The Brown Eyed Mystery

Brown Eyes

The gentle hum of music coming from the gentleman sitting next to me slowly pushes me further into my sleepy state.  The only thing keeping me awake is the repeated banging of my head against the bus window.

It's been a long day and the dark clouds outside reflect my mood. I don't know why I'm even here. Curiousity got the best of me I suppose. Since the only reason I'm on this bus is for the dark eyed boy sitting two seats ahead.

He's very intriguing, the way he keeps to himself, rarely talks, never smiles, yet deep inside I know he has another life. One away from the classroom, one where he has many friends, and he laughs and smiles.

Oh how I wonder how that must look. The only emotion I see is in the drawings on the corner of his papers. Each doodle or line so carefully thought out, giving me hope that one day I will find out who this boy is.

But in the meantime I will sit on this bus and hope that one day he will take his earbuds out and talk, about anything.  I take two busses everyday, this one and the one to my home.

I walked one time, longest 15 miles of my life. But I had to clear my head , things hadn't been so perfect lately. I'm still learning who to trust.

It's truly a never ending cycle, you trust someone and they betray you, I'm used to it by now. 

"Claire! It's your stop, get off" the driver yells. I step off the bus and begin my journey home. I pull open my bag and pull out the crumpled sheet of paper. I hate how all my stories get crushed in my backpack.

I've been lacking inspiration lately but with my recent interest in the brown eyed boy the stories just seem to flow out.

Majority of them consist of theories about how he is outside of the classrooms. Others wonder what goes on inside his head as the gentle thumps of the beat echo outside of his ears.

Part of me wants to hear the stories on how his black Converse became so torn and muddy, but the other part of me is drawn in by the mystery of him.

My thoughts are soon interrupted by the bus zooming past and the conversations of strangers getting louder and louder as I pass by the Café.

"Hey Claire!"

"Hello Mrs.Evans" she is the owner of the Café and always tries to reel me in with a nice warm cup of coffee and maybe a muffin on the house but I usually decline. It's not that I don't enjoy her it's just that I often have other things to get finished and I don't have time.

Majority of my free time he spent thinking about the brown eyed boy and dreaming about our nonexistent future. Like a few weeks ago in Chemistry I was thinking about him and dropped our test tube of acid onto the floor and I was scolded by my actions and had to pay for the freshly made hole in the ground.

I laugh at the thought and continue walking to my apartment building where I am greeted by the doorman and his usual corny jokes and polite gestures. But today is slightly different. Our doorman Jake, begins asking me if I know anything about the new renter that is moving in.

"What room is he moving into?" I ask him hoping it isn't near mine, I dislike neighbors.

"46C" Jake chuckles, "good luck with your new neighbor Claire."

Shit. This boy better not be into massive parties because I'm not about to handle this. I already have a hard enough time trying not to kill the person above me who insists on stomping her elephant sized feet around 2:00 in the morning.

Distressed, I run my hand through my long brown hair thinking about getting it cut. My thoughts were interrupted again when a person bumps into me.

"Sorry" Me and the boy I just ran into said in unison.
I look up and my blue eyes meet the biggest brown eyes and my heart stops. And I hold my breath.

It's him.