The Boy on the Bus

We met on a bus. It was a Sunday. I remember you sitting down next to me and in my mind, I rolled my eyes. I heard the chain on your jeans hit the seat. I don’t like those chains. I didn’t even look at you. I just noticed a guy who was dressed in black. You were wearing a beanie. It was you who spoke first. Hearing me trying to help another passenger figure out his route but failing, since I just recently moved here, caught your attention. You were nice. Polite. Funny. We had less than ten minutes before I had to get off. For some reason you gave me your card. You offered to show me the city. Smart move. I got off and smiled. I met a boy on the bus. He looked like a member of the Sons of Anarchy and I was carrying a huge bag from the Disney store. I guess you didn’t notice. Maybe you didn’t care. Maybe you just liked talking to a normal girl, holding a huge pizza in her hand.

Bus Tickets - San Francisco

About haileyjaderyan

⋅ 34 ⋅ a rollercoaster ride ⋅ undateable ⋅ dreamer ⋅ explorer ⋅ disney obsessed ⋅ ♥
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6 Responses to The Boy on the Bus

  1. cinlorac says:

    All I could say and think after reading this post is, “Awwww” with a huge smile :)


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