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This Stop

With the bus finally arriving i start diggin in my pockets trying to find my pass. Making my way to the doors of the bus, I arrive right before this small boy does. I continue looking for my pass while he kinda just stands next to me timidly. I wonder why he hasn't gotten on yet.

" aren't you gonna hop on this bus?" I question him giving him a funny look.

  " it's your turn" he simply replies smiling.

" oh.  well you can have my turn im not ready yet" i reply still searching for my pass. 

  " One of you better get on this damn bus" the driver exclaimed

The boy lets out giggles as i chuckled. Gesturing my hand foward again letting him on the bus before me. He shows his pass moving along when i finally find mine. The bus wasn't full, but it wasn't empty either.

I decided to sit next to the boy despite there being other seats. Just to bother him.

  " you real pretty, my name Vynce.".  i couldn't help but to observe him.

" uuh thank you ". i watched as his thin tapered brows scrunched looking confused.

" you don't think so? " i blink at him still not breaking eye contact.

" I didn't say that. " he side eyes me as i begin to smirk.

" you made a face though. " i smile at him.

The boy turns to engage with me fully understanding i wasn't gonna leave him alone.

" you said my face was pretty, what if that's just how i look? ".

  Now he has his head tilted with his arms crossed. The look of mischief in his eyes.

" Mm Naahhh. " i shake my head.

" i think i can tell the difference between that look and the look you were making before. " i nod my head assuringly.

" and what look would that be, you don't even know me. "

" Well i seen what you look like when you're laughing , also when you're blushing, based on the look you were looking before ima say you don't believe you're pretty or you don't believe i think you're pretty, but overall it was a different look than ... pleased. "

  The look he gave me now I could notice he found an interest in what i was saying to him.

" Can I get ya name ? ". I need to know if im gonna be noticing him more.

" you don't need it, i think i like this name ... "pretty" you had called me? "

I nod dumbly eyes filled with amusement.

" yeah, you kinda ate with that one." he nods his head turning straight again.

" Well can I know where you're headed? "

He scolded me with the most twisted face yet. He looked me up and down, as if to burn a memory of me in his mind. I honestly wanted to gage how muh time i had left to get his name he playing wit me and its exciting as fuck.

" You must think im easy bate, i tell you my stop, you magically headed to the same place, then boom next thing you know MY severed head is thrown over the bridge and my body's chopped up into to little pieces. I watch CIS and i would not like to solve the mystery of my own death but not be able to help because im a spirit damned to this relm because of Vynce the Butcher. "

After his rant i was smiling ear to ear. I admit this didn't help my case of being a creepy serial killer but i was infatuated.

" i think i'm in love. "

Or that.

" THIS STOP! "

I hadn't notice him get up trying to contain my laughter but by the time i had caught my breath he was already making his way off the bus. I definitely need to see him again, no creep shit.