Seasoned and New

Okay. So there's this thing called a bus and it usually sucks. Well, not the bus itself really. I mean, not having a car sucks, but that's not the buses fault. Yeah, the bus is pretty okay. It's actually the passengers that male riding it suck because unlucky for me, the bus is full of people that will never get out of this shit town in Jersey. Jersey itself is great, don't get me wrong. It's this shit town I'm against. Well, not against just not particularly fond of.

So the thing called a bus shows up and u hop on when its my turn because we make lines to get on. Common curtesy, so don't seem so surprised. We aren't animals. Heathens, maybe, but not animals. No seats. Fuck my life. Not necessarily my life, but my luck. Nope don't fuck my luck cause then Gerard'll be the only virgin I know and that is not a good look coming from his little, more experienced brother. We should have had our dog spayed before she could beat him out, but hey life's life.

"And don't it suck." Some short dude with a dark grey hoodie on scoots closer to the window to let me sit thank god and same dude my mental sentence, like, the fuck?

"Wait- what?" I'm quickly realizing I don't like seats other people have sat in because his butt heat is contradicting my preset body temperature.

"Nothing, okay'" okay, defensive. Quite a lot of bark for such a small dog.

"Dude, chill." You can't be all cold shoulder after letting me sit. Awkward silences ensues, as he glances from me to the trees and cement blocks on the other side of the window and back a few times before the big-
full body theatre gasp!

"Frank." I nod.

"Good name. What's yours?" I know that's his name but he didn't lead with that. Ah, smart assery. What fun.

"Frank." He's smiling. Not the usual response, but oh well. I hardly ever provoke a smile not a real smile anyways. This one was unfathomably real.

"The odds. Mikey. Now, guess my name." now, I'm smiling. Not the usual reaction to responses.

"Mmmmm... I'm gonna go- mind you I'm just guessing... Bambi." Way to deadpan.

"Close."

"What's it then?" Ah, the ignorant, innocent game called.

"Drumroll!" I call in a reasonable shout. He pays his thighs.
"Mikey."

"All that hype too. It's a shame."frank tsks, shakes his head, but he was still smiling.

"Didn't you say you we're close.?" The bus arrives at the gates if hell.

"You said that actually." Frank giggles out. He's so cute. Like a sexy puppy. That sounds horrible.

"Well, fret not because I plan to get both of us off."

"Oh, really now?" We start to shuffle towards the exit.

"Off the bus that is." I smile a smile I know looks stupid.

"You need to work on this problem you seem to have with hyping shit up, Bambi."

Feet meet pavement. check.
Walk with set rhythm. doin it.
Throw shit in locker. done.
Steal Gee's coffee. too easy.
Play with Ray's hair. wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Hey,Ray." He, in response to my oh so elaborate greeting furrows his eyebrows.

"Who's he?"

"Who's who?"

"Your shadow."

"You have one too. The lights are on." He takes one hell of a breath.

"The kid behind you. Why is he there?" Ray points to... hold up let me swivel around...Frank?

"Sup Frank?"
He looks at me and around and I can't actually be offended because he's got something blasting from his earphones. Black flag, actually. That's cool, I guess.

"You guess? It's bad assery on a platter." he tries to look put off, defiant, but its really just adorably endearing.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Say what?" Ray chimes but I see he puts some earbuds in anyways.

"Nothing, dude." Frank pipes up and I'm not sure who he's talking to because I didn't ask and Ray's not actually listening, but I'm suddenly very interested in the sucky bus's passenger who I guess can read minds. Frank's eyes widen and I'd blame it on the song if he hadn't ripped his earbuds out.

"You really shouldn't-" hyperventilating " I should really go." Accessorized the wide eyes with a clenched and trembling fist to match.

"Nope. You should walk with me."

"Where?" I'd assume it Ray rejoining the conversation, but I'd know that voice anywhere. Gee has his chin hooked on Ray's shoulder.

"Come to avenge the coffee have we?" Ray taunts, taking the earphones out and allowing that ear-splitting smile. No, shit eating grin or like-oh, whatever. You could see his teeth and dimples.

"Nah." He then squeezed Ray into a bone crushing back hug."Priorities."

"C'mon." With my arm linked with Frank's, we were off to the races. Well, in actuality, the vacant science lab. I kick the door closed while I drag him the rest of the way in. "So are we friends? Trust me. I'd live to be, but some weird shit goes down and as much as you can say no to the weirdness, I'd love it if you said yes." -And lIke moaned, but I left that out because common fucking sense. I have the mental capacity to utilize it frequently.

Frank's laugh is more on the giggle side and it's hilarious because he's got all these piercing a and underage tattoos and eyeliner and the whole defensive-cannot-be-lived mentality, but he's just a giggling hobbit.

"Oi!" Frank's looking me in the eye when he randomly blurts "I am not short!" He punctuates each word with a finger jab to my chest.

i just bust up even more "No, baby, you're just on the short side of average." I sling an arm over him.

I think. Concentrate on what'll get a reaction.
'Fun-sized. Frodo.'
I get a pinch in my side. I holler out, but I'm smiling like crazy because shit.

This is fucking awesome.

Notes

Next chapter will be up ASAP. Thanks for reading, guys and gals.


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that chick and her antics ;D