The end of school and after-school classes were always much anticipated by everyone. Especially l0l0me.
It was another normal day, when I was walking towards the van looking forward to the oddly great time I would be having.
Unfortunately the transportation-managing person-in-charge had other plans for me.
"OI YOU."
Why he had to shout when he was right next to me, I shall never know.
"IVE FIGURED OUT THAT TITCHY VAN IS PROBABLY A BIT TOO SMALL FOR YOU OVERGROWN KIDS"
Wow. Did he notice that just now?
"SO TO FIX THAT WERE SENDING YOU AND THAT ONE OTHER KID AND YOU WITH THE PRINCIPAL IN HER CAR, TO REDUCE THE CROWD IN THE VAN"
I was taken aback for a moment. So me and this other person were about to get stuffed in a car with the principal? Seriously, how stingy can this school be?
And who was this other person that got the amazing oppurtunity to sit with me and the principal in her titchy small car? woo~ I wonder who-
It was Vivian.
That series of unfortunate events led to the setting of me and Vivian cramped in the back seat of a very tiny ca with the principal on the front seat. It was the weirdest situation I had ever found myself in life.
...
We sat in mutual silence.
Until of course the principal hopped out of the car. "I have been informed that your usual bus stops are farther than mine, so the driver will drive you to your usual bus stops now, good evening."
And with that, she walked off.
"Oi wake up. You don't have to pretend sleeping. That old woman is gone."
... he didn't even stir.
"You're actually asleep?"
I wanted to prod him and wake him up or even shout in his eardrums but he looked like he really needed it.
Instead, I amused myself with looking outside the window.
The clocks displayed at that clock repair shop were displaying the wrong time....
It would be logically more comfortable and more reasonable to go out naked than wearing that finicky black dress....
That ugly baby was vomiting all over the car, disgusting...
thud
I felt something drop on my lap.
It was Vivian.
His head dropped down on my lap. I prodded him to wake him up but he wasnt budging.
My stomach did double somersaults. whoop-tee-doo.
I empathized with him, so I didn't take too extreme of measures to wake him up but I did all I could do politely. But when he didn't budge I gave up and continued sightseeing.
That book on display had a nice cover design..
and my reflection on the window- why were my ears so red, I kind of looked like that monkey- red eared guenon.
Any ways, that 500 piece puzzle looks ni-
Why is my bpm increasing? am I getting high blood pressure at such an early age? I knew it. I shouldn't have eaten those fries they give out at school lunches.
Speaking of fries, I was really hungry-
My stomach growled.
oh no, that was emba-
Vivian stirred, the noise must have disturbed him.
He slowly opened his eyes, and rubbed them.
"hm?"
He looked around for a bit until the post-sleep drowsiness wore off. And then he realised.
He quickly sat up with a jolt and immediately began stammering apologies.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"
"It's okay"
I was pretty good at keeping my cool, especially considering that my bpm was reaching dangerous levels. I should've gotten that checked.
"I didn't know I was sleeping there, you should've woken me up, but It's really my fau-"
"no problem."
"alright. If you say so."
Damn. It was really awkward. Worst part was, I was gonna have a meeting with him in like, an hour. Not much time for recovery.
The tension in that small space was too much for me. I could feel the driver eying us from the mirror.
With very deep analysis of my character, I came to the conclusion, that:
My coping mechanism consisted of jokes and poorly thought out pranks(?).
I closed my eyes and and pretended I was asleep. It was very hard to pretend like you are asleep when you didn't know how you looked when you were asleep.
However I must have managed to fool him because I felt him prod my cheeks and sigh.
The car suddenly halted at that moment possibly because of traffic. Which caused me to be thrown off my seat only to be caught from planting my face into the front seat by Vivian's hands.
Man, I should've really upped my standards. Basic human empathy isn't supposed to make me blush.
"Oh. You're awake. We just reached your bus stop."
The driver was busy reciting an encyclopedia of swears to the vehicle in front of him as I got out. So that let me direct my attention to Vivian.
He was blushing? How could you tell someone was blushing when they were wearing a set of accessories with a coverage area equivalent to a ski mask?
But I must have been staring too long because he proceeded to say
"Earth to Eva?"
"Yea I'm listening"
"Why did you pretend sleepi-"
I ran off at those words.
Why didn't I just explain to him my prank?
...Uhh- looking back the driver didn't seem like a man to cross by stalling in the road.Seriously, are my acting skills that poor?
To Be Continued-
A/N : Sorry for not uploading in a while, I was really busy :(That transportation-in-charge might just be the wingman
Anyways, I learned that apparantly penguins can tell the difference between Picasso and Monet.
Stay hydrated:)
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