nicotine // l.h.

3

to my dismay, the bus had to stop sometime. the driver slowly parked and people began getting up. i watched as almost everyone left, then got up, trying not to draw any attention to myself.

i distractedly dragged myself through the aisle, and stupidly tripped over someone's foot and dropped all my stuff.

"oh my god i'm really sorry."

fuck, my phone fell.

i heard someone scrambling to pick up all the notebooks that fell out of my bag and my phone.

"oh shit, your screen is cracked! uh i can buy you another one? if-"

"no, it was already like that it's fine," i interrupted quietly.

i brushed the dust from the dirty bus floor off my knees and pulled myself up. i finally looked up at the person holding my stuff. blue eyes and dimples. of course.

"oh, okay. well are you alright?"

"i'll be okay," i barely whispered. nobody's ever asked me how i was. this was my first conversation in months. funnily, it was with the person i'd been watching from a distance since i was a freshman.

"mayday parade huh?" he smirked, observing the album art of 'a lesson in romantics' dimly shining through the web-like cracks of my old iphone.

"i haven't really seen you around. i can't believe i haven't noticed you with that blue hair of yours," he chuckled. he'd shoved all my books back into my bag and held my phone in his hand.

well, i try my best not to be noticed blondie.

"i'm luke," he continued as we stepped off the bus. he handed my the backpack and placed my phone back in my hand. "what's y-"

before he could continue i waved 'goodbye' and ran off, leaving him perplexed. he would've forgotten me anyways.

"i'll see you around, blue," he shouted after me.

once i was far enough from him, i stopped and leaned against a wall. my cheeks were flushed and i was panting, rethinking everything that just happened. if you stay away from drugs, you can't get addicted.

"no you won't, luke."