The Playlist

John Doe

His hair was short at the front but he had an amazing "emo-flip". It was brown like mine. He had the most amazing golden eyes, unlike my dull olive-green ones. His lip was pierced with a single ring on the right, just how I wanted to get mine done. He had a spike too, but his was possibly a size 7 or 6. It was like looking at a double. He wore tight black jeans with a rainbow belt and a black coat with a high collar. He smiled at me. I lowered my head phones.

"Hey....?" I asked, glaring at him almost, trying not to stare too much at this stranger. 

"Hi." He smiled again and looked directly at me. So we sat there awkwardly in the bus shelter. Stange guy, may I say. Cute, gorgeous and really seriously creepy. My music was blasting out "Jane Doe" by NeverShoutNever at top volume. I turned it down and changed from playlist to "Collide With The Sky" (Pierce The Veil album).  He wasn't soaked through, he looked perfectly happy.

Before I could raise my arms to put my head phones back, he butted in with his silky voice.

"What you listening to?" He asked, grinning almost. 

"Um...Hold On Till May?" I answered, hesitantly. 

"Good song, great album, legendary band." He laughed and continued, "Pierce The Veil, right?" I nodded awkwardly. 

I clicked back onto my playlist, skipping "Jane Doe" as it was a little scary to think I didn't know this person...he was the John Doe of my life now. 

"You may as well play it out loud if you're going to play it top vol." He smirked, trying to gain free music I see.

"But people will stare at us..." I said, he shrugged.

"Who cares! They need to learn what good music is!" I laughed slightly and unplugged the head phones. My speakers were pretty loud for a crummy iPhone 4s. It had already broken twice. 

As I had predicted, bypassers did stop and stare, a few cool kids and hipsters gave us a thumbs up. I grinned to myself. Song to song the playlist continued, he seemed to love every one of them. 

"So, what's your name?" I decided to ask, I don't just play music to strangers. Better get to know this epic person.

"Blake, yours?" He held out a fist and I bumped it with my own that was covered in lyrics and doodles, it snaked up my arm like a sleeve tattoo.

"Bethany. Call me Beth." I chirped happily as the rain fell on the roof of the shelter. The beautiful pitter patter of the rain drops hitting the plastic roof and echoing throughout.

"Pretty name, pretty girl." He winked and I smirked, shoving his shoulder with mine.

"Don't be a douche, please." I said aloud, meaning to only chant it inside my head.

"I won't be, so how old are you?" He smirked back at me, seeing my cheeks turn rosy.

"I'm 16, 17 in september actually."

"I'm 17, my birthday was a week ago."

"Happy Late Birthday stranger!" I laughed and he laughed too and we laughed along over an old Pink Floyd song.

We sat there, in silence for a while, listening still to my ever-going soundtracks. I didn't know Blake well, but I knew his name, his age and his taste in music. Which was pretty awesome in itself. Plus I'd rather be here than at home and he seemed pretty trust worthy.

"So, Blake, why aren't you getting on a bus and heading off?" I asked him, trying not to sound like a stalker. 

"I have no home? Well I do but its only a crummy little apartment I live in with my druggy-uncle and his old cat, Miss Tufsy." He tried to laugh but failed, the light fading slightly. "I might ask you the same question?"

"My house is empty right now, my bro and dad are gone for a while and mum's getting her hair done for some baby shower thing."  I sigh and roll my eyes. Trust mum to go over the top.

"Oh right...." He gave a small half smile and shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling out a Samsung. "Took me forever to save for this! Better get the best out of it," He laughed "May I have your number, cool-girl-who-I-just-met-at-a-bus-stop?" 

"Why certainly awesome-boy-I-met-whilst-freezing-to-death!" I chucked and asked if he was ready for my number, he said yes. "07-" I spilled out my number.

He sent me a text reading "Hey there stranger x".

I smiled and sent one back "Hey there creeper x".

A moment later I recieved a text reading "Stop being anti-social (; x".

So i replied "You're the one who text me first, you stop being anti-social! x".

He laughed and told me not to get my knickers in a twist. I shoved him. He shoved me.

Day turned to night and I could sense we were both hungry. It was actually only 6pm. We'd just been having the debate over Avenged Sevenfold or Asking Alexandria. Obviously, Avenged Sevenfold won. We decided that Falling In Reverse topped both.

"Wanna go to Macdonalds or somewhere cheap? I am anyway" I asked/said, I was in the mood for something fatty.

"Sure, I just wanna waste time." He grinned and I turned off the music, I hung my headphones round my neck and got up, stretching my limbs.

"Let's do it then!" We shared a grin.

Strangers-met by chance, spoke through choice, same taste by coincidence.