Seatmate

He's absolutely stunning. Dark hair, shiny green eyes, strong jaw line. Gorgeous. He was only meant to be my seatmate. Nothing more nothing less. I am utterly fucked. If he doesn't stop looking at me like that, he's gonna find out real quick why they call me golden retriever energy. Hi, names Quinn, 23 years old, on my way to travel the world, just got out of a bad situation. Let's get this bus rolling.... literally I'm fucking starving.

"Say something Atlas, don't make me take your rolos!"

"You motherfu-"

I'm Atlas...obviously. 26 years old, on the road to my dream school in Ireland. Had a falling out with my parents so I'm on my own for everything, I don't mind. Less of a damn headache. Now leave me alone and let's move on. And give me back my damn rolos Quinn!

"CUT THE CAMERAS! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!"

"IF YOU JUST LEFT MY ROLO'S ALONE WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SITUATION!"