The Boy On The Bus //Hetalia: AmeriPan//

How It All Began

"Pleaseeeee Kiku" his voice pleaded "just gimme a chance I promise I'll love you and you won't ever have to doubt meeeee!" His sweet yet desp had gotten the better of me. I sighed in defeat "okay, but you know you will end up getting bored of me". The other cheered in delight and vowed that he would never leave my side. This was on a Sunday, 17th of May.

I awoke the next morning and got ready for school like it was an average day. I then proceeded to my bus stop and wait for the school bus to arrive. I should probably text my frie- Boyfriend now. I pulled out my phone and proceeded to text him

Me-Good morning ?
-Good morning xx

Okay ... good so far? I was never one for continuing a conversation so I waited for him to reply to me.

-Have a good day babe xx

Babe? I felt anxious at that word. It made my stomach spin and I'd feel dizzy often when he spoke like that to me.

Me- you too

I turned my data off and put my phone back in my pocket. The bus arrived shortly after. I had managed to gain a front seat which was good as I'd prefer to sit as close to the front as possible, I'd get travel sickness otherwise. We arrived at the next stop, this is where my best friend would get on Alfred... Alfred F Jones. I moved up to let him take the aisle seat. "Goood Morning !" He'd proclaim this to me every morning to lighten the mood for me.

Alfred and I had been friends since the beginning. At age 3 I attended a local nursery while my parents worked. Turns out Alfred also attended, I didn't want to talk to him though apparently I preferred playing by myself. And then later up in school about year 1 (kindergarten) we had become friends but I would hang around with 2 others mainly.

Eventually my two friends moved away, and I wasn't very sociable. But I would find myself hanging around with Alfred like a lost lamb. I spent most of my time alone with nothing but my imagination. Alfred would rarely come to me anyways. I was called all sort of names... loser.... weirdo... SWOT... loner... Ugly... I was even told to go back to my own country, I was bullied quite a bit. But kids can be cruel, this all happened between years 3 and 4 (grades 2 to 3).

But I'm now year 8 (7th grade) Alfred and I would always talk about the most random things on the bus journey. Our favourite tv shows, books, he'd even talk about girls and some boys he'd had a crush on and we be sworn to secrecy. It was our only time together through out the day (unless we had lessons together) but even then we would rarely sit by each other. I must admit that throughout the years I had grown to like him as more than a friend from time to time and ... well my current boyfriend didn't not like the sound of Alfred.

To be continued