Scented candles - a pcy fanfic

3.

I look away. Not knowing what to say anymore. What does interesting mean? No one ever told me I was interesting. Interesting is not a word that is common in my vocabulary. I try to shake of this whole thing. It's just a sentence he had just said. It's not the end of the world.

My feet tangle themselves to each other so they don't swing around while the bus drives from fast to slow when he suddenly has to stop for a passing old woman with her new dog that she's so fond of that she doesn't realize that there is any traffic around her.

I follow her down the streets as far as I can, but my mind turns back to the bus as soon as I don't see her anymore.

My whole body is now starting to realize that I'm sitting next to a stranger and that I've been talking to him. I feel a little me inside me throwing confetti and congratulating me.

I've actually talked to someone. I can't remember when it was the last time that I talked to someone. It's strange how everything was kind of taken away from me a year ago and oh well. I hope to build it up again.

Hope, it's actually such a pathetic thing. We cling to it. We don't want to do anything ourself. We just wait and see how it turns out. Letting this world, this oh so dusty world do what it does best. In most cases only make it even worse.

I'll have to go to work tomorrow and I'm kind of excited. I'm always excited for work. Work distracts me from everything just like long walks. Long walks, ugh I miss those. I'm never able to walk longer than 15 minutes. After that, I need to be home.

I quietly stare at the candy wraps on the floor. I shove them under the seat in front of me causing them to make that annoying noise everyone did on porpose when you asked them to stop.

"Did I say something wrong?" the guy next to me asks, moving his head to side and leaning a bit forward. I jump up from the sudden voice and accidently hit my head against his. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I say and I touch the top of my head. "Are you okay?" I ask him while I slowly let go of my head.

He doesn't reply but he just stares at me. It's kind of scary actually. His soft dark brown eyes meet mine and he stays quiet. "Let me see." he tilts his head down and I move his hair to see if he got anything on his head.

"There's nothing." I look at him in confusion. Why isn't he saying anything? He looks up at me and says "Okay than it's good." and turns to the window. "One more thing." I see him nodding at the transparent surface and I poke him with my elbow. "You're balding."

"Where? What? When? How?-" he looks back at me with a worried look, which made me smile. "Shush, those are a lot of question," I untangle my feet "I was just kidding. Stop frowning it's scary." He smiles back at me and puts his index finger on the left back on his head where all his hair parts.

"But uhm, what do you mean with interesting?" I kind of regret asking once I've said it. It sounds weird and I don't want to make a fool out of myself. Ever.

With the finger still on his head he says to me: "I just meant that you're not like all the other people in this bus," I frown and he smiles a little. His cheeks are still covered with a pink flush and it doesn't seem to dissapear.

He waves his hands while talking and I look at them while he tries to explain. It distracts me of what he was talking about and I follow all the movements he makes. His hands look so different if you compare them to mine. They look elegant and soft. While mine look harsh and well, harsh.

"got it?"

I shake my head and just say "yeah I guess." without thinking of it. "That's what I mean." I frown again, I swear I'm getting a headache soon. "Most people would have listened to me if they asked me to explain something."