Rey is sick and fucking tired of his boring ass town. Full of homophobes, racists, and ugly white people. He's also lowkey depressed and has an ed. He thought life was this stupid ass chore until Mike, popular ugly cutie, moves houses and is now on his bus. Sharing a bus seat and small talk with Mike seems to be the only thing Rey ever looks forward to. As the two start to spend more and more time together, they are confronted with the question of what their true feelings are for each other. Platonic? Or maybe something better? WHO KNOWS? *shoulder shrug*