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imagine: Seeing Justin everyday on the way to school and just fall in love with him.

I ride the public bus from I ride the public bus from

school each day -- it more

efficient than having my

mother drive across town

every day and spend every day and spend

hundreds on gas. It gets

pretty annoying,

creeps hit on you every so

often, but sometimes I often,

meet some pretty meet some

interesting people.

I usually try to get on the usual

bus right after school -- if I

wait until 4, the arrival

times for each bus is times

farther apart.

sometimes I catch it

anyway -- I need help on

homework, or time will

escapes me while I goof off

with my friends.

when I do, I sometimes see

this mysterious

young man. His attire goes

to two extremes, as he

either wearing a hood or a snapback or a plain white tee shirt

shirt and pants. He has shirt and pants. He has

really wonderful eyes, and really wonderful eyes, and

doesn't look like he smiles

alot, but when he does,

looks even more attractive.

I'd never tried to make

conversation with him

because I'm 16, and I can't

really tell his age. He is

usually wearing a

backpack, so he could be in

school, I guess, or

could also be heading

home from work,

his looks,

anywhere from 17 to 20,

and anything above 18 is

kind of pushing it for me.

I've only heard his voice

once: I was sitting down,

doing Algebra II work

when he got in, and I was

lucky enough for him to

stand next to my seat,

which was closest to the

door. I figured maybe it

was because he wasn't

going to be on the bus for

close to an hour like I was. .

I was trying to focus on my

work and not freak

about this attractive guy

standing next to me,

I heard a voice.

"Is that the F.O.I.L "

method?"

For those of you not familiar with that term,

a four-step plan to do an a

algebraic equation.

spare the details, but I was

really surprised, and

nodded. He smiled at me,

and I told him to have a

good evening because we'd

just reached his stop, and just reached his stop, and

he wished me the same. he wished me the same.

That little encounter(our That little encounter(our

only time exchanging only time exchanging

words) made me like him a words) made me like him a

bit more. He had a nice bit more. He had a nice

voice, and it gave me hope voice, and it gave me hope

about his age -- sure, he about his age -- sure, he

could still be well over 19(I could still be well over 19(I

was willing to push up my was willing to push up my

age limit a bit for him if it age limit a bit for him if it

came down to it) but if he came down to it) but if he

still remembered still remembered

something as obscure as a

term from high school term from high school

math, he could be closer to

my age then I thought.