Chapter 1

Who would've thought that Brittany S Pierce- a lovely twenty-two year old girl, majoring in journalism at University of Louisville- will find her soul mate at a public bus?

Transit Authority of River City- TARC for short, and the official carriage of Brittany ever since she moved to Louisville to pursue higher education. She can't really complain. It's free since she is a UofL student and it takes her anywhere she wants to go. So when the bus pulls in she does her routine- two steps, shows her ID, turns and looks to see if her favorite spot is open. To Brittany's dismay, the seat was taken by none other than a creepy teenager that was trying to get booger out of his nose.

Eww, Brittany thought. Disgusting.

Brittany looks around, spots a free seat and makes her way towards the back. She sits her backpack on the floor then lifts her eyes to look directly across her. To say that Brittany is shocked is an understatement.

A cheerleader- a sniffling, crying her eyes out cheerleader is sitting right in front of her and Brittany is hypnotized. Tanned skin, long black hair, firm abs (at least from what she can see because of the cheer leading uniform), long legs, soft looking hands and red nose. In short, a crying goddess.

Brittany is glad that the girl continues to read from the kindle that she's holding or else Brittany will look like a total stalker. She watches as the cheerleader forcefully brushes her tears away, easily erasing the track of her tears. She observes as the person across from her continues to read and fresh tears appear and make its way down her perfect face.

"Beautiful", Brittany whispers, "Simply beautiful."

"Eastern Parkway" The bus driver calls. Brittany snaps out of her trance as the person in front of her immediately stands up and rushes out the door.

Brittany sighs and leans back on her chair.

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Rachel says she's crazy. Tina says she has lost her mind. Sam just usually grunts. Brittany knows she is turning crazy. If a zombie shows up right now and goes towards their direction, it'll definitely pass by Brittany, it wouldn't even want to eat her brain due to it not functioning right ever since she saw that mysterious crying cheerleader. Ouch! The humiliation that comes from being ignored by a zombie actually hurts.

It's been days since she spotted the girl and yet every time she walks inside a bus, she scans the whole place until she is sure that the cheerleader is not there. And every single time she doesn't spot the girl, her chest aches and her days becomes less exciting.

So this time when Brittany rides the bus, she turns around not wanting to get her hopes up because she's tired from that disappointed feeling. Brittany sighs. Another day without seeing her, maybe she really should just give this up.

"Wait!"

The bus driver stops the door from closing. The creepy booger teenager steps up. "Thanks," the guy says. "There's another one. I heard her running behind me." Brittany hears loud steps coming from a set of stilettos, a body climbs up and suddenly there she is.

"Thank you." Smokey, husky, bedroom voice comes out of the mysterious girl's mouth.

Brittany shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't believe her eyes. Just like that, she sees her again. Brittany promises herself that she'll bring a tissue next time, she definitely owes booger boy for stopping the bus.

Cheerleader passes her and sits down on the same spot as last time. She is wearing a semi-formal outfit today and looking as hot as ever. Brittany can't stare at her this time because the girl is not reading anything. Brittany doesn't want her first impression to be bad after all.

"Hey Bitch your phone is ringing. Answer it" The girl in front of her takes her cell phone out of her boobs. Brittany definitely likes what she sees. Yes, she is officially a pervert.

"Puck. My fuckin' car broke down! And I swear to fuckin' god I will sell that old piece of shit once I fuckin' graduate!" A pause. "Chill? You're telling me to chill when I have to start riding this bus for about a month because I couldn't afford to pay for the repair of that shit until the end of next month? I fuckin' hate that piece of shit!"

Brittany is not eaves dropping. Oh no, not at all. She really should feel bad for her, really. But from what she hears, the girl across her has to start riding the TARC and Brittany is definitely not going to complain. Maybe this is a chance fate has given her. Now she just has to gather her courage to introduce herself.

"Fuck, I hate this!" An angry voice breaks her self-pep talk. Okay, maybe now is not the best time to approach the angry, mysterious girl.

"Eastern Parkway." The cheerleader stands up and walks out the door.

Brittany will definitely try next time.

A/N: :) Yay or Nay?