Mostly fluff with some smut here and there.
*I update usually on schedule, but I like getting ideas for new chaps*
I love all the boys so you'll get a bit of everyone <33
ACILLATEM, RAAHH - w
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-plot- -You are on your way home and meet some familiar faces on the bus- -set in 87-
I was walking along one of the many empty streets of Los Angeles, listening to music on my headphones.
It was dark, about 8:00pm, and chilly. I'm glad I had my sock hat on.
I was heading for the bus stop up ahead, so I could catch the ride home.
". . .*sigh*. . .i love this kind of weather" I said, breathing in a whiff of crisp air.
I had my backpack over my shoulder, which was making my arm hurt, but I didn't really care, I was enjoying myself.
I saw the bus stop up ahead, and it looked as though a few people were just getting on. Great.
"So much for having the space to myself" I sighed, running towards the bus.
Right before the doors closed, I squeezed myself in, "-ha! Made it".
The driver didn't even acknowledge me. I just shrugged it off and walked past him to the middle of the bus. My regular seat was open, so I put my backpack on the ground and sat down.
I leaned back into the cushioned bench and turned my music up. I looked in front of me and sitting there on the bench on the opposite side of the bus were the three guys I saw getting on earlier.
It looked like the Tall, blond haired boy was knee-deep in a newspaper. The curly dark haired one was watching the floor, he seemed tired. And the shortest of the three, who had the fluffiest hair i'd ever seen, was staring at me. . .-
It took me a second to realize that I was staring back at him. I shook my head, and awkwardly smiled at him.
As a smirk appeared on his face, I grew uncomfortable. I glared at him, but that only made the smirk grow.
I scoffed before leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
"Don't mind the jackass- just listen to Metallica. . .your fine" I thought to myself.
-*-*-
After about three minutes of trying to sleep, I felt tapping on my toes.
I looked down at my feet and saw the fluffy brown haired boy touching the tips of my shoes. It looked like he was talking and motioning to his ears. But I couldn't hear anything with my music up so loud. . .-oh.
