bus rides with them | fireworks
The girl was constantly looking at the view at every possible angle. She slid closer to the railing and closer to the boy, she turned her head around to see behind her and almost fell out of the painted blue metal seat. She let out a sharp yelp and stayed as still as possible for the rest of the ride.
The two jumped lightly when a low thump and then a sharp crack echoed through the sky. Both of them looked behind them and saw a shower of red sparkle through the night sky.
The boy turned to the girl with complete adoration as he saw her eyes dance in the colours. He reached out for her soft rosy cheek and turned her towards him.
Ignoring the bright fireworks that was happening right behind them, he inched closer and closer to her. The boy's hand found its way to the small of the girl's back, bringing her closer ever so slowly.
Her breathing hitched as she felt his minty breathe fan her face.
His breathing hitched when she fluttered her eyes closed.
And when their lips touched ever so softly, they felt like they were flying higher than the fireworks.
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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.
