Unforgotten Love

There Are No Accidents

You could tell it was early just by listening to the moaning and grumblings of teens who were up way too early. Some had probably stayed up late into the morning studying for a pop quiz there were sure their teacher would give them, some probably  were up late night gaming with their friends, some were up late trying to finish their school work, while others were gossiping with friends. I on the other hand slept perfectly fine having done all my school work, studied for any possible pop-quiz in any of my classes and since I had little to no friends to gossip with late into the night especially since I like keeping to myself. I mean no one should really know my business unless I tell them.  Overall I was the only speck of sunshine on an otherwise dark day. I adjusted my glasses on my face and watched the sky. Our bus was only a few minutes away but the sun was only moments away from breaking over the horizon to greet the day. Watching the sun rise always put me in a better mood regardless of what mood I'm in. In all honesty there was something magical about watching the sun rise and set. Along with many of the things I kept to myself this was something that I swore I would take to my grave.

" Its beautiful isn't it. Almost  like magic." 

I heard someone say. I turned and a boy my age was sitting nearby looking at the sunrise. I chose my words carefully so that he wouldn't get any ideas or misinterpret my words. 

" It's the same sun rise everyday. There's nothing really special about it."

" Sure there is. Like I said its magic. For me the sunrise is the start of a new day. A symbol that fills me with hope. Like its a fresh start. A reminder to me that no matter how dark life gets there will always be a new a beginning. A light at the end of the tunnel if you will" I looked at the boy for a moment and regarded what he said. For a moment I was too stunned to respond to what he said. I had always assumed that my peers lacked the depth needed to make a statement like that. When I finally found an appropriate response he has stood up and was standing directly in front of me. He was so close that he could have easily reached and grabbed anything he wanted which was something I disliked. I enjoyed my personal space so much that every bus that I've ever ridden on gave me my own seat in the front just so there wouldn't be any problems. I don't have any problems with the occasional hug from family and people I considered friends. Nor was I germaphobic either. I just liked my personal space. He pointed behind me and said " Are you getting on or not?" I turned around and saw that the bus had arrived while I was lost in thought. The bus driver was patient enough to keep the door open for me and not honking the horn. Out the corner of my eye I could see that several of my peers were already making comments at my expense. I began to blush and quickly ran inside the bus and sat in my seat right behind the driver. I watched as the guy walked in behind me, gave me a quick smile and headed towards his seat in the back. Many people on the bus greeted him as he passed and through the mirror that the driver uses I saw him sit in the rear right seat next to the window. He pushed his headphones in and began to stare out the window to what I was sure was the sun rise. He had piqued my interest with his comment but that was all. He had already begun to fade into the background noise of the daily toils of high school life. I pulled a book out of my book bag and began to read, losing myself in the world typed on its pages. 

We reached the school's courtyard and I was the first to get off the bus. There was a few minutes before they opened the door to the school so I sat near one of the tree and continued to read my book.  It was a great moment in the book when the three main protagonists met together for the first time. I was really interested in how the next few pages would play out; that I didn't hear the first bell signaling the opening of the doors. 

" Just so you know your gonna be late for homeroom if you don't get a move on soon." The voice brought me from my pages to look around me. The courtyard was already beginning to clear out as students began to head towards their homerooms. I gathered my things again and muttered my thanks to the person who interrupt my tranquility. I looked at the person and was surprised that it was the same guy from the bus stop.  When I stood up my glasses slid from off my face and fell on the floor. He bent over, picked it up, cleaned them and handed them back to me with a smile on his face. I muttered my thanks again and turned away from him and began to walk to my class in fear that I would be late.