Midnight Orchestra

Take Your Sweet Time - The Bus Stop

My brothers are back in school, and I'm assigned to pick up my youngest brother from his school everyday. This just came to me while waiting for him. I dunno. Thought I might share this with you guys. :)

I started writing this the first week of June. Look what date today is. -_-

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Take Your Sweet Time - The Bus Stop

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Take your sweet, sweet time, 'cause I will be here when you change your mind.

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          Beep! Beep!

          The school buses' drivers honk their horns as they reach the traffic. It's almost five in the afternoon, and people are dying to get home already.

          That includes me.

          "Where the heck is he?" I groan, turning my head from side to side. I've been sitting here on a broken bench at the bus stop in front of the school for more than two hours already. Is my brother even here? What if he's gone home two hours ago because he's forgotten that his sister is waiting for him here in front of the elementary building.

          "Hey."

          My head turns to the guy sitting next to me. He's...a sight for sore eyes. His gray eyes are so calming, and his dark, curly hair's slightly tousled to make him look a little laid-back. And his smile is so...

          He can see me checking him out, can't he?

          "Hi?" I breathe. I didn't mean it to sound like a question, but I guess I was too breathless to pay close attention to my actions.

          A grin replaces his casual smile. "Hi," he echoes.

          I just stare at him. I don't really like talking to strangers. Not even attractive ones. When it gets really awkward, I huff some air out and stare at the doors of the building in front of me, a pair of olive drab doors with a rectangular glass window at the center of each door.

          "So," the mysteriously handsome stranger begins, draping his arms over the bench, "ya waitin' for your brother eh?"

          I narrow my eyes. "How did you—"

          "Seen you waitin' 'ere for hours, miss. And I heard you groaning about your brother." He grins again. "Thought ya'd like to 'ave someone to chat with."

          There's something strange about his accent. It's not British, I think, but it's close to that. It sounds like a different sort of British. Anyway, I smile at him, muttering a "Thank you." He seems like a nice guy.

          He nods. "You're welcome."

          Gosh, this is awkward.

          "What are you doing here?" I ask, but I guess I sounded too snappy for my liking. His brows furrow. "I mean, of course you're not here just to talk to me and keep me company. Are you waiting for someone too?"

          "Ah, yah. Am 'ere for me sister, miss."

          "Kalie," I supply.

          "Kalie?"

          "My name's Kalie. Kalie Rosman."

          He inches closer to me, looks me in the eye, and smiles. "Nice to meet ya, Kalie." My name rolls off his tongue sweetly, in a way no one else has made me feel before. It's like...I want to hear him say my name again, over and over, 'til the end of time. "M'name's Davey Gillen."