Never Again (boyxboy)

One

I never noticed it was raining until the moment I stepped out the apartment building. Wind quickly came rushing to my face, making me feel every bit of its presence. The rain was quite the downpour, not the kind of things you'd expect during the summer. But still, this rain was all I wanted after all the heat summer was giving off.

I was on my way to work and decided to take the bus– which I don't always do, but I did because my dearest friend, Angel, decided to take my car for her silly trip. But anyway, yes, I rode the bus to work today. I'm so proud of myself.

I quickly ran through the rain towards the little waiting shed across the street. There wasn't a single bus in sight. I took out my phone from my pocket to read the time. It was only a quarter pass 10 o'clock. I was perfectly fine with that. I shoved it back into my pocket and kept my hands in there. Just like what anyone who's waiting would do, I looked around—down, up, right, and left—for something suspicious or random to happen.

But I realized what I see every day is the same. Some guy, who always is in a hurry, with a tray of four venti-sized Starbucks coffee and another cup with his other hand. I see the same old fellow with a hat walking pass the apartment building. And some other days, an Asian lady with her little baby girl will cross the road as if some overspending truck was coming towards them.

I laughed as I saw them cross. I always do.

Around five minutes or so, a bus finally stopped in front of me. I hopped in and greeted the old man driving a good morning. He just flashed me his good-morning smile and clicked something to shut the doors behind me.

As always, the bus nearly had anyone in it. And today, it was just me. Great. More for me then. I took the seat around the center of the bus and took the one by the window. I placed my little backpack on my lap and held it against my chest tightly. I hold onto my bag like this for Precautionary Measures. My friends always tell me to hold onto my stuff like this in public transportation. But never did I hear anyone got robbed in one of the busses around this area.

The bus was running smoothly and my eyes were all out the window when suddenly the old man driving slammed on the brakes, throwing me towards the seats across me.

"Are you fine back there?" The man asked.

"Barely!" I answered, rubbing my nose. Luckily I didn't hit it hard, I just sat back up to where I was seated.

The bus doors opened and I heard someone run in rushingly.

"You shouldn't cross the road like that, young man!" I heard the driver spoke. "I have a passenger back there!"

"I'm terribly sorry," said the guy, gasping for air, "It won't happen again. I hope."

"Just go and take a seat."

I pretended not the hear their whole conversation and just continued glancing at the drops of rain on the glass.

"Hey," the guy spoke, "is this seat taken?" He probably was pointing the seat where my face landed on.

I just shook my head and shrugged, not looking at him. He laughed.

"I'm sorry about the whole bus stopping so suddenly," he said with a little laugh in his tone. "Hope you didn't fall off your seat."

I studied his accent. He wasn't from here.

"I'm fine." I told him and took a quick look at him.

He was soaking wet. I mean his hair and clothes were soaked. And I fully came into a conclusion that he was a foreigner. He didn't look Briton, not a trace.

"Are you from around here?" I asked, trying to sound as polite as I can after this random guy got my face onto a seat.

"No."

"I figured." I said plainly. He just laughed.

"I just got here last week. I'm from the States," he said, jerking his head to the side.

Oh. He's American. Just like I am.

"You're not from anywhere around here too aren't you?" He asked. "You look a little but more of Canadian to me."

I giggled. "Nope."

"Then where are you from, then?"

"The States." I answered.

I studied the guy further while I had the chance. He had a white v-neck Abercrombie shirt on, layered with a dark denim button-down, and a good pair of blue denim pants. He had golden blonde hair and fairly toned skin. He looks pretty American to me.

He broke the awkward silence with: "How long have you been here?"

The bus stopped. But no one came in. The rain was harder in this part of town and we were stuck at a red light.

"Been here for almost a year now." I sounded cold.

"Wow" was all he said.

The bus was nearing my stop and I begun to prepare my stuff, checked on my phone, and myself before I got up.

"Hey," the guy said, and I looked at his way. "Can I, by any chance, get to know your name?"

"Ren, Ren Radds."

"I'm Blake. Blake Austin." He held his hand out. Not to be rude, I took his hand and shook it. "Nice meeting you, Ren."

I just gave him a smile, waved and hurried my way out of the bus.

Now, work.

[Author's Note: I'll keep chapters short and straight up since I'm only working on my phone. I'll get to long and wordy chapter later.
Hopefully, this story will be finished before my mind drives off with other plots in my head.]