bus rides with them | unusual morning
The next Tuesday morning was a bit unusual for the girl.
The boy was at her bus stop.
He was sitting on the concrete leaning on the bus stop pole, fiddling with his jumper like always. The boy's eyes looked up and widened when he saw the girl walking slowly towards him.
He asked her why she was there.
She asked him why he was there.
He smiled at the ground sheepishly and patted the space beside him near the gutter. She sat down next to him, a little closer than usual. She rested her head on his shoulder and subtly inhaled his scent of chocolate and the smell of rain.
He tensed and sat a little straighter against the pole, but slowly eased into her touch.
They sat there, in their own company, just viewing the sun slowly rise over the line of skyscrapers.
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Bus Rides With Them
Short StoryHe just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.
