bus rides with them | sadly for her
She shyly walked up to the boy and handed him his newly washed jumper that smelled of mint, and proceeded to sit in the empty seat.
Sadly for her, it wasn't next to him.
An elderly lady had already taken her seat and was trying to spark a conversation with the boy. The lady didn't mind the curt nods or shakes of his head, seeing as she talked enough for the two of them.
And it was like that for the next couple of weeks.
The eighty year old lady would plop herself down and would talk about her husband and grandchildren for the twenty minute bus ride.
The girl missed the boy's odd ways while she sat by herself acting miserable.
Her eyes were usually darting towards the back of the boy's head. Hoping, just hoping that he would turn around and meet her gaze.
Sadly for her, it never happened.
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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.
