You've actually cared? -Bunny (Chaos x Mysterion)

On the bus.

I woke up in a cold sweat in my bed. I usually did after I died.
Looking around I felt something run down my face, I wiped it off. It was warm, Tears? Did I actually feel bad for this asshole? What even killed me?
Nothing happened. Did I get struck by lightning? I usually felt that way when I got struck by lightning. But that time was different. There was no thunder, no other lightning bolts.
Was it just my bad luck? It could've been.

I shook the thought out of my head and got up. I had school after all, and it wasn't odd for me to die.
I checked the time, 'early, huh.'
It read 5:58.

Taking my time, I got up and put on my iconic orange parka, which covered my whole body, except for a little bit of my face so that I can see.
I've been wearing it since third grade. Well not the same one obviously but I have been wearing a orange parka like this one since third grade. I honestly don't have reasoning for it. It's just comfy for this cold ass town.

Slipping on my gloves I walked out of my room and into my sisters,
"Hey, Karen. Time to get up." I said softly, not trying to disturb her too much.

She groaned in annoyance but got up either way, I closed her door so she could change and things, Etc, I had to go to the bus stop at 7:30 but it's 6:37 right now, I don't have to leave for another 40 minutes. I thought for a moment then just went back to my room where I sat on my bed and played on my phone the whole time. 'My parents were already at "work", Kevin was actually at work and Karen is here with me right now, we part ways when we leave the house, I used to worry about her walking there alone but she's 12/13 now, she can handle that herself. I've stopped babying her as much as I did when I was 10, most since I was thinking she was getting annoyed by it, other reasoning is I just grew up and learned that she's older now. I still call her Kare-bear every once and a while, she gets so embarrassed when I say it, it's actually hilarious.'

I checked the time, seeing it was 7:13 I grabbed my bag and opened the door, getting greeted by a cool breeze outside, I started walking to the bus stop, the same one of been going to for years. It wasn't far from my house, maybe a half a mile or less?

I saw two others at the bus stop, Stan and Kyle, they were always here before me and talked to one another a lot.
They've been SBF (Super Best Friends.) since kindergarten. Some people even think they are gay or dating each other which I find fucking funny as hell. I stopped next to Kyle and waited for the bus or some sort of interaction.

"Oh, Hey Kenny." Stan said while leaning a bit in front of Kyle to see me.

"Mhfn stfh, mhfn Khph." (Hey Stan, Hey Kyle.) Kyle nodded in response,
my voice was muffled a lot. My parka covers my mouth so that's why. Everyone in our grade, even adults and other kids in different grades understand me by now, so I don't have to worry about this being a problem.

"Hey guys." Cartman said out of no where from behind me. He's gotten a bit better since we were kids, he's still an asshole but he's calmed down the slightest.

"Sup, Fatass." Kyle joked.

"I told you to stop calling me fatass damn Jew." He said angrily under his breath, everyone heard it relentlessly.

Before anyone else could speak the bus pulled up, the door opened and the mean old hag, (same one that we thought was gonna die years ago.)
Yelled at us as always to get on. We are all used to it now but it still gets on my nerves.

I sit with Butters most of the time, he's one of my closest friends and doesn't pick on me for anything. Everyone always treats him poorly but I think he's alright. He usually sits at the very back, Almost no one sits back there, it's a bit quieter so I don't blame him. He should already be on the bus,

I headed to the back and sat next to him, I can always tell it's him by his hair, a buttery light yellow color.

"Hmfh bhphfh." (Hey, butters.) I said, he didn't respond back.
'Is he ignoring me?' I thought, just as I was about to touch his shoulder I saw his reflection in the bus window.
'He's sleeping? That doesn't seem comfortable.'
I should have woke him up, but we had 30 minutes until the bus got to school, and he looked tired, I hesitated but moved his head gently onto my shoulder. It felt right to do so, and the bus window as I said before isn't really comfortable. This was the best option for him to be comfortable without it being awkward or waking him up.

I placed my head against his, I got this rush of tiredness that drifted to my eyes, closing them as everything went away. 'It wouldn't be bad to get a few more minutes of sleep, right?'

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Sorry once more, this is a bit boring, I promise it will get more interesting, it also may take a bit to get to the plot.