Transit [Original Story]
I feel like posting this somewhere were it's likely to actually get some readers... *cough* fictionpress *cough*
And also like I should actually be using my lj.
[Title] Transit
[Rating] T (just in case)
As I sat myself in the bus shelter, I let out a sigh. My bus was probably gonna be late. Again. What could I do until then? I took my backpack off and swung it in front of me, deciding to read a book when the bus terminal across the street caught my eye.
In it were two people from my school. And not just any two people. Standing awkwardly, leaning against the glass was Devin. He had his earphones plugged in, like usual and was in an all black track suit, like usual. Devin was best known for his ability to keep to himself, it's to the point where the school has theorized that he's a mute.
I, at least, know he has a voice. A beautiful one. I once had the good fortune to overhear him singing in the stairway. His voice was so captivating that I can still remember it quite vividly. It had been strong but lonely. If I had the guts, I would talk to him because it really seems like there's some sort of trauma behind his silence. To me, not speaking was his way of screaming for help. But I'm not a hero and I have no clue how to help him, so I don't.
Sitting in the bus shelter with him was his likely polar opposite, Angeline. She strikes me as one of the girls you always see in anything about high school but rarely have the misfortune to meet. Those cheerleader type, blonde bombshells whose talents lie primarily in flirting and in their physical aspects. Whose main priorities, even in the face of a test, are which cute guy to seduce next. But I have nothing personally against her because, after all, she's a well-intentioned person. She's the kind of kindhearted ditz that warms your heart.
The awkwardness between them was seeping out from the shelter, across the street and filling my shelter up. It was only natural after all. Two people from very different social circles (if you could call Devin a social circle) being able to easily interact isn't likely. Although Angeline's got the gift of gab and a friendly personality, it's no match against Devin's aura. That aura of his that implies that he's best left alone. And that you couldn't possibly have anything in common.
It was no surprise when Angeline pulled out her phone. She needed to hear the voice of someone after all. It was even less of a surprise when she spilled the mountain of stuff in both her arms and pockets as she did so. I didn't forget to mention that she was a disorganized klutz, right? Or at least imply it?
I was mildly surprised when Devin picked everything up for her. She, however, was really startled. Her eyes moved from her stuff in his hands to his expression as though both were completely alien. She broke into an appreciative smile as her cheeks tinted pink.
I don't know if time stopped but it just felt like everything froze the moment Devin's green eyes met her blue. Their matched gazes seemed to hold everything completely still for an unnatural length of time.
But maybe it was just me looking for something where there was nothing. I am a bit of a hopeless romantic, after all. And to witness love at first sight would be almost as good as participating in it. And even if they held their gazes longer than usual, it was likely because they were seeing each other for the first time. Acknowledging one another for real and outside of a forced environment.
“Th-thanks,” Angeline stuttered and Devin nodded in response. Suddenly time was moving again. Both of them returned to their original positions a bit pinker than before. Angeline's possibly from surprise and Devin blushed whenever he interacted with anyone. Even more so when it was with girls.
And before I knew it, their bus arrived and they stepped on. I could make out the shape of Angeline standing by an empty seat, surrendering it to an senior citizen while Devin moved all the way to the back. He stared out through the window facing me with a blank expression on his face and white ear buds still in place.
As their bus drove off, it left me with both an angry feeling at the bus having taking them away and the feeling of possibly having witness something monumental. A defining moment, that is. Of whose life, I'm not sure yet.
And also like I should actually be using my lj.
[Title] Transit
[Rating] T (just in case)
As I sat myself in the bus shelter, I let out a sigh. My bus was probably gonna be late. Again. What could I do until then? I took my backpack off and swung it in front of me, deciding to read a book when the bus terminal across the street caught my eye.
In it were two people from my school. And not just any two people. Standing awkwardly, leaning against the glass was Devin. He had his earphones plugged in, like usual and was in an all black track suit, like usual. Devin was best known for his ability to keep to himself, it's to the point where the school has theorized that he's a mute.
I, at least, know he has a voice. A beautiful one. I once had the good fortune to overhear him singing in the stairway. His voice was so captivating that I can still remember it quite vividly. It had been strong but lonely. If I had the guts, I would talk to him because it really seems like there's some sort of trauma behind his silence. To me, not speaking was his way of screaming for help. But I'm not a hero and I have no clue how to help him, so I don't.
Sitting in the bus shelter with him was his likely polar opposite, Angeline. She strikes me as one of the girls you always see in anything about high school but rarely have the misfortune to meet. Those cheerleader type, blonde bombshells whose talents lie primarily in flirting and in their physical aspects. Whose main priorities, even in the face of a test, are which cute guy to seduce next. But I have nothing personally against her because, after all, she's a well-intentioned person. She's the kind of kindhearted ditz that warms your heart.
The awkwardness between them was seeping out from the shelter, across the street and filling my shelter up. It was only natural after all. Two people from very different social circles (if you could call Devin a social circle) being able to easily interact isn't likely. Although Angeline's got the gift of gab and a friendly personality, it's no match against Devin's aura. That aura of his that implies that he's best left alone. And that you couldn't possibly have anything in common.
It was no surprise when Angeline pulled out her phone. She needed to hear the voice of someone after all. It was even less of a surprise when she spilled the mountain of stuff in both her arms and pockets as she did so. I didn't forget to mention that she was a disorganized klutz, right? Or at least imply it?
I was mildly surprised when Devin picked everything up for her. She, however, was really startled. Her eyes moved from her stuff in his hands to his expression as though both were completely alien. She broke into an appreciative smile as her cheeks tinted pink.
I don't know if time stopped but it just felt like everything froze the moment Devin's green eyes met her blue. Their matched gazes seemed to hold everything completely still for an unnatural length of time.
But maybe it was just me looking for something where there was nothing. I am a bit of a hopeless romantic, after all. And to witness love at first sight would be almost as good as participating in it. And even if they held their gazes longer than usual, it was likely because they were seeing each other for the first time. Acknowledging one another for real and outside of a forced environment.
“Th-thanks,” Angeline stuttered and Devin nodded in response. Suddenly time was moving again. Both of them returned to their original positions a bit pinker than before. Angeline's possibly from surprise and Devin blushed whenever he interacted with anyone. Even more so when it was with girls.
And before I knew it, their bus arrived and they stepped on. I could make out the shape of Angeline standing by an empty seat, surrendering it to an senior citizen while Devin moved all the way to the back. He stared out through the window facing me with a blank expression on his face and white ear buds still in place.
As their bus drove off, it left me with both an angry feeling at the bus having taking them away and the feeling of possibly having witness something monumental. A defining moment, that is. Of whose life, I'm not sure yet.