Hi guys! So I wrote this story for my freakishly annoying seatmate who wouldn't stop talking about the boy she had a huge, like MAJOR crush on and who she sees every morning.
This story is dedicated to her. Hope you like it, chatterbox... hahaha :)
Love yah, enjoy! xx
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The Boy on the Bus
Leaning against the pole, I looked across the road, waiting for the familiar bus to come into view. To my disappointment, the road was still missing the awaited vehicle. Sighing, I closed my eyes and reminded myself of the reason that made me wake up half an hour earlier than my usual time.
There was a certain someone that took the same bus at the same time every weekday to go to school. The desire to see him every morning made me often skip breakfast and rush out of my apartment while keeping an eye on the time. My mood for the entire day depended on the bus since missing it would mean not being able to catch a glimpse of the only person that made my insides freeze and melt at the same time.
Breaking free from my thoughts, I opened my eyes with hope. According to my watch, the bus should have been there. Desperately, wishing that I hadn't missed it, I scanned the road.
And there it was. The bus.
In a hurry, I took out my pocket mirror and examined my features and did a quick touch up on my makeup. After applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, I pocketed my mirror. Satisfied, I ran my fingers through my hair while taking out the money from my pocket.
Being the first in line, I rushed into the bus as soon as the driver opened the door. A few passengers shot me cold glances while I pushed past, ignoring them all. There was no chance I was going to let people who woke up on the wrong side of the bed ruin my morning.
Finally, I stopped next to my usual seat which was right next to him. Obeying my daily routine, I took in the sight.
He was sleeping soundly with his arms wrapped lazily around his bag. His head was bent low messing his light brown hair. A few loose strands of hair hung low on his forehead and my fingers itched to brush them away. The feature I loved the most was his faded freckles around the tip of his nose, which added to his attractiveness. His mouth was slightly ajar as he let out soft snores making my lips curl upwards.
I took the seat, ignoring the fact that I basically acted like a creepy stalker every time I rushed to sit next to him. The bus contained daily travelers who, after a few weeks, probably grasped the fact that the seat next to him belonged to me as I was the only one eager to sit next to a person even if the bus was nearly empty.
To add to my creepiness, I once saw him using Facebook and decided to stalk him. From the results I got, his name was Michael and he was only a few months older than me. I was pretty sure my crush on him would grow each day since I couldn't help but try to find out more about him, wanting to get to know him.
Truth be told, I never thought he noticed me. Not once did he bother to open his eyes and look at me. I felt almost invisible sitting next to him. It was funny how I knew about his existence, how he was sort of important to me while I probably meant nothing to him.
Honestly, I wanted to date him so bad. I wanted him to wake up one day and realize that the girl right next to him was developing a bigger and bigger crush on him each passing day. All I wanted was to be noticed. Being so near him but knowing that he was out of reach made my stomach knot. He was so close yet so far.
Focusing my gaze on his hair, I had a sudden urge to run my fingers through it. His soft-looking hair wasn't the only thing that made me want to touch him. I let my eyes travel lower, looking over at his lips, and blushing at the thought of when they'd meet mine.
Just then, to my surprise, when I thought that I would never be able to feel his touch, the unexpected happened. His head met my shoulder, leaving me frozen in my seat. I couldn't move. I couldn't think properly. I never thought I'd be able to live to the day to feel his body heat. I never thought he'd abandon the window and use my shoulder as a cushion.
It felt so right. His head on my shoulder. Just right.
It felt too good to be true, like a dream come true. Just as I had made myself comfortable with the weight of his head on my shoulder, disappointment washed over me. Not expecting it, he moved and shifted back into his seat and positioned himself.
For the first time ever, he looked at me. And for the first time ever, I looked straight into those dark eyes and felt a blush finding its way up to my face. The fact that he finally noticed me erupted some sparks within me. I was finding it hard to contain the excitement building up inside me.
"H-hi. I'm Audrey." I stuttered and gave him a sheepish grin.
For all I knew, this could be the start of something new.
