So, this idea has been bouncing around in my head for quite a while and when i found out that my thread for Cupcake & Skittles wasn't working (is it still not working?) and i couldn't update. i typed this up. i meant for it to be a one-shot, but found out that it worked better as a three-shot (if that's even a word) i hope you like it. XD
x's & o's
~Belles aka Leanne
She's taking her time
Making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smile
And the look in their eyes
Everyone’s got a theory
About the bitter one
(To The Moon & Back, Savage Garden)
The music pounded in my ears as I settled into my bus seat. I leaned against the side of the bus, my head resting on the window and my legs lying on the seat without spilling into the aisle.
My breath caught in my throat as I saw him get on the bus and take his usual seat right across from mine. I discreetly watched him settle into his seat in almost the same manner I was sitting in mine. I continued to watch as he put in his earphones and turned on his music. In short, I was fascinated by this boy.
He was in the seventh grade, just like me. But that's where my knowledge of him ended. I had no idea what his name was or what he liked to do or if he had any brothers or sisters. All I knew was that he sporadically rode the bus home and he always sat in the same seat. The seat right across from me and he always listened to his iPod during the ride.
As the bus began to move I studied the boy more closely. His clothes weren't that unusual, and his backpack was a standard seventh grade guy one. But what I stared at most was his face. He had amazingly dark brown curly hair. Though part of his curls spilled over his eyes and made me want to reach over and gently brush the curls away.
His face was perfect all around, but I loved his eyes the most. They were the most amazing brown I had ever seen. And they seemed to tell me that he was a sweet, kind, comforting person, with a thoughtful and humorous side.
Could someone's eyes tell you all that? I don't know, but his did.
I began playing with my earphone cord, twirling it around while glancing up at him every few seconds. Letting my eyes follow the curve of his jaw. Drinking in the peaceful almost angelic look on his face. Then it happened.
He caught my glance.
His eyes stared into mine and I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. All I could hear was my music still playing in my ears. Meaningless words compared to the unexpected bond we were exchanging through our gazes.
It was him who finally broke our eye contact. The bus had stopped and he had to get off. As soon as the intense gaze was broken I looked down at my iPod focusing on the words printed neatly on it, not making any sense of it all. I refused to look up, afraid I'd do something stupid if I did, or that I had just imagined it all.
I spent the rest of the bus ride fantasizing about him and what it'd be like if he actually liked me. My daydreams strangely mirrored that of Cinderella and her Prince Charming. I pictured him sweeping me off my feet, telling me he loved me in a sweet romantic way, and ending it all with the perfect kiss. By the time I had gotten home, though, I convinced myself that that was never going to happen. That he wouldn't even be on the bus the next day. And that nothing that incredible could ever happen to me.
Imagine my shock when I saw him settle into his bus seat the next day. Riding the bus home two times in a row had to be a record for him. I was already listening to my music, but he was just holding his iPod in the palm of his hand, staring at it. Finally it looked like he had made a decision.
He tapped my shoulder. Surprised, I paused my iPod in the middle of the song. I looked at him quizzically. He just held out his iPod in one hand, staring at me. Without any words being spoken I understood what he was doing.
I silently took the iPod from his hand replacing it with mine. Then we both settled back into our seats listening to the other person's iPod.
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
(Dare You to Move, Switchfoot)
