Never Shout Never

Mistakes are a fact of life.

It is the response to error that counts.

Nikki Giovanni

Look Who It Is- chapter 1

The first thing you should know about trains, any public transport vehicle, is that they are noisy. The constant chattering, the voice over saying things like "Next stop, Glasgow Queen Street," in the same monotone voice, the sound of the train racing over the tracks. All of which could be heard over the pounding of the beats of a drum solo blasting in my ears. So, trains? Yeah they are pretty noisy. I could also hear the faint thudding of the heavy rain bouncing off the windows and feel the slight vibrations of the moving coach as I sat with my back against it. As I looked around the coach was starting to fill up as it left Lenzie station and everything looked pretty normal. Seeing as it was the start of the summer holidays it was busier than usual but nothing out of the ordinary. People were coming into he train in packs, seldom alone, and I smiled politely at the ones I knew but otherwise kept to my self. I was not normally heavily sociable but today, or any other day for he foreseeable future, I was basically not in the mood and just stared out of the opposite windows intently, watching the greens and browns of the trees mesh together as the train picked up speed. Shuffling uncomfortably I brought my legs up to my chin, placing my feet on the worn out seat, sighing deeply. Even though it was July mother nature hadn't seemed to have picked up on the fact and it as still a mild 9 degrees Celsius so I could feel the water vapour sink through my straight brown hair and onto my scalp. I seemed to be emitting some sort of force field around me as everyone was avoiding the two free purple seats next to me not that I minded to be perfectly honest, I was currently fishing my iPod out of my pockets so that I could try and beat my rubbish high score on temple run.

After about five minutes the train began to slowly come to a halt and people began fidgeting about collecting their belongings and searching for brollies while putting on coats. I hadnt brought any thing apart from myself so I simply slid past the past the bodies clogging up the exit and began to walk to the Starbucks at the end of station. Stations are pretty noisy as well with the additions of the pigeons flying about like they own the place. My headphones didn't do much to protect my ears from the commotion but being too lazy to remove them I kept them on. Can I just say that Starbucks hot chocolate is immense! The sugary sweetness was like a chorus of angels singing hallelujah against my tastebuds. Okay that was a slight overreaction but I'm just telling it like it is. With my hot chocolate as my companion and comfort I walked out of the station and into the slight drizzle with the intention of just walking about, possibly buying a few CDs from HMV and visiting Waterstones. Without realising it I had managed to walk almost all the way down the street and about to turn round a corner into a place called Merchant City. One thing you should know about me is that I'm the sort of person who feels so sorry for homeless people. It wouldn't matter if they had done things like drugs or had an alcohol addiction , just the fact that they had to beg and live on the streets pulled at my heart strings. So you can only imagine me when leaning against a wall was a boy. A boy. Not a man. A boy. He looked about what? Fifteen? My age. At the same time I saw a little coffee stand and my legs seemed to move of their own accord towards it over the concrete ground. Seeing as I had been out for a couple of hours I purchased two large hot chocolates, because I swear I'm addicted to that stuff.

I was now nervous as I hesitantly approached the boy. He was filthy to put it bluntly , from what could have been shiny black hair was covered in dirt and matted beyond belief . Clothes which could have been socially acceptable to a cliche b!tchy cheerleader in a cliche American high school, were torn and covered in God knows what with a side order of dirt. My heart went out to him immediately. I was only a few feet away but I still couldn't see his face. I felt a little happier when I saw somebody drop what looked like a couple of pounds into a white styrofoam cup that was next to him. I was still a little apprehensive about going over but again my feet seemed to have a mind of their own and took me over to the slouching boy. By this time I had regained the control of my body and the only thing I could find acceptable to do was sit down with him. So I did, gracefully I might add. Who am I kidding? I basically fell next to him( hurting my back in the process), for some strange reason he didn't seem to realise I was there. I would have coughed or something to get his attention but decided against it, and just placed down his cup of hot chocolate next to his money cup. This seemed to catch his notice and his eyes locked on. One and I swear I nearly drooled. He. Was. Beautiful.

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Authors note!

This is just a repost of the story look who it is by YouStoleMyUsername who is me it's just the profile went wacko so aye :) if anybody would be so kind as to make me a front cover would be gratefully appreciated:) seeya !