Take What You Need {L.H.}

The Bus

Luke hated having to take the bus.

It wasn't so much the ride as it was the people around him. Believe me, he'd met some really cool people over the past 6 months, but he'd also met an equal share of people he'd rather not remember. Unfortunately, those were the people that were the most memorable.

Everyday at 6:20am, Luke sat in the shaded bus stop waiting for the 6am bus to arrive. Normally, it came no later than 6:30. Today, it was already 6:45 and he was convinced that he should've walked to the next stop.

He decided to fill his time with something productive.

"Hello?"

"You sound completely awake to say it's now 6:47." Luke chuckled.

"Would you believe me if I told you I haven't gone to sleep in the past 26 hours?"

"Yes. I would." He said, watching an older couple walk by the stop, hand in hand.

"So what brings this occasion?" Luke could hear Annabelle bumping around in her house.

"Oh uhm." Luke hadn't really planned out why he called her. He also didn't realize what he was doing until he had already pressed the button.

"Do you want me to say something? I mean I can tell you something about my life if you're just looking for company. Or you can tell me what happened to that girl who gave you her number while we were... out... together... last week."

"Yeah, okay." He was relieved that she gave him some pretty decent options.

"So was she nice? Are you going on dates? Can I meet her? Actually, scratch the last one. She didn't really seem to like me that much."

Luke laughed as he saw Mrs. Johnson, who lived 5 streets down from him, walk towards the bench. It was a short bench so he knew he should probably get up since he definitely had younger legs and could afford to stand. He motioned for her to sit down and she

"That's just because she thought we were on a date."

Luke heard Annabelle chuckle, almost nervously.

"If that wasn't a date, then what would you call it?"

Luke thought for a moment. He figured he might be able to get an okay pun out of this to avoid the question. Some part of him wanted to call it a date, but he knew that wasn't a good idea.

"I don't know. I mean what was that?"

There was the all too familiar pause over the phone line.

In the distance, Luke could finally see the bus turn onto his street to collect more passengers. More importantly, him.

He was about to say something when Annabelle answered.

"I'd say it was you Luke-ing for love in all the wrong places."

A.N.

Character development, yo.

Okay I thought about writing about their date ((I'm calling it a date)) but then I thought, 'hey why not just get a pun out of it since she was more or less his wingman. ((look out, more character development coming soon.))

Wingmen for the win in all the wrong situations!