Sunday - 12:34 pm
Traffic.
Probably one of the most boring things that I'll ever have to go through in my life. Especially traffic that doesn't move. And if you add five other teenage girls to the mix - all of whom are talking louding and complaining about their boyfriends and school work - you end up with a massive headache.
I try my best to stay interested in what everyone's saying, but when the conversation switches to student-teacher relationships, I zone out and instead take an interest to the people in the other cars around us.
At this point, none of the vehicles are moving, which lets me get a clear view of the other faces at the window.
The occupants of the car beside us are talking to each other animatedly, but the passenger behind the driver is, like me, not too interested in the conversation. He's also looking out the window, but he looks ahead at the road in front of the car, probably trying to find the reason why everyone's stopped.
His head moves to look at his closer surroundings, and before I can move my head to avoid being caught staring, he looks at me, making eye contact.
For some reason, I don't look away like I normally would. Instead, I keep looking at him.
I must say, though - he is quite attractive. I can't exactly see any colours through the slightly tinted windows, but I can tell that he has a light skin tone, and darker looking eyes. His hair - don't even get me started.
It was styled like all the other teenage boys's hair, but somehow it actually looked good on him. I decided to pinpoint it to his face shape, because that's normally what determines a girl's hairstyle. I'm sure it's not too different for guys.
When he looked to the other people in his car, I thought I had made him uncomfortable with my staring. I mentally face palmed, giving myself a mental note to not do that. However, when he looks back to me, I find myself smiling. I didn't scare him away. He smiles back, and for a few more seconds we stare at each other.
Then his lips start to move.
I form a confused expression on my face, showing him that I don't know what he's saying. He understands and holds up his hand. Wait.
I continue to look at him, but he drops his head. I can see his eyes moving, but I have no idea what he's looking at.
About a minute later I look away. This probably just means he doesn't want to continue the staring competition. I unlock my phone, still not caring much for the concerning conversation continuing around me. Especially now that they've switched the language.
My phone buzzes and a request for an image to be airdropped to me pops up onto the small screen. I accept and an image appears.
I hold back a laugh and quickly scroll through my camera roll, searching for an image to send back to him. I find one and add some text.
I select the share button, but I find that a lot of people have their receiving on, making it impossible to find which of them is the boy in the car beside me. I look back to him, seeing a worried expression on his face.
What's your name? I mouth slowly, trying to see if maybe he has named his phone after himself.
He shakes his head. I don't understand.
I ask him the question again, this time mouthing each word until he understood. That's when it got hard.
His mouth opens wide, and then closes again a second later. I frown and his lips form the same shape. Then I figure it out.
I nod my head in recognition.
R.
He moves onto the next letter, and I figure out what it is pretty quickly.
U.
The third letter is an E, and the fourth is an L.
I continue to look at him, expecting another few letters, but he stops and his mouth doesn't move any more. I put the letters together and frown.
Ruel? There's no way I got the correct letters.
I look back at my phone anyway, searching for the name.
Sure enough, Ruelz phonr is present, making me choose that option. The image is sent, and I only know it went to the right person when I look over to see the kid - Ruel - smiling. My phone buzzes again and another image appears:
I drop my phone in surprise, but pick it up and send another image:
At this point, my friends have stopped talking and are looking at me suspiciously.
"O que estás a fazer?" I jump, looking over to see the girl sitting beside me looking at me. [What are you doing?]
"Estou apenas olhando através do rolo da minha câmera." I reply, trying to sound truthful. I suck at lying. [I'm just looking through my camera roll.]
"Mentiroso." [Liar]
"Ok, tudo bem, eu estava conversando com aquele menino ali." I roll my eyes and give in. I quickly point to Ruel, making everyone look to him. [Ok fine, I was talking to that boy over there.]
"Ele é meio gostoso" The blonde haired girl beside me, Azaria, mumbles. I elbow her before Scarlett, the girl behind me, speaks up. [He's lowkey kinda hot though.]
"Can you guys please, for the love of everything good in this world, speak english. I don't understand Portuguese and you all know that."
"Well if you chose Portuguese instead of Greek like the rest of us you might be able to understand what we say. It's completely your fault." Poppi, the girl driving us, replies sassily.
"I'm not a sheep." Scarlett mumbles, making Poppi yell at her to talk louder.
"Girls, just shut up." Jayden, the other girl in the back seat, yells over Poppi, making everyone stop speaking. "Let's at least try to get along."
And with that, the cars began to move.
a/n:
from experience, i would suggest keeping your airdrop off at all times