This story serves at my first attempt at writing a novel length story. Please if you read this chapter give me feedback, you don't have to do it in a review you can message me. Yeah, I know we're all lazy but find it in your hearts to help a fellow writer.

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Congruent

You could practically call them twins. They were similar in every way; both had brown eyes and hair, exceptionally pale skin, long noses, skinny faces.

Not only that, but they both had specific similarities that were almost impossible to find on anyone else - like the burn on their right shoulder blade from playing with fire crackers, or the broken pinky from catching a football the wrong way. They slept with flat pillows, had occasional insomniac nights, and would rather be alone in a quite house than out with a bunch of their friends.

They both liked the same things - books, bubble gum, grapes, the color green, sitting on their rooftops and watching cars go by, climbing trees, the number 13, chocolate ice cream, crush, and would pick PS3 over Xbox any day.

They both disliked the same things too – the color purple, the number 5, apples, 7-up, rap music, lollipops, running, tomatoes, and raisins.

Although there were differences the major one was that Aaron was a guy and Naia a girl. Also, Aaron had a more aggressive and rowdy, but simple personality, whereas Naia was more clever and peaceful. They were similar in so many ways, but different in so many others.

Aaron and Naia had no idea that the other existed soon enough those parallel lines would intersect.

***

Naia

She was waiting at the bus stop for the Mississauga transit. Sitting inside a booth in the freezing weather wasn’t exactly her favorite way of starting the day.

It wasn’t like she had a choice. About four years ago when Naia was about 13 or 14, her mother passed away in a car accident. The driver that had crashed into her mother’s car also passed away. Naia had never actually met the other family, but she heard that the driver left behind his wife and a son and daughter around her age.

Just last year though, her father got re-married to a very nice lady.

Naia always felt like a burden and, often thought about getting a job somewhere. However, her stepmother would never approve of that.

After about ten minutes of reading a book Naia had borrowed from the library, she saw a boy walking towards her. He was wearing a blue hoodie and black jeans. He had his hood up so she couldn’t see his full face, but he had headphone wires leading from inside his hood to his pocket. With his backpack slung over one shoulder he sat down next to her.

Every now and then she would look away from her book to glance at him. She was intrigued by his existence; it was dead winter and this boy hardly ever wore a jacket. The odd days that he did wear one, it wasn’t ever zipped up and he would always be running towards the booth in fear of being late.

She had noticed a few things about him; he loved to blast his music and either intentionally or unintentionally bug the crap out of her, he usually slept in the booth, and he would sit in the same spot on the bus every single day.

He also seemed quite polite, or maybe just genuinely nice, because the few times that there was an elderly woman, he and Naia both got up at the same time. They would make space for the lady and her bag, and she would thank them. Usually this lady got to the stop right when the bus actually got to the stop though, so it wasn’t something that happened often.

She soon forgot about his presence and listened to the faint lyrics to “Sleep” by Imogen Heap echoing from his headphones. Naia continued to read the unorthodox book. It was proving to be a great pick.

When the chapter ended Naia decided that she would stop reading. The bus sure was taking a while today, most likely because of weather conditions.

She put the book inside her bag and closed the zipper. She exhaled and saw her breath a in the form of a little white cloud.

Right then she heard the bus come to a screeching stop in front of her. Naia got up and was about to leave the booth when she saw that the boy was still sleeping. She was going to wake him up when she decided against it.

She left the booth and stood at the entrance of the bus. Suddenly she felt a twinge of guilt for letting the boy sleep even though she knew that he would to miss the bus if he didn’t get up. She was just about to walk back and wake the boy up, but when she turned she saw that he was already up and jogging towards the bus.

Phew she thought.

She climbed the bus and the lady with the bag got onto it right after her. They exchanged smiles as they sat down. After her the boy got onto the bus, still looking rather drowsy, and not to mention cold.

***

Aaron

He was walking to the bus stop to wait for the bus that would take him to school. It was freezing and he could hear the snow crunching beneath his feet, despite having headphones in his ears.

To top it all off he had forgotten his damned jacket on the table at home. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and huffed.

A gust of cold wind blew his way. He shivered and then sighed. He’d much rather have gotten a ride from his mother. Oh how he’d like a warm car, heated seats.

It’s not like he really had a choice. About four years ago his dad passed away leaving the family with only one source of income.

-Flashback-

Annette fell to the floor, face and legs both bruised and scratched. Aaron ran between his father and mother and was able to take the next smash aimed at his mother face, which landed in his gut. It cost him two broken ribs. As he fell to the floor he didn’t let out one squeak. His mother gasped yet remained unable to do anything, still on the blood and beer covered floor.

Aaron got back up abnormally fast; the blow should have kept him on the floor for a few minutes.

His younger sister Madelyn was crying her eyes out.

Aaron's father raised his fist again, but this time only punched his son’s arm – Aaron remained indifferent to the excruciating pain.

“Stop it,” she yelled scrambling to her feet.

“I hate this family,” Shamus, his father, yelled, “I hope you shits die alone and on the street”

“Dad, please don’t go” Madelyn, the youngest of the family cried, watching from the unsafe sidelines.

There was a moment of warmth in Shamus’s eyes, however that moment was short lived. In fact maybe it was the alcohol. Shamus moved closer to his daughter in a menacing way. Aaron, with his bruised arm and stomach, was quick to react to this and ran in front of her in a protective stance.

His father turned around angrily. They could all tell he wanted to yell more obscenities but somehow he left without any words: and never came back.

Early the next morning they got a call from a hospital asking them to identify a dead body. They went to the hospital and soon buried Shamus’s body. They also dealt with the two broken ribs

-End Flashback -

Aaron’s father had gotten himself killed along with the innocent woman whose car was demolished because of the collision. He never really liked his father, but he did love him. His father used to abuse his mother and he was very violent when drunk. He would hardly ever show up at events like Aaron’s birthday, or parent-teacher meetings.

Ever since then his mother was forced to work extra shifts at the bakery.

Aaron had thought many times of getting a job, but each time his mother would convince him otherwise. He would however help out at the bakery when he was needed.

After a few minutes he had reached the booth. With Sleep by Imogen Heap blasting through his headphones he sat down. He finally noticed a girl sitting right next to him: he wasn’t the most observant chap out there.

She was wearing a green coat and black jeans; he could see her yellow shirt leaking from her coat. She had naturally curly dark brown hair, which was collected in a hair-tie.

Looking at the back of her head proved to be boring in a matter of seconds. He leaned in a little to see what she was reading. Funny, he was reading that book also.

He’d seen this girl all over; from the library to school to the park. She was everywhere.

He noticed a few things about her; she liked to read, she always wore her sneakers no matter the weather, she would occasionally hum along with the song playing on his I-pod, and every two days she would tie up her hair.

He leaned back wondering why he knew these things about a total stranger. He hardly remembered things about people so close to him.

Leaning on the glass he didn’t realize when he fell asleep.

He woke up a little while later, wiped the drool off his cheek and sat up properly. It didn’t take him long to figure out that the girl had left. He looked up and saw the girl boarding a bus. Crap that was his bus.

While jogging towards the bus he saw the girl turn towards him and then turn back to get onto the bus.

He brushed it off quickly and walked onto the bus after the old lady with the big green bag.

Aaron sat in his usual seat, leaned against the glass of the window and slept for the duration of the ride.

***

Naia

She got up as the bus came to a halt. She picked up her bag and the book she was reading. Naia walked off the bus and continued to school. She saw that the boy was right behind her.

This wasn’t exactly unusual. She and this boy walked to school “Together” everyday and took the bus “Together” also. Yet, they didn’t even know each other’s name nor did they have the intention of finding out.

Naia pulled out her I-pod from her coat pocket and put “Kimi + Boku= Love” by Tegomass on. She was singing along softly when she felt someone run by her. It was the boy, and damn he could run. He was up at the next signal before she could blink.

But why the heck was he running? They both had the same destination. Unless if… she checked her watch.

“Crap” she said out load. The bus must have gotten to the stop late!

She bolted forwards towards her school. While running she took her headphones out of her ears and wrapped the headphones around the i-Pod. It was only the second week of school; she couldn’t afford to be late!

After running for what seemed like an eternity, she reached the school with two minutes to get her books and go to class.

She ran to her locker on the first floor and got her books. From there she got her books and ran to the third floor, to English.

The moment she set foot into the cold classroom the late bell resonated through the school. She sighed a sigh of relief and walked over to her desk next to her friend Laurie.

“Hey” Naia said as she was tugging at the hem of her yellow shirt, still panting from the long run.

“Hey” Laurie made eye contact with Naia “Why is your hair covered in snow?”

“Not a hood person” she smiled at her friend.

“Uh huh, well you won’t be saying that when you have cold and you miss four straight days of school”

“That’s not going to ha-“she was cut off by Mr. Crawford walking into the classroom.

“Ok class; settle down” he practically yelled over his students’ loud voices “Pull out yesterday’s homework”

***

Aaron

He felt the bus stop with a jolt. He quickly got his backpack and walked off the bus. He started to school. He noticed the same girl he saw every morning since school started.

He didn’t care too much for her. Though, something that he found rather peculiar was the fact that every time he checked which book she was reading they’d both be reading the same book at the same time, or he’d have just returned the book. He didn’t think she’d noticed nor done it on purpose because he hardly ever read on the bus: it made him feel carsick.

Other than that he was bright enough to figure out that she went to the same school as him. Yet, he didn’t care to find out who she was.

A little while later he took his I-pod out, to change the song to “Kimi + Boku = Love” by Tegomass. He put it on and turned the volume high.

Out of curiosity he lifted up his arm to check the time.

“Crap” he muttered to himself. He was running late and he was going to get detention if he didn’t make it in approximately two minutes.

“Great! Gotta finish a fifteen minute walk in two minutes” He took his I-pod out of his pocket and wrapped it up. He began to run at a moderate pace, moderate for him that is.

He ran past the girl and wondered why she wasn’t panicking yet. Then again it wasn’t really his business.

To his astonishment he made it to school in exactly two minutes and could now walk leisurely to his locker.

Once he had gotten his books he walked up to the stairs to the third floor for English.

He sat down at his usual spot next to his friend Lawrence.

“Hey” Aaron greeted his buddy.

“There’s snow all over your shoulders” He replied.

“Gee maybe that’s because it’s snowing outside” He retorted.

“Right, or maybe it’s because you weren’t wearing your jacket” he smirked in triumph, “You forgot it didn’t you”

“Yeah” he huffed.

Just then Mr. Pyro stepped into the classroom “Ok settle down class” everyone shuffled to their seats and stopped talking “Alright homework check” She called.

So there isn't a lot of substance in this chapter but I swear to you it will get better when they finally meet, which will be soon.