Bus Boy

For three years, I have taken the same bus to and from school. I see the same people every day, and over the years I have found out and awful lot about them – mostly from eaves dropping. Despite all this, we rarely acknowledge each other, leaving it at a small smile or a nod. Several months ago, I “met” Bus Boy.

That’s right, somebody new came to the bus. It was the end of the year, and one day as I was coming home from school, lo and behold there was a gorgeous guy sitting right there, in my seat. Yes – we do have specific seating on our bus. He was the height of hot. No kidding. He was a bit taller than me, brown/blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I sat across the aisle from him, determined not to start drooling.

I considered my plan of attack. If I got off the bus before him, I could “accidentally” whack him with my bag. That one’s always a classic. I could ask him if he was new to the area – but that’s a bit stupid. I mulled over my options, and before I knew it, he was standing up to get off. Damn. He got off one stop before me. I watched as he got off the bus, hoping he would look at me. But to no avail, he didn’t seem to realise I existed

And thus, my relationship with Bus Boy began.

From that day on, I continued my fantasy with him and every day tried to think up a way to talk to him. But no inspiration came. It just seemed wrong. Nobody talks to each other on the bus – who am I to break tradition?

Then the school year came to an end. I saw Bus Boy a few times throughout the holidays – at the local shops with friends, I noticed him at the beach as well. But he still didn’t seem to realise that I was even there. Despite the fact that my friend practically pushed me in front of him at the beach, I was still non-existent according to him.

He was still the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen.

The holidays came to an end, unfortunately, and I braced myself for the usual Back To School Syndrome (commonly known as BTSS).

School supplies where bought, and my school dress was taken down. At least that was one high point of the holidays – I grew.

The first day back at school started off being uneventful. We had the usual roll call in the morning, consisting of those of us who were still half asleep trying to get a nap, irritating guys throwing various things over the classroom – spit balls, paper planes, cricket balls etc. – and the usual gossips sitting there filing their nails. I sat down, next to a friend of mine as she filled me in on all the latest goss. I tuned out. I mean, it can’t be that great if it’s the first day of school can it?

Halfway through the day we had assembly – such a highlight of my life (NOT). Laughing and joking, we made our way in to the hall, ignoring the protests of the teachers to “settle down”.

As we sat down, I thought I saw a flash of familiar brown/blonde hair. I brushed it off – I was just dreaming of my Bus Boy.

Assembly passed surprisingly quickly, and I left to go to my locker. An acquaintance of mine, Charlotte, who had her locker next to mine said to me in a conspiratorial tone of voice:

“Have you seen the new hottie?” I raised my eyebrows? New hottie? Lead me to him!

I shook my head, giving her a look telling her clearly to go on.

“He’s so fine! Anyway, I think he has his locker down the hall.” She winked.

Just for a laugh I decided to go down and see if I could see him. About five metres away from my locker I stopped. No way. Bus Boy?

He looked up from where a teacher was passing him his timetable, and our eyes met. I forced myself to look away and continue walking. As I pretended to not notice him, even humming a few bars to Paradise by the Dashboard Light as I walked past.

He reached out an arm and stopped me.

“Don’t I know you.”

I did my best, err-what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. “I don’t think so”

I smiled graciously, pretending I had to move on.

“No – you take my bus don’t you?” Oh my god. He remembers me! I nearly died. But hang on a minute “my bus?” Excuse me Mr. It’s-my-bus-now, but I have been taking it longer than you.

“Maybe – I don’t really remember.” Wow. I really suck at lying.

He smiled. Oh sheesh he has a killer smile…

“My name’s Rob.”

I managed to smile back before I melted.

“Jess.”

He laughed and said something that nearly killed me.

“You know, this is going to sound so stupid, but I used to look at you every day on the bus and hope that you would talk to me…”

Oh god. Kill me now. He so did not just say that.

“So,” I answered, “need somebody to show you the ropes round here?”

“Do I ever!” He shot me a killer smile again.

I wasn’t planning to revert to a bus relationship now. This was the real thing. 

June 2004

Hmm…very cliché and somewhat crap. =) Oh well, I wrote this because I have a bus relationship =P hehe, and his nickname is bus boy! But I don’t think he’ll be turning up at my school anytime soon b/c I go to an all girls school *sigh* anyway. Review please b/c I would like to improve this. Or I might write a completely different one…I don’t know. Anyway

Love y’all!

Oh and PS – If you’re a meatloaf fan, how good is Paradise??? =)