Headphones // m.c {EDITING}

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[2]

|chapter status:edited|

Michael walks out of his apartment, pulling his black hoodie over his head in attempt to hide his neon pink hair. Today is fairly colder then the day before, resulting in Michael having to wear jeans and a hoodie.

He steps on the bus ready do to his daily routine. Which really consists of him going to a local star bucks and getting 'double chocolate chip' coffee free, then walking for a bit and then grabbing a bite then going home. But Michael had one thing on his mind - that girl from yesterday. Will she be there today? Was she just visiting?

Michael had a weird obsession with this girl, even though he's only seen her once. Something just seemed so mysterious about her.

After he finished eating at a local 'Flaming Amy's Burrito Bar' he is done with his routine and ready to see if that girl is still there today like she was yesterday. Michael wonders if she'll be eating different type of cookies, or will she be eating any cookies at all? Many questions ponder in his head until he finally reaches the bench in front of the bus stop and sees the girl, laying on her stomach reading a book, hello kitty ear buds in and eating some type of cookies.

His stomach does flips inside for no apparent reason, maybe just the sight of someone he knows exciting him? He shrugs walking over to her, sitting where he was just yesterday. She looks up at him again but shrugs and looks down at her book and continues to read, occasionally snacking on cookies. Michael can't tell which kind they are. The air is so humid and cold, not helping with the wind either but she manages to keep her pages in the book from flying around.

He taps on her shoulder and points towards the bag of cookies, she nods, digging for a cookie in the bag before plopping it in his palm. He sniffs it just to make sure before taking a bite. Raisins and oatmeal cookies. He immediately gags and struggles to swallow it causing the girl to let out a small , silent laugh before handing him a napkin. He takes it from her and spits the cookie into the napkin before tossing it in the trash can, making it directly. He just laughs before looking down at the girl who is now reading - again.

4:07pm. Bus being late again for Michael and the girl, seeming they're the only ones at the bus stop today - probably due to the weather. The bus is usually late on Sundays, Michael thinks is because some people go to church but little does he knows that it'll thunderstorm later on.

"Dammit" Michael curses under his breath, a rain drop falls right on his brand new black vans, causing the other girl to laugh dryly the corners of her eyes crinkling which Michael thinks is awfully adorable.

"Michael" he says, holding his hand out. She just looks at him for a few seconds, she looks into his greenish blue tinted eyes, it reminds her of the book she's reading. How the girls eye color changes by her mood, red meaning sad and green meaning love. But her thoughts flood with memories and she begins to read her book, some salty tears gathering in her eyes.

She isn't experienced with boys, or really people at all. Her reading books was her only look into the outside world. She doesn't go to school.

Michael doesn't know what to do, he's a clueless teenage boy who has no experience with women at all. He tells himself that it's the rain, but he knows better. He knows that she's crying be just doesn't know why. Michael just decides to leave her alone and mess with one of the bracelets on his wrist while the girl silently cries, making it seem like she's reading but she's not.

Finally at 4:16 the bus pulls up while the girl silently gathers her things and stepping on the bus followed by Michael. The girl walks along the pathway getting weird looks from other residents who are using the bus's free transportation. She settled on a seat in the far back - Michael sitting towards the middle. He wants to give her space, that's the only thing he really knows about women - is to give them their space and they'll respect you.

The ten minute bus ride consists of grumpy old men bumping into Michael and the girl laughing silently. But Michael could see her laughing, even though he couldn't hear her. When it came to Michaels stop she was still on there, in the back, reading her book, snacking on gross oatmeal raisin cookies while listening to music. Michael died for her to at least wave goodbye to him or tell him her name but no - she's caught up in her book. Michael sighed and got off of the bus.

But the girl wasn't reading, she was looking at Michael walk alone to his apartment where his cranky alcoholic father waits for his son to show up only to complain about how Michaels music taste is, or how pathetic he is because he thinks that there's someone out there who cares for him. She just admired him, how she thought he was imperfectly perfect.

|| also I am re-writing this book because my writing was absolutely horrid two years ago||