8:85) Red 21-JAN-98 21:25
When I get on the bus, he's in my seat...AGAIN...the seat I ALWAYS sit in, he's decided he likes. Part of me says "he's flirting, flirt back"....the other says..."he's flirting, kick his ass." I toss myself into the seat across the way, grumbling to him that he's taken my seat for the second day in a row. "I know!" he says cheerfully, grinning at me, his large eyes shining.
Freshmen....
I pull out my walk man and start to untangle the headphones. He reaches across the aisle and snatches the machine. "What are you listening too?"
"Alex!!" I whine, reaching for it. "Give it back!"
He grins and sets it back on my seat and sits back...so he wants to play...damn...
It's not that I don't like him, I suppose...he had really long hair at the begining of the year, so April and I always called him Pretty Boy. He's 16, runs track, was on the wrestling team too...he wears shorts in the winter and falls over backwards into the snow on purpose when he gets off of the bus, just to make us all laugh.
"Here, this is what I'm listening to." I toss him the head phones.
"Lemme guess," he says excitedly. "Manson? ICP?" I shake my head. "Both?"
"Nope."
I press play and I can faintly hear the beginings of Nine Inch Nails intro to "Get Down, Make Love"...and original song by the late Freddy Mercury of Queen...but an excellent remake all the same.
Pretty Boy puts his bag on the floor and I slide across the aisle without Mr. Walker seeing it.
"It was so weird seeing you in the hall today without all your hair." he says, as I pull off my hat. He reaches up to touch it, then thinks better and puts his hand back down. He cut his hair off shortly after getting on the westling team..April and I were very annoyed...but I was even more annoyed...I loved his hair that way...
We talk as usual, about anything that comes to mind. He tries to make me laugh and I frown until I can't help it anymore and burst into hysterics, calling him an asshole for making me lose control. He thinks it's great and does it again, just because he can. What a bastard... but I;ve never meant it seriously....
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep!" I announce suddenly, and lean my head against his shoulder.
"Ok." he says. I was expecting him to shrug me off...
After a few minutes: "You're shoulder isn't very comfortable." I murmur softly. He drops his shoulder down a bit and says "Better?" in a low murmur...what the hell? I nod. He's looking at me funny, so I close my eyes and pretend not to notice.
We pull into the trailer park that's his stop. I sit up and let him out of the seat. He hops out of the bus and then, standing in front of my window, he flops over backwards into the snow, looks up at me and waves....