The gloomy clouds made the bus seem darker, even with the lights still on. Draping my arms over the seat before me, my feet slid back underneath the seat until my left foot hit something stable. Leaning my head against the seat before mine, I lulled into a light sleep.
As the bus hit a bump, the solid object behind my foot slid back a little, making me aware that reality still existed. Glaring towards the seat to my left, my sixth-grade friend made vivid movements, pointing toward where my foot lay under the seat, mouthing, "You're touching him!" Messing around, I pushed my leg back further to see if he'd move. He didn't. Looking at the reflection in the window, he sat with his back against his seat, playing on his phone. Another bump hit and my leg pushed into his view. He glanced down at our touching feet and did a lazy, bright smile.
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Short Story"He bobbed his head and opened his eyes, his curls fraying into his view. His left eye opened, staring ahead, his golden green amber eye locking with mine. He held his gaze for a few seconds before turning his head and closing his eyes." A fanfic...
