The Dead Kings

Passing on By

Start of the Summer holidays, and instead of having a lie-in like I'd hoped, I'm carted off to America to meet up with my stupid sister and her stupid boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I love her to pieces and she practically raised me, but ever since she met HIM, she's been all gushy on the phone and that's just not like her. She can't stop talking about him and as soon as she found out about the holidays she insisted I come up to stay with her, which meant I couldn't use work as a riot guard from the mess that is Lisa. Knowing her, he's probably going to be another one of those throw away assholes, who'll be gone by the end of the week because they never understand how great she is; only with more tears and drama. Okay, maybe I am a little bitter, but only because she's been dating him for 6 months, and hasn't said a word about him until 3 weeks ago. Judging by how she speaks over the phone, I think her new man actually makes her happy. So why would she keep me out of it?

Suddenly, I'm jolted from my thoughts by a tapping on my shoulder. Rather irritated, I turn around to ask whoever it was if they have a death wish when my words die in my mouth. I'm not usually like this, but well... I was overwhelmed, okay?

The boy, well guy, in front of me has raven black hair of a sea-blue hue which seems to be growing off his head in short sharp tufts. He looks about 6ft 2, and has electric blue eyes; currently staring at me. If you want a summary, he's what the freaking Greeks poeticise about.

"Yes?" I bite out, trying to regain my previous edge, "What do you want?"

"I was actually wondering if that seat was free, but if you're going to be rude anyway, I won't bother with asking." It was strange, finding such a familiar accent among all the dull drawls of the the strangers around me. For that I was maybe very slightly happy that this guy had chosen to sit in front of me.

I turn my thoughts back to my sister to be disrupted by a slender hand, waving in my face.

"Hmm?" I ask, hoping he'll catch on. He doesn't.

"Seeing a relative?" At this I nod. He plugs in his earphones, satisfied with my lack of speech; as if it were by his own device. It's then that I realise that I don't have the slightest hint as to his name. Suddenly more flustered than I know I should be, I tell myself it doesn't matter.

Around an hour later the bus let out a hiss as it came to a grinding halt.

"Well this is my stop," He declared, and as much as I hated to admit it, it was mine, too.

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Well. I'm sorry that was so short and crap. It gets better? Please feel free to tell me what you think?

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