Nico di Angelo and the Survivors

Best Friend Made on a Bus

I stared at her. What was she talking about ? I looked at her up down to realize that she had one arm leaning on the front seat with her legs crossed. She was still standing in bus (if you could called this upgraded vehicle a bus) aisle with a sight smirk on her face with a hint of worry in her eyes. I palm faced myself.

"My gods, of course you can sit here. I'm sorry, seriously," I said shaking my head and slamming it against the front seat. She giggled as she sat down next to me.

"No need to beat yourself up over that," she said smiling as I groaned rubbing my forehead.

"The fact that I was so stupid to not even notice you were standing up is already killing me," I grumbled. She made a pouty face at me and said,

"Hey I'm not that short!"

I laughed until some students in the front turned around and went shhhhhhhhh for about 3 minutes straight. The girl slumped in the seat and muttered, "filthy rich kids," before shooting them looks. I coughed in order to hide my laughter as she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the kids in front.

"What?" she whined.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Liar," she countered.

"You got no proof,"

"I just know,"

"Worst lawyer ever,"

"Shut up!"

I grinned as she pouted. Right when I was about to say something the bus moved forward and I hurt ny head against the front seat. Again. I groaned once again as I heard bouts of laughter beside me.

"You're messed up," I groaned as I sat up. She kept laughing.

"People in pain is the best laughter," she said when she stopped, finally, laughing. I shook my head and thought, you wouldn't know, as the bus drove forward. I looked outside to see the passing road.

"What the heck? Wasn't it already moving?" I asked out loud. The girl sighed as she glanced at the kids in the front.

"Those rich kids were saying like whole good-bye speeches to their mansions and if they had little siblings it was way more agonizing," she started before becoming teary eyed as she grabbed my shoulders, forcing me into a hug.

"Oh don't worry Benedict, I'll write you letters with my $1000 pen on $20000 paper. Then I'll also call you every day my phone that hasn't even come out yet. Do be a good boy and make sure to wash and feed ChiChi vegan only. I love you lots and I'll miss you!" she fake-sobbed in a sarcastic voice. I cracked a smile and started to push her off.

"Ger'off me," I grunted, pushing her back on her seat. She rolled her eyes and continued.

"I thought that bus stop should be the  least crowded, but noooooooo. There were about 30 rich kids all doing the same thing, so I snuck past them all into the bus," she finished. I shook my head and said sarcastically, "Poor you," to get punched in the gut. I groaned.

"#1 rule: don't get ME started," she said grinning wickedly as I rubbed my stomach.

"Rule noticed," I muttered, sending her one of my signature death glares only to have her smile wickedly again and cry out, "Oh no! I think death-glare boy it's going to kill me!" I grunted and shoved her a little, causing her to yelp as she struggled to not fall off the seat. I smirked.

"Take that rule into account with me as well."

"You are so going to be the death of me one day," she said sitting up. I gave her a confused glance.

"Who said I'll know you for that long?" I questioned. She smirked.

"Because now you're stuck with me. We're probably going to be the worst best friends ever." I thought about that abd grinned at her.

          "I think I'll be alright with that."