I could tell as soon as I entered the bus; it was going to be a long ride.
As my feet rhythmically move to the beat of the song I am listening to, the cord attached to my headphones bounces and I search for an empty seat. Sadly, there are none. Some seats are occupied by about one person, but most are full to the extent of bursting. (i.e., I can spot a group of about 4 girls packed into one tiny seat taking 'selfies' and going on boisterously about the eye-catching new idol Kisaragi Momo.) I, as polite as I am, push my way past a bunch of middle-schoolers (one of which oh-so-angrily asks me "Who do you think you are, old hag!?") and went about my journey to find a seat before a voice caught my ear, dragging my head around with it.
"Hey, hey, miss! You can sit here, if you'd like! ~"
As my eyes gain composure and got a good look at the boy's face, I can only come up with one theory: This guy is a hardcore autotonsorialist. His hair's very scruffy and easily could be taken for a bedhead look. Then again, I can't just go around making appearance-based assumptions of people. It's rude. Though… when have I been called polite, anyways?
I decide then and there I'll take up his offer and sit by him, despite him being a stranger. He looks about my age, anyways, so I don't see any problem in it.
"I'm Haruka. What's your name?" Isn't this boy a ray of sunshine. It's raining outside, too.
"Enomoto Takane." Oh, God, I'm starting to feel drowsy. Moments like this are when I hate narcolepsy.
"Pretty name, Enomoto-san." he says with a smile. I glance forward.
"You can call me Takane."
My eyes start to droop. Oh, my God. Not here.
Haruka's looking out the window, and that's the last glance I get of him before I full-on pass out, falling back in my seat, my head laying itself on his shoulder. I almost feel him chuckle.
As my eyes open, I feel a pair of eyes staring down at me. I lift my head before I realize: I was just asleep on a stranger's – Haruka's – shoulder. Oh, my God.
"U… UWAAAH!"
I immediately jump up, covering my probably-blushing face as the boy laughs. "I-It's not funny! You're a complete str—"
"Miss, please sit down. The ride is not over for another five minutes."
I let out an angry groan as the bus driver yells at me to sit down. I do as she asks, but unhappily, the boy still laughing. "Stoooop! It's not funny."
"It is. That was cute."
"No it wasn't! You're a stranger!"
"Not necessarily. We know each other's names."
"I – Aaargh! Stop! "
He laughs again, and we're silent until the bus driver states that the bus ride was indeed over – finally – and we were free to get off now. Haruka looks up at me after I stand, smiling, and a knit my eyebrows.
"It was nice meeting you, Takane. Umm, here, if you wanna ever meet up sometime." He hands me a slip of paper and I tighten my lips as I open it – His phone number! Who the heck does this guy think he is!?
I give a sigh and nod. "Alright. I'll call you up if I feel the need," I say, mainly to satisfy him as I take my leave, stepping out into the pouring rain and only hoping I don't need to call the kid anytime soon.
