Please keep this in mind when you're reading this story: I wrote this when I was fourteen. It is filled with spelling and grammatical errors, and some nonsensical chapters, but I had fun with it so I hope you enjoy it. I may edit it one day, I may not...

I'm in love with my bus driver. No, he's not some creepy old man who couldn't find a better job so he had to convert to being a bus driver for the rest of his life, no. Luke's only nineteen, and this is a temporary job for him.

Luke, that's my bus driver. The bus driver that I'm absolutely, totally, head over heels in love with. I know, I know, I'm crazy, I need to see a shrink or something, but I can't help it. It's how I feel.

I know I'm only sixteen and there's a three year age difference, but Mom married dad when she was 22 and he was 30, so it can't be that bad, right?

Luke's real name is Lucas, but he tells people to call him Luke because he doesn't like Lucas. I don't know why thought, Lucas is a nice name. Sometimes he lets me call him Lucas, but only when we're alone.

Ironicly I'm the last stop going home, and the first stop getting to school.

Every time last period is over, I rush to my locker, say bye to my friends, and run to the bus. I sit in the back, to make it seem like I don't want him, and that I'm not interested, but once everyone except me and Luke are off the bus, I slowly make my way over to the front, and we have long chats about how the weather is getting colder and colder by the minute, or what he did on the weekend, or how he plans on going to college next fall.

Yep, that's what me and Luke talk about.

One day, he even came over for dinner. Mom thinks he's the sweetest guy she knows, and she said when I'm old enough, I could date him.

Fat chance that'll happen.

He probably only talks to me to pass the time until I get off of the bus. Oh, I really hope he doesn't do that. I don't think so, though. He always seems happy when I talk, and when I bring him a fresh bagel filled with creme cheese from the Tim Horton's across the street from my bus stop.

I'm the first stop in the morning, and there's no one else at my stop, so no one sees me doing this. I want them to though. I want every girl in grade 11 that has a crush on Luke to be jealous that I get to bring him fresh bagels in the morning and they don't.

I'm talking crazy aren't I?

Well, how could I help my self? Luke is one of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever seen in my life. Aside from Brad Pitt that is, whom I have a slight obsession with. Luke kind of looks like him.

Same eyes, same nose, they almost even have the same hair, except Luke's is kind of darker. Like a sandy brown kind.

And every time I get on the bus, and hand the fresh bagel over to him, as I take a sip of my hot chocolate, he gives me that stunning grin that girls at my school just swoon over every five minutes.

I don't blame them, though.

It's gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

Sometimes I just want to rip off all my clothes right then and there, and jump on him. But that would be inappropriate.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I always get this feeling jumping in my heart when ever I see him. Whenever he smiles, whenever he calls my name and gives me a cute little wave, or whenever he gives me that nod he gives to girls he usually likes.

It's not love, no way, it can't be. I'm only sixteen, I don't even know what love is.

Oh, it's so love.

I, Vanessa Devlin, am in love with a bus driver.

Someone please help me.