Blog. ┆Muke [On HOLD]

2014.10.24

I sat there for a good half hour since I left the work earlier. Talking about my work, this boring shop of electricity technologies only provides me with a guaranteed feeling of humiliation by being shouted at by some middle aged man.

It's not my problem, that I'm far from a specialist of this sphere. I couldn't be less sorry because of it, however, I couldn't feel more down today due to severely angry clients. 

The music was getting on my nerve, and people passing were dying in my mind one after another. I knew, at home it won't be any better. My hands shook, my mind trailed. I looked around for my stupid ass crush coming to for a bus, he didn't.

And I sat there, waiting.

Waiting was the only thing that put me into oblivion, saving me from my mind which was replaying the moment's of the past that were even more embarrassing than working in that hole.

I dragged my feet over the pavement as I walked those two or three steps leading me to get into the bus.

The blonde quiff was nowhere to see, and the door of the half empty bus closed behind me. 

I watched the distant houses of the city center slowly moving away from my sight, and then, I saw him. I saw him running wild, running in that way where your breathing gets more rapid, and your heart goes insane with pumping your blood through your veins and you can feel its pulse under your skin. 

"Hey, stop the bus!" I shouted at the driver, and he hit the breaks, like he was a little kid who was caught taking something he wasn't supposed to touch, so he just drops it like he was doing nothing. It was a quick stop, what almost drove me out of my place. 

The vehicle stopped, the door opened, and a blue eyed giraffe, That Boy From The Bus Stop nearly collided inside catching his breath.

"Thanks for stopping, man." He gasped. His voice, was nothing too special, but pleasant to the ear. I wouldn't call it a music of angels, but it doesn't mean I shouldn't. His voice fits his face, which was blemished by redness, but anyway, ridiculously attractive. This was the first time I saw his face for real, not only his profile, and his stupid grin made my stomach churn. I wasn't angry anymore.

I wish he knew, that I was the one who helped his ass.

Or at least, I wish he looked at me once more.