Shooting Stars - Klance

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This story has been rewritten bc of to many offensive comments. (Note is still up) Some serious adjustments have been made and I won't hesitate to delete a comment that offends me. Thank you and goodbye.

"Do this, do that, no not like that!'' Keith muttered frustrated. His older brother, Shiro, always played the chief. Commanding Keith to do chores around the apartment, unfortunately for the raven head. As if he didn't have enough to do for his classes. Astronomy is a tough class. Keith didn't even know why he had taken it in the first place. And why he didn't agree taking a dorm room, he instead moved in with his brother.Even though Keith was adopted at a young age, Shiro was a brother by blood to him. Sort of. His adoptive parents were very sweet too, and Keith appreciated that endlessly.

While muttering curse words under his breath, he threw the garbage in the trashcan, and sighed. Finally making his way over to the bus stop, that was 5 minutes away from their apartment. The scent of wet leaves filling the surroundings. Some trees half bare, and streets covered in multi-coloured fallen ones. Keith plugged in his ear phones, blocking everything out. He hated the world. He saw no point in all of it. He despises the season change. The weather circumstances. And mostly, he hated that autumn had a wet climate, meaning, that a lot of people took public vehicles to get to their destination. And most of the youth filled the busses' and the older youth of universities -that needed to- the tubes. Sadly to Keith's despite.

Then again, Keith could walk, but that would take him 30 minutes by foot. Not that bad for his situation in a large city.

The sun started rising behind the trees and buildings. The firs sun-rays peeking through. Keith lived around in the quiet part of the city. even if campus might have been 10 minutes away by bus, it was in the centre of the city. It was very busy and noisy over there. The raven haired male came to a stop, and stood at the same old rusty pole. With a bus sign, slightly bumped and crooked. Dirty, filthy and disgusting. It was the same as everyday. Keith hated it when there were breaks after the exams. Luckily he only had one more year to go. Two, If you count this one. The one week Autumn break had just ended. The halloween spirit had died down, but people immediately got into the Christmas spirit. It was only thee months away.

The familiar noise of a bus engine lead Keith out of his trail of thoughts. He turned off his the music playing through his ear buds. And decided to put the plugs away in the pocket of his jacket. When bus came to a stop, Keith got on, only now noticing it was packed. And by packed, it meant grinding-on-strangers packed. Keith showed his pass to the driver, who looked ready to kill himself. Keith mentally scolded the bus driver. Putting away the pass. He started to climb over bags, that were firmly seated between peoples legs for save keeping. He glanced at the people who were squeezed together on the small worn out, leather bus seats, their bags close to their chest. Keith stopped struggling and stood firm, grabbing one of the leather leashes that hung from a horizontal pole above him. His shoulder bag hanging loosely from his shoulder.

The bus was already late by 10 minutes. Keith had noticed earlier. Luckily he took morning classes, and was prepared by coming a half hour to an hour early.

Suddenly, the bus started to move rather roughly, some non-seated people losing their balance, but caught themselves just in time. Nobody was harmed, nor did anyone lose their breakfast. That would've been a chaos. But Keith spoke too soon, when he thought that. Out of nowhere the bus driver decided to make an unexpected, harsh stop. Slamming down on the breaks. Like he had heard Keith scolding at him earlier, for revenge.

Keith lost his grip on the leather leash above him as the 20 people who were standing up, along with Keith, attempted to keep balance. Failing horribly, Keith stumbled forwards, but someone in front of him fell backwards. Bumping against each other, Keith fell again but in the opposite direction. He closed his eyes, as to mentally prepare himself for the harsh impact with the ground. But strangely it never came. A lot of squeaks and screeches were heard throughout the bus. And a lot of bumps and people scowling filled the atmosphere.