The doors swung open and people shuffled down the aisle looking for seats while you gazed out the window counting in your head how many stops were left before yours.
"Is this seat taken?" You removed an earbud and turned to face a tall boy with sandy blonde hair poking out from underneath his black beanie and a guitar case hanging off his broad shoulder.
"No, it's all yours." You responded cheerfully moving your backpack and he pulled the guitar case off pulling his red flannel slightly to reveal his collarbone. He pulled it back up and sat down positioning the case between his legs. He smiled and your eyes focused on the black lip ring that poked out when he did so.
"What are you listening to?" You stared at him for a moment, not used to people trying to make small talk with you on the bus.
"Oh, you might not know them." You clicked the button on your phone lighting up the screen and before you could say anything the boy's face lit up as well.
"I love All Time Low!" He shouted.
"Really?"
"Yeah, they're part of the reason I got into playing the guitar." A big grin appeared on his face and he gripped the guitar case that was straddled between his legs. "I've met them you know." You looked at him with disbelief plastered all over your face.
"Oh okay." You replied sarcastically.
"No I swear!" He reached in his pocket pulling out his phone and slide it open. He searched through his camera roll and turned his phone screen towards you when he found what he was searching for. Your jaw dropped in amazement as you looked at a picture of the boy standing with Alex Gaskarth.
"Wow, I stand corrected, that's awesome." He looked quite proud of himself as he put his phone back in his pocket.
"So where are you headed?" He asked.
"Class at the university."
"What are you studying?" He shifted in his seat to face you and you furrowed your brow wondering why a complete stranger was so interested in your life.
"I'm not sure. I think I want to be a nurse or a teacher, I'd love to work with children. What about you, do you go to the university as well?"
"Oh no, I finished high school but nothing past that, I wanted to focus on my music."
"Are you in a band?"
"Yeah for a few years now."
"I'd love to check it out, I mean you must be good since you have such good taste in bands." He laughed a little and you admired the deep dimple that formed on his right cheek.
"I have some burned CDs, I can bring you some?"
"That'd be awesome, I don't know how often you ride the bus but I'm here this time every-"
"Tuesday and Thursday I know." His face turned a little red and he looked down at his feet. "I pass you on my way to the back every Tuesday and Thursday and I've always been too afraid to say hi." Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks turn a deep shade of red to match his flannel. The bus stopped and you looked out the window to see that it was your stop.
"I have to go, but since you know where to find me I'll be waiting for those CDs." You smiled and got up squeezing past him and his guitar. "I'm (Y/N) by the way."
"Luke."
"I'll see you Thursday Luke." You waved getting off the bus and Luke sat smiling and quietly whispered to himself,
"Can't wait."
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The bus stopped and you looked at the door waiting for Luke. A few people got on and the driver started to shut the doors. You frowned, thinking he probably had something better to do than bring CDs to a girl on the bus.
"Wait! Hold the doors!" You looked out the window again and saw Luke running for the slowly closing doors. You started to laugh as you watched him struggle to keep his guitar case from falling off his shoulder. The bus driver groaned, mumbling something to Luke as he got on and scanned the seats for you, a wide smile growing on his face when he spotted you.
"I thought you had forgotten about me." You said and Luke chuckled a bit and sat down next to you.
"Trust me, I couldn't forget about you if I tried." He reached into the pocket of his guitar case and pulled out two CDs. Luke handed them to you and you ran your finger over the black permanent marker that read For (Y/N).
"Thanks, I'll listening to these when I get home."
"I really hope you like them and if you don't I'm sorry, we suck." You laughed and slipped them into your bag.
"I'm sure you guys don't suck. So how many people are in your band?"
"Four. A drummer, bassist, another guitarist, and me. We all sing too but I guess I'm kind of the lead singer."
"Wow you play the guitar and you sing, that's awesome."
"And I'm cute, I'm like a triple threat." You laughed agreeing and Luke looked very pleased. The two of you talked for a while until the bus finally reached your stop.
"So I guess I'll see you on Tuesday?"
"Actually I don't have class today, it was cancelled this morning."
"Then why are you on the bus?"
"I told you I'd be here, I had to get my CDs."
"Oh that's all you cared about? The CDs?" Luke tried to look sad but he was awful at hiding his childlike grin.
"Of course, I'm only talking to you for free music."
"How about you talk to me for coffee instead? There's a really good café a few stops away."
"You don't have somewhere to be?"
"No, it can wait. So what do you say? My treat."
"Coffee sounds great." You zipped up your bag making sure the CDs were tucked safely inside.
"I never asked, what's the name of your band?" Luke looked down at his feet and mumbled his answer.
"5 Seconds of Summer."
"Oh my-really? That's why you look familiar, I figured I'd just seen you around before, you're Luke Hemmings!" You smiled at your realization but Luke didn't seem to share your excitement. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was nice having someone not know who I am. I miss it. I miss being able to walk down the streets without getting mobbed and not having to wonder if the people I meet like me for me or my fame. With you I was just another kid on the bus and you would have never given me a second look if I hadn't taken a chance. With you I wasn't Luke Hemmings, I was just Luke." You weren't mad at Luke for keeping that from you, in fact it only made you like him more instead of using his fame to get you to like him he was himself.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was going to, I just wanted to wait. I get it if you don't want to have coffee anymore." The bus came to a stop and he stood up, slinging his guitar over his broad shoulder. You stood up grabbing his hand and he turned around looking surprised.
"I would love to have coffee with just Luke." He smiled and squeezed your hand tighter as the two of you walked off the bus.
