John Doe x Reader (Forever.)

Chapter 2 (The Bus station)

Yes.

I Hop my way down the stairs of the apartment, in the manual I received it says that I take the bus 12 stops right to the gas station!

I am pretty out of breath by the time I get to the station, I was planning to take an seat on the bench but it seems someone is already sitting there,

They have such nice hair...
Wow!


Johns Pov;
Eurgh humans, I hate this form.
its so... flabby

my 'ears' perk up hearing footsteps, an jovial hop not just a strut but a skip?
How unusual.

Oh...
its the new tenant, GAH! I cant believe she caught me watching her... But there's more where that came from...

I let my eyes follow her form as she turns the corner to this stop.
I've been waiting for her.

She takes an curious peek at me, 
I load the diolouge.

"Do you think he's cute?" 

She doesn't even take a second guess before answereing
Yes.

I thought that would be the end of it, but I can see her sneaking peeks at.. my hair?
what...?

Y/n
AUrGH!
his hair is just so long and it curls just so beautifully, does he use mouse or what is it!
Its gorgeous...
Urghghghh I'd so love to brush and plait it someday...

No y/n!
stop thinking about strangers like that,
Focus on yourself, 

Now stay downwind and at least 4ft away..
You stink monster...

I walk past him sucking in my body as much as I can and stand resting against the pole of the timetable.

I sigh and close my eyes

If I miss this bus. 
I'm just going to j̶u̶m̶p̶  in front of the next one.

I don't exspect to hear something but I do 

"he̶̛͙̻̯̘̓͂̀̈́̕ͅllo?"

I look up, he's looking at me...
Woah...Hes got a LETHAL face card..
Urghghgh how embarrassing, here I am all greasy bed hair and Stinky unwashed self.

"hello?"I reply tenativly,


"ŏ̵̡̜̳̲̭̓̕o̶͉̲̓͂͑́͒̃̚͠͝ĥ̷̢̢̪͍̭̦̞̆̂͛̈́́
You have an accent.
Where are you fro̶̓̐m?"

His voice seems to be spassiming. 
Not like crackling, breaking?
almost as if its glitching...

I decide to be polite and respond with the same Friendliness, 

"damn... Guilty!
Germany. Born and raised, We were taught English as a secondary language.
You?"

"bo̶̲͙͇̬̞̫̻̒̈́́̈́̈́̑͌̇͠r̵̢̨̫̮̬̋͛͝͠n̷̛͈͉̳̭̯̞͉̟̝̿̀̕   here and never left...

.
.
.

You seem... Tired.
Do you want me to tell you when the bus is here?"

"oh yes please!" I enthusiastically reply

I collapse resting against the pole, At least the neighbours are nice...

It barely feels like time passes by but it must because I hear him call out and the bus comes into frame.

So much for a break.