||THE GHOST TRAIN|| 18+

Him

"Are you okay?" she got up and walked over to my fallen half dead body, heaving in exhaustion and embarrassment, hands slightly shaking from the sudden surge of adrenaline I had used up.

The first thing I checked for was my delicious breakfast package. I clutched it and felt it around from the outside. My baby is safe.

Then I realized I was being kindly spoken to and I'd completely ignored the parson standing over me with her hands resting on her hips. "Oh... uh... yeah I'm fine."

My dark and boring brown eyes were no match for her piercing Adriana Lima stare of disbelief. Who am I kidding? Brown eyes rule. Brown eyes are darker hence more dominating and intimidating.

And yet I was the first one to break off our 'mommy who caught her daughter sneaking out' eye contact. "I got lost in the crowd," I explained. I heard a low chuckle immediately follow my sad story. I sour faced at the dude who sat on top of the bunk bed, cross legged in a hoodie, hiding his 'I don't know what's so special' face and body pretending to be engrossed in a fat book on his lap. The weirdo dressed like he belonged to a satanic cult. Great! Now I'm with a witch and a sexy armed demonic reverend. This duo could be a couple.

Wait. Why did I lie? 

She crossed her arms above her chest giving me bully flashbacks. "Be careful next time..." she glared at me once more and huffed, walking away with those long, slender legs in a catwalk fashion, whipping her hair back unnecessarily as if she just survived all five nights at freddy's.

For the first time, her attitude outshone her pretty face. It was as if all the butterflies in my stomach had metamorphosized back into little worms. Just a few hours ago I remembered her being all googly and clinging to my ass, and now look at her. If this aint bipolar then I'm an idiot sandwich. 

Again, why did I lie? I could've bragged about my heroic tale of saving this boy and risking my life in those violent crowds. Maybe sprinkle some exaggeration and then she would bow down to me.

UGH whatever, at least I have my donuts with me.

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I don't why I hurried myself to the train in a panic. We all began to move after I settled down and sat on my bed with a normal heart rate. I had never felt so out of place with these two 'roommates'. One was laying down on her stomach and tapping away, giggling at her phone. The other one was right above my head memorizing harry potter spells to lead this train down to hell. 

This dude.

My face reddened as I recalled what I did this morning. All I knew about this guy was, he had nice arms and a good package. Wow. What a way to know your roommate. But seriously though, how come he never showed his face? We never even had a real conversation. Perhaps we interacted once... but it could've been just a dream. 

Maybe he got his insecurities or something. Perhaps eczema on his face? Or even worse? I remember breaking out all over in nineth grade and I skipped school for a week. I felt so ugly that I couldn't even look at my mom in the face. Whatever, I'm chill as long as he doesn't disrespect me. He can be all delinquent as much as he wants. I get off day after tomorrow so I don't have to deal with their bullshit.

I sat on the edge of my bed and took another bite of my diabetes flavored donut.

Maybe I'm the rude one. I'll try to have a small talk with him sometime today. His cloak won't trigger my boy-shyness I hope. And oh, wasn't I supposed to practice communicating with strangers for my job?