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Stranger on a Bus
A Guy is on a bus, the same bus he rides at the same time to the same place from the same place while in the same seat just like he does every day. He's listening to music on his headphones while he hides from the world around him under the hood he pulls over his head every day, just enough to fake being asleep because it falls just short of his eyebrows. The Guy's hood head leans off to the side resting carelessly on the worn window of the public transportation bus, almost exactly below a terribly drawn heart that's been etched in by an elderly artist named Earl, but his friends called him Gus, with Parkinson's disease, dedication, and entirely too much time unsupervised on the bus for someone with his trend of mischievous behavior... or at least Guy likes to imagine that's how it got there. Guy imagines a lot, like how many others have stared through the window fantasizing about the impossible in the very same seat as him? Why the seat was so warm when he sat down? Especially during October, and what kind of person has butt heat like that? Was it a medical condition they should probably get looked into? Did they already know about it?
The World Changes
She looks into the mirror and frowns making a noticeable noise to match her face and mood about what she sees looking back at her from the reflection. Guy hears her from the couch as his video games fire up, he looks timidly over his shoulder towards the bathroom where he is sure Girl is still outwardly upset about the new change. Stuck in a dilemma, Guy glances back between the game screen and the bathroom door mouth open not sure of what exactly he should do at this point. Before he can decide on a plan to react, Girl storms out of the bathroom, clearly still not satisfied with the modification. In another second before Guy can even blink she's gone out of sight into the kitchen.
Girl rolls over and while still in her sleep, absent of any thought and as natural as drawing her next breath, to reach for her soul mate seeking everything she could ever need to be complete all in simply feeling his touch to snuggle against. Her hand falls flat on the cold spot where Guy was last she saw him or rather didn't, she had fallen asleep with her head in his lap while he rubbed her back tenderly and jokingly told her stories and other crazy things Girl loved so much. Guy's absence shocked her awake leaving her still feeling groggy and thoughts fuzzy from the sleep that was still clear on her face. Not believing what she felt, Girl rubs the dreams from her eyes and looks around the room absently, stopping to smile at the television when she recognized the singing of a particular man-eating plant meaning after Girl dozed off in contempt Guy had continued to stay with her. Keeping her company rubbing her back and she had no doubt singing along to the music of one of his favorite movies.
Guy is driving behind the wheel, watching Girl sleep as the horizon changes behind them, in the midst of day shifting into night. He wonders if he should wake her, but decides against it for possibly the fifth time in less than an hour, the iridescent light shining off her impossibly beautiful peaceful face. He'd turned off the radio for fear of waking the sleeping goddess beside him. Out of boredom, Guy begins to keep himself company.