Blog. ┆Muke [On HOLD]

2014.10.27

I saw him.

Not only that I saw him. This time I was the one running late to the bus stop. I saw him getting inside from far away, when I nearly trembled catching my breath. I was luckier than he was on Friday, and being lucky is not my kind of a thing. Which made this time twice as fortunate. I was getting to work after hours and I needed to get to the later hour bus, so I was out of the hope to see the boy that kept me out of touch all the day. 

I run into the bus, quickly paying the money what costed to get to my neighbourhood to the chofer, I turned around looking for a seat to sit.

I have to admit; I've never taken a later hour bus to know, how crowded it might be.

You can make a guess who sat alone.

Yep, that's right.

The giraffe boy.

I dropped my backpack on the ground, softly scraping his leg. I couldn't help but stare at his face uncomfortably, as he looked through the window with his earphones on.

In my head I saw myself grabbing his earphones out and saying a creepy hi right into his face, but in reality, I sat down on the free seat beside him, feeling how my side touched his hand accidentally, sending a gallon of blood to fill up my face.

He indeed moved his face at me this time, with a simple glare. I just stared in front of me with a limp stuck inside of my throat, feeling how redness in my cheeks probably just changed into a purple kind of shade.

He turned back to the window, and I darted my eyes to the iPad in his hand, with a song title on it.

The Only Exception.

Oh dear, if he knew, that he was my only exception. There wasn't a boy until him to make my stomach flip around.

When I got out of the bus next to my apartment block, I looked up at the vehicle again. And those blue eyes met my irrelevant ones again.

Maybe next time it will happen, I will be the one who will say Hi.