BBS One-Shots

Transit

Brock gently tapped his fingers along to the beat of the music playing softly in his ears. He would have been humming or singing along as well, but he was on a public transit bus and he wasn't very inclined to make people look at him. He was incredibly shy and awkward around other people, and in more public situations like this, it would be much worse than usual.

So Brock tapped away gently, the beat sounding just like it did in the song in comparison to it being on his leg, despite the slight change in sound. He looked up slightly as the train came to a stop. Not where he was getting off, that was for sure, just a stop in between, but he suddenly felt oddly anxious.

A few moments later, a man with short, black hair, walked onto the train and sat across from Brock, despite the numerous amount of empty seats around them. It wasn't too unusual, but people normally didn't like sitting close to one another.

He had messy, muddy eyes and an unsettling aura to him. Brock turned his music up a bit louder, turning his head away from the new arrival on the train. He was extremely unsettling.

Brock could feel the eyes practically stripping his down and he tensed up. He turned to see the man with the terrible haircut and the sly eyes looking at him.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" he asked, even though he was already sitting down. It was a very stupid conversation starter, but because Brock was Brock, it would work.

Brock nodded, trying not to be rude to someone he didn't even know the name of. For all Brock knew, he could either be a priest or some sort of sexual predator. He had no idea, so he decided to be kind. Brock didn't like him, but he wouldn't be rude. He couldn't be rude, that was just insensitive.

"Thank you for letting me sit here...?" the man smiled, waiting for Brock to say his name.

Brock didn't know if he should lie or not, but he was terrified of making it any more awkward for himself or uncomfortable for either of them, so he just said the first thing on his lips.

"Brock. My name is Brock." He cursed himself internally for stating his real name. What if this guy was a murderer? Honestly, if he was, Brock wouldn't be very surprised.

"Oh, that's a really nice name. Thank you Brock."

Brock just nodded in response and looked away. He wouldn't say thank you, but the fact that he got a compliment made him blush a little. It didn't really matter how off the man might have felt, the embarrassment of being complimented showed on his face. He never got complimented, so hearing something kind about him from some random stranger deserved the reaction it got.

"I'm Peter, just to let you know," the guy announced, seeming to like how shy Brock was.

"It's nice to meet you, Peter," Brock responded softly, glancing over to see the man still looking at him. He looked away again. He did not want to continue this conversation, mostly when his stop wasn't for another ten minutes or so and he really didn't want to listen to this guy.

"You're really cute when you're acting all shy," Peter commented, the smirk evident in his voice. Brock could almost feel the eyes just raking his body again, and he shuddered inwardly. He gave Peter a smile, albeit a clearly uncomfortable one, and said nothing again. Brock hoped that his silence would deter the man that kept flirting with him, but it only seemed to make him think that Brock wanted him to continue.

"So, where are you headed?" Peter asked, eyes shining. "Anything that has to be done immediately, or anything that can wait?"

Brock knew what he was getting at, but he couldn't lie very well. He could lie if he'd thought it out, but he wasn't good on the spot. He'd never been good at lying anyways. He was told he was always too honest and kind.