Bus Love
On the way home from an away football game, that night, Felicity was sitting all alone. All of a sudden, sitting there with her was her love interest, the trumpet player, Oliver.
They sat together and talked about several different topics; anywhere, from sports to music to the weather. Oliver looked at her and says,
"You look tired, would you like to lay down?" he said gingerly. She nodded her head as he opened up his arms. As she fell asleep, he wrapped her in his muscular arms and started to nod off as well.
He just sat there while she slept. He already knew how she felt about him. But he is wondering if he felt the same way. She was an intelligent beautiful girl with beautiful eyes and wicked gorgeous smile. Her eyes were that shade of blue that was the color of the waters around the island where he was stranded on for more than five years. Her hair was a dirty blonde that he has only ever seen once before.
Almost back home, he whispered in her ear that it was time to wake up. She looked up and yawned. They looked at each other, his glimmering blue-green eyes looking back at her sparkling blue-gray eyes.
"How did you sleep, Felicity?" he asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"I slept very well, thank you for asking." She said
Then the bus stopped. They got off the bus. They both knew from then on, nothing would be the same way again between them.