Cutting loose c.h

Foreign

"A flat tire! Really?!" I say to myself while i kick the tire.

It's starting to get dark and were just sitting on the curb waiting for something. My sister takes a seat after trying to flag down a car to help us. 

"You can't just give up! We need to find someone"  i tell her trying to encourage them to stop moping around and hoping they'd get their asses up.

I see a convertible driving past. They could probably help us out and give us a much needed ride.

"HEYY OVER HERE" I wave my hands in the air frantically. The convertible speeds past us.

Rude ass people. They have there head in their asses and are surrounded by luxury.

I see a bus out in the distance. Bus drivers are nice people right? They are the one with tiny figurines on their dash boards nodding their little heads right...?

I wave my hands in the air hoping they would stop. My ass is numb right now. The large black bus pulls over. It was massive. It is as if people actual live inside of it.

"you're welcome ! NOW GET UP" i say while throwing a branch at my sister.

"I hope they aren't creeps. I also hope that they are hot" 

I'm remembering Leena's words of encouragement " Meet cute Canadian boys."My thoughts are random. What can i say? I'm a hormonal teen that's a noob when it comes to guys. Never kissed a dude or swiped my V card. The weird thing about this is that I think about guys a lot.  Coming from a strict family that controls your every move, if i did any of this, i would have to pack up and go.

The bus pulls over and parks behind our dumb car.  The driver hops out of the car.

"What's wrong with your car?" he asks .

"Well... our tire is flat and dead and were from Seattle. Were a very long way from home" I say to him while pointing at our tire.

"Oh well we just came from Seattle and were on a way to Canada. The boys that are in the back are on tour" he says 

"oh really!? So are we!" My sister Becca says with a glimmer of hope in her voice.

A couple of other people come out the van with confused facial expression.

"Hey Mark, why did you stop the  bus? Is there something wrong?"  A boy shouts with a husky Aussie accent. 

I take a good glance of the boys and i go cross eyed for a second.  I look back at my sisters and brother and they are just shocked. I give them an "i told you so" grin. I just wanted to dance around and rub it in their faces. They would constantly tell me that the bands that i listen to will never know me.  That can never benefit me in any way.

"Ummm... " One of the other boys say trying to break the awkward silence. 

"Everything is fine Calum. You guys don't mind if we help them right?" Mark says.

Calum. Oh fuck. He can't be that Calum right? Like nothing out of the ordinary happens in my life so of course not. 

He steps off the bus and walks towards us. It is him. Should i meet him half way and just jump on him? Should i tackle him to the ground? Should i tell him that i'm a huge fan. I breathe slowly and steadily, not moving an inch.  Are my prayers being answered.

"find your chill" i mutter to myself. He doesn't need to know any of it.

" How about I come and see what is wrong with your tire" Mark says while walking with my siblings to the car. I am frozen. Is he looking at me?

He walks up to me and makes eye contact. His dark eyes lock with mine. He scans me and then opens his mouth. His breath creates a fog in the cold,winter air.

" Of course i don't mind" He says while turning away and walking back on the bus.

What was that? This was so foreign to me. Whatever it was, I like it a lot. This is what i meant by thrill.