The Day We Never Met

A/N: Hey guys. So this is my first story I'm writing here, and I'm not exactly the most experienced writer. But it would mean a lot to me if you read this. k thanks love you all :)

It's raining hard. The downpour stops me from going home. I go to the nearest bus stop.

When I sit down on the cold metal, I check my watch.

It's already past 10. My mom is going to kill me.

As I look up, I see a tall figure walking towards me.

I quickly turn away. It's a boy. He sits down not too far from me. He's drenched from the rain.

He looks at me.

"Excuse me, Miss. Would you happen to know the time?"

"Um. It's ten past ten."

"Shoot. I need to be home by now."

Be home? He looks like a grown man, but he's probably around 16 years old.

"Yeah. Me too. Do you know when the bus arrives?" I ask, not wanting to create awkward conversation.

"I think it should be here in five minutes," he says. He looks down at his feet.

"Ugh," he exclaims, clearly frustrated.

I sit there as he starts running his hands through his hair, smashing his fists on the metal bar we're sitting on.

"Um. Sorry. I've had a rough night," he apologizes.

"It-it's fine," I say, "Everyone has those days."

He starts to sniffle. I'm a little taken aback.

"Erm, are you alright?" I ask.

"Look. My girlfriend just broke up with me. We have been together for three years. Why would she do this to me?" he whispers, "Why?" he harshly whispers, his face crumpling up.

*

"Would you like a mint?" I ask, after he has calmed down.

"Please."

I open my bag and pull out a box of mints. I pass it over to him.

"Thanks," he says, popping a mint into his mouth.

"Welcome," I say, taking back the box and shoving it into my bag.

"Um, we never really introduced each other. I'm Ryan," he says, as he sticks out his hand for me to shake, his mouth slowly moving into a soft smile.

"Catherine. Call me Cathy, if you want," I say, as I reach out my hand and shake his.

We talk for a while. It's nice. Then we see the bright headlights of the bus nearing us.

"I guess our bus is here," Ryan says.

"Yeah."

We get into the bus, pay for our bus tickets. We sit down together in the bus. He sits next to the window and I sit beside him.

It's quiet in the bus. We don't talk, even though we're the only people in the bus other than the driver.

Soon it's time for me to get out.

"So, Ryan. If you want to contact me or anything, here's my number," I say, passing him a small scrunch of paper with my number scribbled on it.

"Gee, thanks, Cathy. I'll for sure give you a call sometime," he cheekily smiles, but then he pauses. "It was really nice meeting you."

"You too, Ryan."

The bus stops, its time for me to get down.

As I walk towards my house, my head is filled with worried thoughts.

Mom is literally going to kill me. It's already a quarter to eleven.

Oh, well.