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cole - septum

#64

i'm embarrassed to mention that this is based off of real life. i just saw an attractive boy on the bus with a septum and i imagined an entire scenario.

enjoy!

ps. this was not edited so gaps or grammar mistakes will occur.

There was this cute boy I always saw.

On the same bus back to home from school, at the same time. It was getting to a point where not seeing him was more rare than the latter. I called him my bus crush, but all in all I just found him attractive. Did I actually have a crush on him? No. He had a tattoo on his wrist but I couldn't make it out what it is. His sleeves always covered it.
He always had a frown on his face, most likely being that he was tired. I could only say same because school was draining. The urge to leave was such a relief to think about. Less than a year left and we were out. I could not wait.

A feature I always liked on him was his septum. My mom would  k i l l  me if I had a septum piercing. A nose piercing? Sure, why not? But she absolutely hates septum's. I found them cute and honestly really good.

I always wondered if it was the rebellious look to him was what tugged my heartstrings. It was everything I wanted to do but couldn't, personified. Again, super attractive.

He had this brown skin that would be golden under the sunlight (thank you May), a very defined face and black, slightly curly, hair that went down to his neck. Some days he would put it in a ponytail, other a half up half down, and my favourite...man buns! 

One thing I've been wanting to do was compliment his septum. Was this me projecting because I really wanted one?
Possibly.
Have I ever gotten the guts to do so?

Hell fucking no.

That was creepy. It was hard enough not to stare whenever he wasn't looking because I didn't want him to take it as judging. So I just sat there and talking to my friends instead.

Here was the dilemma, I love giving people compliments. They always have this lopsided smile, knowing someone likes what they wear or how they look. So the urge to tell him increased overtime.

Then I did tell him. Some small part of me regretted it. Not for the reason you may think.

"...and then he said to me, 'Your acting was really good'. Then I said, 'Thank you. Your monologue got me hooked'. And then the light shone so bright!! I am so thankful we talked in private because it would be so embarrassing-" my friend stopped talking because she knew I wasn't listening. I was...but not fully. I was too focused in finally telling him that I liked his piercing. I stared at the ground, gathering the courage.

He wasn't even on the bus yet. It wasn't his stop and I had a weird feeling that he was going to be on the bus today. It felt creepy that I had this feeling, it felt weird.

We were at the back and the seats of four would face each other. So two on two. My friend was beside me and low and behold, he sat in front of us. I didn't notice that we were at his stop. I looked outside and realize that we were.
Was I in my head that much?
I looked down and but my gaze then trailed up to his arm. I finally know what the ink on his wrist was. His tattoo was of a mountain. It was a warm day outside and he had no sleeves.

Goddamn his arms. His biceps were big and I think I felt my heart skip a bit.

No, no crushes.

My friend nudged me and nodded her head towards the door. "I have to go pick up something for my dad. See you tomorrow." I barely had the chance to say bye but she already got off. My wave was left in the air and I slowly recoiled my fingers back into my hand.

The bus was nearly empty, typical, so that made me even more nervous.

Fuck!

Why couldn't I just say something?

Hesitantly, I agreed with myself that I should just leave it. It wasn't worth anything. He looked confident in himself, he didn't need a compliment. Not assuming that he was arrogant, but I think he was fine without it. It saved me the embarrassment anyways.
I leaned my head against the window and stared at random things on the bus. Like the random tissue, the worn out seats, the ads that people only look at if their phone was dead or if they were bored. Mine was the latter.

Rustling filled my ears and a groan following after. Instinctively, my eyes found him again. He held his phone on his lap, while his other hand was adjusting his hair (that was luckily was down). He seemed unsatisfied with whatever he was trying to do. My lips curled down in a frown, upset that he wasn't happy.

I hadn't seen him smile before and the urge to make him smile bursted in my chest.

It wasn't until he began adjusting his septum piercing, hiding it and taking back out again, was when I said something.

"I like your septum piercing. It suits you."

Y/n, you fucking idiot, shut up!

His eyes widened in shock as he looked up at me. My grin was soft and comforting, showing that I was genuine with my words.

The smile he sent back was the most heartwarming thing I had ever seen. And I watch baby animal videos when I am bored so this is saying something. It was sun on a windy day, engulfing you with what you needed.

"Thanks. I like your eyes- fuck that was weird, sorry," he apologized. I don't know if he said something after that and cut off but a light shined between us and the entire bus was blinded. Some people were staring at us and then started to clap. It took me a second to realize why. My mouth hanged open when I connected the dots. I looked back up and he had a similar expression.

My heart was caught in my throat as I couldn't believe it.

He was my soulmate.

"Um," he chuckled lightly in disbelief, tucking his phone away, I noticed that his septum was showing, "I did not expect that to happen. All the months we, fucking, wasted on not saying anything," he laughed.

I then too began to laugh.

Because this situation was funny.

I wished this was in private so we didn't get some weird ovation but that was the only regret I had. Nothing else.

"Hello soulmate, I'm Y/n." I gave him my hand to shake. His brow raised but didn't verbally question it.

He took it.

"Hi, Y/n, I'm Cole. Guess we were meant to be."

Guess we were.