Day 2:
Sport was hard.
Very hard.
My hair looked like a hot mess and there was sweat dripping across my forehead; not to mention I probably smelt like a skunk. Grabbing the first seat available on the bus I dumped my bag on the floor and smiled at the old lady looking at me with her beady eyes. Weird.
Stops passed and before I knew it the twins boarded the bus. The one with the grey bag was staring at his phone but the one with the black bag looked confused and sad; then he saw me. Being the daring girl I was I smiled at him receiving his smile back. And I have to say it was completely gorgeous. My heart rate accelerated and I could feel a blush forming on my cheeks. Too bad they couldn't see my blush, I never go red when I blush; thanks to my really dark skin tone.
I could feel his unnerving gaze seep into my soul and never have I before looked so vulnerable. As always a couple of stops later they got off the bus; leaving my thoughts to myself.
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Bus Love *COMPLETED* #Wattys2016
Short Story❝ Y O U W E R E B R O K E N, A N D I T W A S M Y J O B T O F I X Y O U. ❞ What happens when you meet a pair of twins on a bus? The opposite sex I might add. Let's just say it wasn't exactly a smooth road. Bus Love they called...
