The Boy That Caught My Bus

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There's a boy that catches my bus that has blue-grey eyes as clear as the lake that the kids go swimming in,

he sits with his friends and laughs at a lot of little things,

but when his friends are silent he stares out the window,

I sit two seats behind him

and I think he's beautiful.

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There is a boy that catches my bus every morning, he goes by the name of Luke Hemmings. He has the most beautiful blue-grey eyes and I can't help from staring when he walks up the stairs. He sits in the same spot everyday, two seats a head of me, the window seat of course. Occasionally he'll laugh at the stupid things that his friends will say but when they're quiet he stares out the window.

The only time I ever see him is on the way to and home from school and I take those times for granted. I listen to the way that he laughs, the way that he tells his friends to shut up if they're too loud and obnoxious, the way that he rests his head on the widow and the way sighs like he wishes that he could be somewhere else.

Once we get to his stop he pushes his friends out of the way, slugs his backpack over his shoulder and walks to his front door with his head down. He barely lifts up his feet and keeps his hands shoved in his black jean pockets.

I sit two seats behind him, and I think he's beautiful.