bus rides with them | unspoken agreement
She would sit next to him, even if there was an extra seat here and there.
It was like an unspoken agreement with the two of them.
When the bus would near the street where he exit the bus. With his battered leather bag in hand, he would reach his long pale arm in front of the girl. He would press the little red button on the peeling yellow bar. He would then take out his earphones and wrap them around his phone before dropping it into his bag, along with an occasional thick paged book.
The boy would duck his head under the low compartment shelf over his seat and wait for the bus the come to a complete stop.
The girl would stand up, allowing the boy to squeeze through the already tiny leg space. He would then look at the girl and give her a small shy smile.
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Bus Rides With Them
Short StoryHe just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.
