he looks at me. His shoulders are tense, and his lips are slightly parted in what I assume is fright. Should I feel bad now? Oh, this is gold. "Do you see them?" He whispers, not moving a muscle.
I can't hold it anylonger, and burst out laughing. He looks at me with a frown, clearly confused at why I was laughing. It only made me laugh more, because he's so oblivious. Oh, I'm so mean. I continue laughing, but it slowly dies down after a minute or so. The smile never leaves my face.
I meet his eyes, and he looks as if he just tasted chocolate for the first time.