Her :

She sat on the last seat in the end of the bus. She looked outside and saw nothing special. She just sighed and kept listening to her iPod. The same boring songs she had been listening for for a while. After a few minutes she opend her bag and got out a lipgloss. She applied it while looking in the mirror. When she was done she ran her hand through her hair. She placed back her mirror and lopgloss and looked outside. She was in the neighberhood she wished she lived there. She saw beautifull houses, with beautiftull cars next to them. After a whil her stop came. She pushed the button and stood up. She pulled down her jacket and swang her bag over her shoulder. When the busstop arrived she got out and walked towards the stand to get on the other taht drove her right infront of her school. When she stood there she just stared in the space, watching her bus to arrive. Not even notecing someone was watching right back at her.



He :

When he had shown the driver his card he walked to the middle of the bus where he could stand. He looked at the back and a little smile formed in his lips. He saw her again, the same girl he had been seeing for a long time. He just kept staring at her. A few moments later she was looking for something in her bag and it appeared to him as a lipgloss. She was doing her lips and at the moment, as cheesy as this sounds, he wished he was the apllyer. Luckely for him noone was notecing that he was staring at her. Her eyes got big and she kept looking around. He finnaly noticed she was looking at the houses. Their, he noticed, busstop had arrived and he watched her walking towards the busstop as she was in the front. She stood still and looked at where the bus was going to come. He walked passed her, inhaling her scent deeply and closed his eyes. It was sweet, like her. He stopped and turned around. He looked right into her eyes. Only the difference was that she was not looking back.



Her :

She was in a pissed mood. She was not having her day and on top of that she was badly dressed. Her hair was, to her, a mess and she could not form a smile. Unfortuanatly she could not sit on the end of the bus because the seats where taken. But she could find a seat at the end of the middle of the bus. After a while she did her rutine, she applied her lipgloss and fixed her hair and stared at the houses again. But this time it felt different. As if someone was watching with her. She reached out to her bag and looked around the bus. She saw a guy standing, who was looking right into her eyes. He was an okay looking guy, not bad and not to much of hottnes. She just looked away. But she could not get him out of her mind. and everytime she looked in the bus she saw his reflection. And she also saw that he was looking at her the whole time. When the busstop arrived she stood where she always stood. They guy walked past her while holding a ball. He satd with his friend at the end of the busstop and looked in her dirrection. It looked like he was watching past her. He kept throwing the ball up and down and suddenly it felt and went accross the road. It was kinda funny and she turned around to muffle up her laughing. The bus finnaly came.



He :

As usual he walked in the bus and quickly scanned it. He saw her sitting but she did not look in a good mood. He shurgged it off and saw his friend stepping in the bus. They chatted a little while and his frien started listenin to music. This was his oppertunity to look ta her. When he looked at her he ould see she did not feel at ease. She turned around just to look right in his eyes. When there eyes met it felt like the world had stopped for a second. She turned around but he kept looking at her. He did chat woth his friend here and there, only he did not notice she was looking at him. The busstop arrived and they both walked. Again he inhaled her sweet scent and started throwing his ball up and down. Only to lt it fall. He saw that she giggled about what had happend. well atleast he could make her smile.



You know this really hapend to me. Only i can't figure out if the guy really likes me. He is not that fancy but he has something. They way he looks makes me feel special , but i get confused by thinking maybe he just thinks i'm ugly. I'm not a pretty girl you see.