Traffic

Chapter 1

"Yes mom, I'm on the way. Just lots of traffic."

The last words I said before things changed for the good.

The sun was too much for the sun visor to handle. Glasses on and everything. I just needed to go home and take a break. Play video games as much as I could before the start of the week. The ride from the campus to my apartment was very short. Soon I will be in my empty apartment. It was very welcoming, it had maybe half a bed (just a mattress on the floor with pillows and blankets), a few chairs, my TV sitting on the floor, and my gaming set-up. The thought of my half-bed sitting on the floor was driving me (no pun intended) to be patient and not get too frustrated. There was heavy traffic on a previously secret back road. Now everyone used it. I turned my turn signal on, and waited for the right moment to turn. There wasn't much traffic now though. The rush hadn't started yet.

A loud crash from the back of my tiny fragile car followed by a heavy jerk forwards. I turned my head around to see a black car with a single driver in it. He had long, silky hair that swept across his face. I wonder how he dealt with sweat. He pushed his glasses up and stared in shock. I got out of the car, as did he, and this was only the beginning.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I really am, I thought the light was green, I really did, I thought you were going to turn I-"

I looked at the rear of my car; it wasn't even bad. How could you not forgive an adorable, chubby looking baby face like this? He was looking at me in angst as I had to look up to stare into his blue eyes that were close to his sky blue T-shirt, because I, a very short girl, am only 4'11.

In all this confusion, only now did I realize that I had just met my idol.

"No no, it's okay, really it is, it happens we're all human. I'll call the police, but really it is okay. It will all be okay." I smiled at the boy who had inspired me for two years on reaching my dreams, but not quite getting there. I am still trying, but it's hard going to school and trying to do something I enjoy more than anything. Balancing them is hard.

"Okay okay I'm sorry, I'm colorblind, I took a quick glance at it and I was for sure the light was in the green position."

This was for sure him. The boy with the chubby face, swoopy hair, and glasses. I walked over to the side and called the police and texted my mom. She was of course worried out of her mind. I told her to calm down, I was a capable 19 year old of doing adult things by herself. I walked back up to him and he was also sending texts at rapidfire.

"Hey."

The situation seemed like his eyes should have been filled with horror, but all I could see was all his energy glittering through his eyes. He was standing with his back against a brick wall and looking over at me, he let out a nervous smile, cheeks tomato red, light shaking in his hands holding his phone.

"Hey, I was just texting my mom, she's worried to death. I convinced her that I was capable of doing adult things by myself."

He let out a chuckle and flipped his hair our of his face.

"I can definitely understand that. Where were you headed to?"

"I was just headed home. It's been a long week at school. I gotta get a break."

It was true. I was so tired of school. An arts school is not just a walk in the park. I couldn't wait to sit in my bed and read, or maybe a nap. I couldn't decide. Then, I'll make myself some food, the regular cereal and milk. I also wanted to stream some League of Legends tonight (not like I had any viewers anyways).

"Really? What school do you go to?"

His eyes lit up again with that spark. He was tomato red, obviously from nervousness, because it was only 60 degrees here, in California. Not too cold, not too hot.