Patrick stood bundled up with his hoodie securely zipped and his trucker cap pull low over his head. he held onto the poll in the front of the bus. he was going back to college from winter break, where his mother insisted he stay home. the bus was packed with freshman who's mothers were the same way.
Patrick minded his own business, pulling his books closer to his chest because the bus was so cold. winter in Chicago was not the most pleasant.
suddenly the bus driver stopped short sending Patrick and his books flying.
he slammed into another boy standing by the back of the shuttle. somehow, the boy caught him.
"i think you fell for me." the boy said, pulling Patrick to his feet. the whole bus applauded him while Patrick blushed.
the boy smirked wildly. it was a pretty good pickup line. and Patrick certainly did fall for him, metaphorically and physically.
the boy had long emo hair with a red streak down the middle. he had beautiful whiskey eyes and perfect tan skin. he was also wearing the tightest jeans Patrick had seen.
"don't be shy," the boy whispered. "i would fall for you too cutie."
Patrick blushed at the comment. the emo boy also hadn't removed his had from Patrick's.
"i-I'm Patrick..."
"hm, cute name. I'm Pete."
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