Chase The Skies

Chapter 3

As it turns out Maggie and I were both catching the same bus. She wasn't on the bus I was before and I knew she hitched a ride with that trucker, but when I asked how she got here she quickly changed the topic.

I wasn't one to pressure anyone into telling me anything so I should Have been cool with it, but no - I had to get nosey and that landed me sitting next to an old lady and not Maggie.

I don't understand why girls had to be so touchy, do they grow up not being able to take a joke? And this happened a lot in high school, I'd make some remark about how frizzy her hair was or how much she weighed and I ended up getting a slap across the face or a knee in the groin.

And another thing about girls, why don't you just tell us guys what has you so upset? Or tell us how to fix it. We aren't mind readers, hell I can't even tell you what I'm thinking let alone what your thinking.

"Excuse me sir?" The old lady spoke in an old, kind, voice.

"Yes?"

"Could you reach my hand back up there," She gestured to the overhead compartment and I got up to reach her pastel colored purse.

"Oh, your so sweet!" She exclaimed and cupped my cheek, I looked over at Maggie, hoping she wasn't seeing this - but it's just my luck that we make eye contact. She probably thought I was some loser, she seemed so laid back and would probably tell this sweet old lady to buzz off.

But instead of judging eyes, I saw her eyes fill with tears. She gave me a sad look and quickly averted her gaze when she realized I was still looking.

Soon the bus drive ended and we had made it to Denver, Colorado. I let the old lady beside me get out before I stood. I kept shooting anxious glances at Maggie to make sure she hadn't left, luckily she hadn't bothered to get up.

I was just about ready to get up when the old lady turned around and met my gaze, "Good luck with her." She nodded towards Maggie and I was about to ask her what she was talking about, but she was already waddling out of the bus.

I grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment and ambled my way over to where Maggie was sitting in her seat. I stared down at her for a moment but when she didn't acknowledge me I sat down in the aisle seat beside her.

After a few moments of silence she spoke in a shaky voice, "You should've left me."

My eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"

"Because Chase," My real name felt foreign coming from her, "I'm not the type of person you should be with."

I paused and thought about her words, "What type of people should I be with?"

"You know... people that know what they're doing with their lives."

"I don't know what I'm doing with my life." I argued.

She turned her head so her face was no longer in her knees and her brilliant blue eyes pierced me, "I'm a mess. I'm the kid that your parents told you to stay away from."

She was going to bury her face back in her knees but I cupped her cheek and forced her to look at me, "We are all the kids our parents told us to stay away from. And as for the mess, all a mess needs is a little bit of cleaning, or the right person to look at the mess and call it perfection. And lucky for you Sweetheart, I'm the latter!"

She tried to fight the smile curving her lips, but couldn't hide it. "Love?"

"Yes?"

"Could you say that again without your cowboy hat on?"

I smiled and gave her an amused look, "Why would you ever want to see my horrible hat hair?"

"I'm not sure but I think the hat made that phrase about twenty times more romantic than it should've been, I want to test that theory." She replied honestly.