>> J A K E
I'd been going to this library since the beginning of my high school years. I've fallen into the routine of taking the public bus every Saturday to get a new book, since I always need something fresh to read.
But this week, I've decided to be different.
There's a museum the route takes us passengers to, and I've been wanting to visit that place again.
I'd gotten up early, and I managed to make it to the bus in time to make my way to the museum. The vehicle came to a few stops, and a familiar man sat next to me.
I sensed he was slightly baffled, but he collected himself.
I smiled at him, scanning over him quickly.
His expression stayed straight, but he stared back at me. At least I thought so, I had no way of seeing his gaze with those dark sunglasses covering his face.
I'd seen him many times before.
He had blonde, spiky hair. But it seemed soft, extremely soft. Nicely shaped lips, and one of the most defined jawlines I've ever seen.
He ended up turning away, and I saw more of him on the side.
Since I'd see him every week, it was harder to finish my books in my usual time. On the bus I would get through most of the first section. But with him, I'd stare down at the words uselessly.
My fingers would force me to continue reading by moving along the pages, but I'd have no idea what I just read.
He distracted me.
>> D I R K
He was here? Was this normal? Usually he wasn't here this early, ever.
I sat across from him in my usual seat, fixing my eyes directly to his. After clearing my throat, I turned to the side, watching the floor of the bus as we began to pick up speed.
I could tell he was watching me from the corner of my eye.
Eventually he paused, putting his book away for the next stop.
I gaped out the window to see the place I was planning to depart too. He was visiting the museum? Shit.
Shit.
He stood, strolling up the middle aisle. I was forced to follow, watching his beautiful form as he maneuvered.
What now? The bus is gone, and I'm dazed as to what's happening.
"You don't need to keep watching."
Oh dear lord, his voice.
Fuck, this'll be hard.
I managed to keep my calm facade, but it was difficult to choke back,
"What are you speaking of?"
He faced me, and I could see the details I've missed before. Now I'll have to update my previous sketches.
"I've seen you across from me on that bus for quite a while." He states, glaring up at my eyes. He's trying to find them, I can tell.
"So I'm not the only one realizing." I reply, keeping this conversation short and sweet. He chuckles, blessing my ears. "I see where you're leading this to. If you were wondering, it's Jake English." I almost squeal, ready to crack a large smile. But under the influence of control, my lip twitches up a bit. "The name's Strider, Dirk Strider. (it's so cliché I'm laughing at myself) My apologies if I bother you, didn't mean to frighten. I just couldn't help admiring you."
Wait, what if I freak him out? Is he homophobic? I really didn't plan this out.
(Even though he thought about meeting him personally about 5,000 times)
Jake's mouth formed a comfortable grin.
"Very nice to finally meet you, Dirk."
The way he spoke as his accent added emphasis to his speech, and how the croak in the back of his throat sounded perfect with each syllable,
I couldn't get enough of him.
