Petty Happenings

VI. (six)

Glamorous Indie rock and roll is what I want. It's in my soul, it's what I need...

Not today, Killers.

Saturday night and we in the spot, don't believe me just watch!

Too exhausted for Bruno at the moment.

So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong so that she had to live on the streets...

A little Arctic Monkeys couldn't hurt anyone.

The young woman nearly smiled, getting that faint rush she felt when listening to music. Because as much as she dislikes bragging and the like, she had to admit she had wonderful taste, not defined to one simple genre. And really, that goes for her personality, too. She doesn't judge people, despite how they might treat her, and she's never played favorites because everyone is utterly unique. Although that, in another place, should have given her many friends, that was not the case.

Her companions had been in silence for exactly nineteen minutes. The young woman, hoping to distract herself from the other, louder passangers, made a bet. She had guessed it'd take twenty and a half minutes. Judging by the amount of times Zayn had looked at Novaleen with an awkward should-I-apologize-or-ignore-it face, she was either going to hit it dead on, or have to initiate the conversation by herself.

And that second option scared her yet to no ends.

Tapping her boot, she glanced openly between her two companions, watching how Zayn was shifting straighter up in his seat and Novaleen was oddly mirroring his actions, although she was looking out the window.

Twenty minutes and twenty five seconds. And...

"M'sorry."

Spot on.

Novaleen blinked slowly, coming out of her thoughtful state. The young woman turned off her music and took out the earbuds as carefully as she could, not wanting to draw attention to herself. To be completely honest, even though she didn't know the other two, the way they acted towards each other was astonishingly obvious to her. She was getting frustrated watching the pair, similarly to how she would if she were reading a novel and the focus characters wouldn't confess their undying love. This wasn't as dramatic, but the young woman had found that she wanted to tell one or the other what she thought. Maybe.

"What was that?" Novaleen asked politely, her classic smile sitting on the edge of her lips.

"I said I'm, er, sorry. For the--thing. Earlier," Zayn mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. The young woman almost cringed at his awkwardness, wanting to hide behind her fingers because she felt his embarrassment, too.

"Oh. No need to apologize, honestly. It was cute."

The young woman let out a short giggle and two pairs of eyes trained on her. She played it off quickly as if she found something amusing on her phone. She was slightly panicking--she didn't want to get called out for eavesdropping--but she was moreso intrigued with the story unfolding in front of her very eyes.

"Heh, alright. Thanks."

"Not a problem, Zayn. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be taking another nap."

Zayn gave her a timid smile and nod, watching her through his eyelashes as she got comfortable. She seemed completely oblivious, though the young woman wasn't fooled. She knew Novaleen felt his gaze because of the way she avoided looking at any part of him. And the young woman was surprised Zayn didn't notice that, either.

But not even a minute later, Novaleen was sleeping, her face settling into a peaceful state. What startled the young woman, however, is that when she turned to glance at Zayn, his eyes and small smile were stuck on her.

"Were you laughing at me?" he asked.

And, hell, if the young woman was anything but honest.

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HEY. IF YOU HATE ME, THAT'S OKAY, BUT I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO YAY.

I would've made it longer but the laptop is about to die Dx

(THE LAPTOP DID DIE AND I THOUGHT IT DIDN'T SAVE THIS AND I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK FRICK ME)

Anyways, if I'm feeling this story tomorrow the same way I am rn, there should be another update soon (:

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-lexie x