Penny and Will

Chapter One

{P E N N Y}

||Scotland, 2012||

Penny sighed as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. The bus was late...again. Not to mention it was extra cold and rainy for an autumn day, even for Scotland. The wind blew the soggy red and gold leaves through the air, twirling them in their own clumsy little ballet.

She hugged her oatmeal-colored cardigan closer around her body and shivered. She should have worn her coat. Her mother had warned her it would be cold (and rainy), she'd told her to wear something warm.

 Penny hadn't.

She rubbed her arms through her sleeves, slipping her left hand into her pocket and producing her iPhone. She unwrapped her headphones from around the base, being extra careful as not to get anything wet.

She put the buds in her ears, pulled the cardigan's hood over her head and pressed play.

The new album from BOY started, and Penny tapped her foot to the beat as she waited for the extremely late bus.

Finally, the bus became visible in the distance, just as she was starting to consider simply heading home.

The bus stopped, the doors opened, Penny stopped her music. She walked up the stairs, smiled at the driver, and ambled down the aisle. She maneuvered expertly past many a rucksack and a knee to her usual seat.

Which was covered by a rucksack. A boy's rucksack.

The boy in question was quite a good looking fellow with his wind blown hair, green eyes, and tiny sugar-crystal freckles. He had it all. "Much too good looking to be part of this dreary setting," Penny thought. Unfortunately, all the cloudy sky and muted colors did was put forward even more what Penny could already see. A gorgeous boy.

And the boy looked up, his eyes catching hers. He looked curious.

"Why aren't you sitting?" he asked. God, he was American. The vowels were crushed by his tongue, not rolling off of it like caramel.

Penny pointed, determined not to show any of the effect he was having on her. "Your rucksack is on my seat."

"Oh. Sorry." The boy moved it. "There you go."

She nodded her thanks, carefully stepping over the boy's legs and settling into her seat, shoving her rucksack under the seat in front of her.

Penny looked out the window at the passing cars and buildings.

"What's your name?"

Penny turned. The boy was looking at her. Penny jumped a little at his voice.

"Oh, err, Penny," Penny said.

"Cool. I'm Will."

Will. What a nice name, wasted on an American. Shame.

Penny turned away again and waited for the bus to arrive at school.

[Author's Note: I am back! I have not died! I will make this longer later.]