Henclair oneshots not mine Part:1

Bus 306

It was raining the first day Lucas Sinclair ever met Dustin Henderson. It was 4pm and he was waiting for the 306 bus back to his apartment building. He had just finished his last class of the day, Economics 101. He was ready to get home and take a nap, having been going since 8 that morning.

He was standing under the glass cover on the bus stop, taking shelter from the rain. It was cold, only 50° outside with the rain making it feel even colder. He was huddled with a few other people, all impatiently waiting for the bus to finally arrive. All of a sudden a car came zooming past, tires hitting a large puddle and splashing everyone waiting, Lucas getting most of the dirty water soaking through his jeans. He cursed to himself, feeling the denim material clinging to his legs even tighter. He tried to tug on them from the outside, to no avail. He was gonna have a fun time prying them off later.

He sighed as the bus showed up, letting the others get on before him - bad idea. He swiped his bus pass, sighing when he saw that there was no more seats available. He walked to the middle of the bus, reaching up to grab a handle as the bus started to move again.

He looked around at the different people on the bus, mostly consisting of fellow college students along with a couple elderly women. He made eye contact with a curly headed guy, one who gave him a sympathetic look as he saw his attire. Lucas shot the boy a small smile before looking away, counting down the minutes to his stop, only 40 to go.

A few stops in and some seats were finally available, namely one near the curly headed boy from earlier. When the boy shot him an inviting look, gesturing to the spot next to him, Lucas quickly moved over, sighing in relief as he sat down. "Thanks, dude." He said as he turned to look at him, getting a shock at how much cuter the man was up close.

The man shot him a large grin, teeth on full display. "Anytime! Looked like you could really use a seat."

Lucas laughed softly and nodded, smiling back at him. "Yeah, you could say that. Anyways, I'm Lucas, you?"

The other guy's smile only widened. "Dustin."

The two struck up a conversation, talking about anything and everything. They talked about their majors, Star Wars, Dungeons and Dragons, the works. Lucas was surprised by how quickly he and Dustin had clicked. The two had only just met, but it felt as if they had known each other for ages already. He usually had trouble connecting with people, often coming on too strong and scaring them off.

But not Dustin. Dustin was just as enthusiastic about geeky stuff as he was. He was the one to launch them into the conversation about Spider-man, and how he was undoubtedly the best superhero. Lucas fell into the easy going argument, saying that Black Panther is clearly better than him. They got into a playful debate, both arguing their sides.

Lucas's stop came up in what seemed like no time, the conversation with Dustin making the time fly by. He stood up as they approached it, grinning at Dustin. "Well, this is me. Thanks for keeping me company."

Dustin gave him a toothy grin back. "Pleasure to meet you, Lucas. Oh, and Spider-man is definitely better."

Lucas laughed as he got off of the bus, no longer caring about the rain water seeping into his shoes and pants sticking to his legs as he thought about the cute boy with the goofy grin.

This routine followed them for weeks, sans the rain. Lucas would get on the bus practically every week day at 4 in the afternoon and find a pole to hold onto as the bus drove along. A couple stops later, once the bus had emptied up a bit, he would take his now usual seat next to the curly headed boy. Their conversations varied from day to day, sometimes about Star Wars and sometimes about how Mr. Laurent from the English department was “such a dick, dude.”