Rory Culkin X Reader (Short Stories)

Story One

615 - Words

---Rory's pov---

Every day she's there, wearing that same stylish black coat every day. Just the sight of her makes my day, I wish I had it in me to speak to her. But I don't think a attractive woman such as herself would be interested in a boring guy like me... Honestly I'm surprised no one ever tries talking to her, maybe I'm the only single man on this damned bus... Every single day...

Well whatever the reason I'm sure my luck of it will run out soon, someone will talk to her sooner or later. Then I'm sure I'd loose any opportunity I might have had with her... I don't want that... She makes me feel happy, even though I don't even know her name. I wonder if she likes music... Or dancing... Maybe I should ask her to go dancing with me sometime... No that would seem creepy... Coffee or hot chocolate? Or we could just go for any kind of drink, or maybe just a walk? Would it be strange to ask her to the movies? Maybe she isn't a fan of films, maybe she would prefer to stay at home, and eat some Thai takeout, or maybe even just pizza. "What would a girl like her even like?" The thought nearly spilled from my lips, as the bus came to a stop... My stop...

---A few hours later---

"So did you talk to her yet?" My coworker and long time friend Kyle smirked at me. "No." I muttered before turning my attention back to my lunch. "Why not dude, I mean how hard can it be? You walk up to her take that open seat beside her, and say hi my names Rory and I've been watching you like some love sick puppy for the past three months. Then she'll giggle and you'll ask her to dinner, and she'll fall in love with you, and you'll live happily ever after." Kyle chuckled taking a sip of his protein drink. "Right." I rolled my eyes sarcastically, trying not to smile or laugh at his stupidity. "Just talk to her man, before someone else does." Kyle warned before throwing out his trash and leaving the brake room. "I know." I mumbled under my breath toying with what was left of my lunch, having lost my appetite. "But how?" I sighed closing my eyes, frustrated with myself.

---The ride home---

There she is, as always. Watching the world go by through the window, a board look in her eyes. I wonder what her favorite color is... Better yet I wonder what she dose for a living. Is she happy with her life, with her job?... Is she single? I bit my lip a little worried I had fallen for a girl who's in a happy relationship. What if she's married with kids? Faintly I shook my head not trying to draw attention to myself, but I can't put this off any longer. I have to talk to her, I will talk to her.

I stood just as the bus came to a stop the unexpected motion almost causing me to fall. But I caught myself in time, a new found determination running through my veins. Determined to finally say hello, but as the bus driver called out the stop I realized I couldn't. I was home, and I couldn't spare the time it would take to catch another bus home.

Tomorrow then, I'll say hello tomorrow. I frowned at myself for taking to long to try speaking to her, but I won't make that mistake again tomorrow. For now it'll just be another lonely night of me wondering about what if.