I was relaxing on my bed, thinking back to my week. I hadn't seen Xander in the bus for a long time. On Thursday, I had been looking for him...
Flashback
I was waiting for the bus, daydreaming. I was wondering whether Xander would talk to me in the bus. And, if yes, what would we talk about? I imagined a conversation with him.
"Hi," he would say.
"Hi," I would say.
"How's it going?"
"Great, thanks."
"Listen, I've been meaning to tell you, I think you're a great friend... Do you wanna hang out sometime?" he would ask, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I got knocked out of my thoughts because the bus got here.
When it got to his stop, I was hoping to see him climb on the bus. He didn't.
End of flashback
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
