Dreaming of Nightmares

Bus Mates

The next day I was somewhat reluctant to go to school, mostly because Noah texted me late last night to brag that his parents took pity on him and gave him money for gas. The only catch was that he had to drive his siblings to school therefore I was stuck to take the yellow cheese bus all alone. Even Emilie ditched me for Noah's old beat up Toyota that probably had its best days back in the 90s. So that left me, myself and I to take the bus and pretend that I didn't hate most of the people that rode with me.

 At 6:10 I woke up, five minutes before my first alarm was set to ring. Today I decided to make myself look a little bit more presentable or at least not like I belonged on the Strip taking pictures with the can-can girls that got payed minimum wage to stay out in the blazing Nevada sun and look provocative yet friendly. When I finally convinced myself that getting out of bed was a good idea I went into the bathroom and practiced my usual bathroom routine. Shower, put contacts on, brush teeth, and make up which mostly consisted of concealer, foundation and layer upon layer of mascara.

 Lastly I decided to go classic on my outfit. Black skinny jeans, an old cutoff band tee paired with my ancient Chucks. There, that should look presentable enough.

 Somehow I managed to have enough time left to have breakfast, which doesn't happen often, if ever. Most of the time I just get grab a granola bar from the cupboard and run out the door. Today though, I managed to actually sit down and have a low key conversation with my mom. Apparently some new neighbors moved in and I didn't even notice; in my defense I was over my head in summer homework because why do the homework in time and not stress about it when you can do it the day before and stay up till the next day to finish it. Procrastination is my best assets, or so Noah says. Also, the new neighbors were coming for dinner this Friday so I guess my plan to see the newest book to movie adaption that day with Emilie was not happening.

 It felt good talking to my mom after such a long time but after checking my watch I had to cut the conversation short in order to reach the bus and not have to run. I didn't want to waste my efforts to wake up early by missing the bus.

 As I walked to the bus, earbuds stuffed in my ears and loudly blasting a punk rock song about needing therapy, I tried really hard not to think about why I bothered to wake up early and not look like a hobo, even though the answer was basically sprayed in neon graffiti in front of eyes.

 When the bus finally came I walked on first and took one of the sits closest to the driver. Most people didn't want to sit there unless forced by circumstances -like me- therefore I won't have to worry about making awkward conversation with someone that sat on the space specifically reserved for my feet or my backpack, and occasionally Noah. Small talk, especially with people that I wasn't fond of , was not something I enjoyed doing in the early hours of the morning while still grouchy. Glad to see that everyone was going to the back of the bus I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. I knew that I wasn't gonna fall asleep on these horribly uncomfortable leather sits but that didn't stop me from trying.

 As I felt the bus' engine roar to life a hand hesitantly tapped me on my bare shoulder, sending tingles everywhere from my arms to my toes and back up again.There was only one person that made my body come alive that way but when I turned my head the outfit didn't quite match with what I imagined to go with the face; black skinny jeans with the same band tee shirt I was wearing. The faced that matched with the muscular body was the one I expected when the sparks shot through me. Gorgeous blue eyes, annoyingly long lashes and messy black hair. Luke.