Robin Buckley One Shots

Train Of Thought

Words: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff

You took off at a mad sprint through the train station ignoring the pain on your heels where your shoes were rubbing. They fit you perfectly and had never pinched your feet before, but of course, they started acting up whilst you were running late. Of course. Whilst you were halfway through mumbling a string of profanities, the crackly voice of one of the station workers blared through the overhead speakers stating that your train was due to leave any second now. "Shit, shit, shit", you half-shouted as you narrowly avoided accidentally tackling a child, and then even more narrowly avoiding running her over with your suitcase.

"SORRY!", you yelled behind you, seeing the horrified mother scooping up her child. Whoops. It was 6 am though, so you couldn't find it in you to care too much.

Your heart was racing, beads of sweat were appearing on your forehead, your hair was whipping behind you with the speed you were running, and your feet fucking hurt.

The train beside you - that wasn't your train - started moving, and the chugging noise along with the whistle made you panic even more, so you somehow ran faster, weaving in and out of the people in your way. Eventually, you reached your train whilst the doors were closing.

Luckily for you, they were closing slowly, so you launched your suitcase through the doors, causing a giant bang to echo through the cabin when it hit a wall, and you jumped in after it. You got a few stares from people in the cabin who had arrived on time. Apparently, you had disturbed their peace. There wasn't any room in that cabin anyway, but with the glares that you received, there was no way that you were staying. So, you awkwardly smiled and slowly backed up until you reached the door to the next one.

You casually walked through as if you hadn't just run a marathon, and yet again, a full cabin. You sighed and walked through another two cabins that were full. At this point, you were sure that you would have to sit on the floor for fourteen hours, which sounded highly uncomfortable. The next carriage you walked into was almost full, but it was hard to determine the 'almost' part as it looked like every seat was taken. This was the last carriage and your last hope, so you stood looking like a lost puppy as you scanned the area trying your hardest to find a seat.

However, a miracle shone down on you when someone took pity on you standing in the middle of the aisle looking desperate. "Hey!", she half-shouted, and you turned around to see someone your age leaning out of her seat and waving her hand at you, "There's a spare seat in front of me, you know- if you wanna sit". Your face broke out into a grin as she bashfully smiled at you and leaned back into her seat.

Clumsily, you put your suitcase into the overhead shelving, and sat down, hugging your backpack to your chest and resting your chin on top of it. It was weirdly comforting. You looked down at your lap for a moment, before unzipping your bag and grabbing your walkman, putting in your "Hunting High And Low" album tape by a-ha. As the melody of "Take on Me" played through your earphones, you finally looked up at the girl who let you sit with her.

The first thing that you noticed were the awesome patches that littered her black jacket, and then you noticed her rings, and how she was listening to her own walkman as she looked out of the window. Her aura intrigued you, she seemed like she knew a lot, quiet but unable to shut up once you got to know her type of person. You were usually good at reading people's vibes, so you trusted your gut.

Wanting to not spend the entire journey in a weird silence of avoiding making eye contact, when "Train of Thought" began playing, you paused your tape and lightly tapped the table in front of her, which because of the earphones startled her slightly, making you grimace and apologise when she took her earphones off, and you followed suit. She shook her head with a small chuckle and said it was fine, but she had a questioning look resting on her features, wondering what the disruption was about, even though it was a welcome one. "What were you listening to?", you nodded towards her walkman.