camp

harry

Three days later I'm waiting at some complex to get my name marked off so I can get onto a bus and sit next to a stranger. Yay. "Elizabeth McPhee?" A stranger calls, damn, he's attractive, his has a blonde quiff and exquisite blue eyes.

I stop gawking at him and stroll over to this hottie. "That's me" I squeak, barely able to keep my cool. "You're 16, correct?" He eyes me up, focusing on my cleavage, slightly visible in my low cut, navy blue shirt, pfft, perv. "Yep, 16" I state. "Okay beautiful, you're in bus three" he winks. I thank him and trudge towards bus three.

I shuffle awkwardly down the aisle of the large, coach-like bus, noticing that there were around ten people on board already, I get to around half way and sit in my assigned seat. I pull out my black (surprise, surprise) iPhone 5s, plug in my headphones and start playing 'American Idiot' by Green Day and lean my head against the cold window.

After a couple more songs a boy with brown, curly hair, illuminating green eyes and adorable dimples casually strolls onto the bus, he makes his way towards me and sits down in the empty seat next to me. I pull out one head phone and slowly turn towards him.

"Hey" I simply state, "I'm Liz". He gawks at me as if he's never seen a girl before. "And you are?" I continue. "H-Harry, I'm Harry" he gains some confidence as he says his name second time. "So, what got you here?" I ask, trying to make it seem casual, I'm curious as to what this guy could've done.. "Well" he starts, a dark look possesses his green orbs, "I killed a man."