life is a bitch or how death tore us apart and pulled us together

Chris

Hayley's point of view

He did not come the next day and I don't know why but it worried me.

The morning took ages and when we finally were allowed to go I was exhausted and tired.

This time I took the bus.

And there I met the boy.

He sat at one of the first seats near to the driver and gazed into the city that rushed over at the Windows.

The sun played with his caramel brown hair that looked like he had just jumped out of a Manga. 

I sat down in the seat at the other side of the aile.

Putting my earphones on, I watched him.

He was athletic, about a head taller than me and I saw his muscles through his shirt but it did not look like he wanted them to show. It just happened that they did.

For a few minutes we sat there in silence.

Then he suddenly sighed and started to rub his nose. He sniffeled and then sneezed.

It was a cute sound actually and I watched him searching his pockets for a handkerchief. 

His search appeared to be useless and I slowly took out a hankie myself and handed it to him.

Our eyes met as he took it, smiling incredibly bright.

" Thank you! ", he said and his voice was soft, friendly and I really wanted to hear more of it.

" You're welcome. "

Sighing he blew his nose and looked at me again.

"I should really remember to pack them in, but I seem to always forget it.", he smiled pointing at the crumbled hankie.

I smiled back and thought about how beautiful his green eyes were.

" When you have two five year olds as siblings it becomes a habit to always have this with you. ", I explained. " You're cold?"

He laughed brightly.  The sound left me breathless. So beautiful!

" Na", he shook his head and pointed over his shoulder at the woman two rows behind who was patting her brown dogs head. " Allergies. "

I smiled understanding. " That must be annoying! "

He nodded and sneezed again which made both of us laugh.

" I'm Chris.", he introduced himself and smiled at me. " I would give you my hand, but I think it would be more unpolite than not to shake yours. "

I laughed out loud and shook my hand. "So no handshake for you. I'm Hayley. "

" Could I borough your phone for a second?  Mine died about an hour ago and I really have to call someone. ", he asked and his cheeks turned red.

I smiled at him " Of course! " And handed him mine.

He took it and shyly smiled at me.

" Ähm... your phone is still looked. ", he whispered and we both laughed again.

" Sorry! ", I giggled and unlocked the screen.

He dialed a number and listened for a second. " Hi, it's me, Chris. I got the jerseys for the team. In red, yes. I'm on my way home. Yes, I'll come around later. About half past four? Yes. Okay. Dee you then."

I sat there smiling and watched him playing with his hair.

" Sorry! ", he whispered again and handed it back to me.

" You're a player? ", I asked.

" Guess your the coach? ", he asked back and I rolled my eyes.

" That was a bad one! ", I giggled.

" Sorry, but it had to be. And yes, I'm an American footballer. "

I nodded. " What position? "

He smiled. " Guess?"

I furrowed my brows and watched him closely. " Defensive End?"

He smiled. " No, Quarterback ."

I laughed. " That would have been my next guess. "

" Yeah yeah, I would say so as well."

He was laughing his cute little laugh again.

" Sorry, but I have to exit the bus now. ", I said apologetic.

He laughed. " Well, it was really nice to meet you."

I smiled and waved. " See you, Chris. "

" Hopefully quite soon. Bye, Hayley.", he answered.

I smiled one last time and got on the street.

Shaking my head I watched the bus driving around the next corner.

The last half an hour I had not once thought about Nick. "

Smiling quitly to myself I got out the keys and unlocked the door.

"I'm home. "