A/N: I'm back with a one-shot. A huge apology in advance to everyone who is waiting for an update on my other stories. I've had a massive case of writers block.
Anyway, I read a poem called the "boy on my bus" which inspired me to write this one-shot. It takes the same concept of the poem so I want to tell all the readers that I didn't write the poem, just this story. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the poem.
There's a boy who catches my bus.
If you ask me now, I would tell you it wasn't his dark eyes- the colour of starless night that had captured my attention. Nor his creamy complexion; flawless and handsome. Not even his dark, dark raven locks.
But his almost there smile that lingered on his lips, as he listened to his blonde friends chatter, his dark eyes soft.
I sat two seats behind him.
I thought he was beautiful.
There is a boy who catches my bus.
His smile had gone. Instead, his obsidian eyes stare steadily out of the window, as the lights of the streets shine on his dark hair; so blue, it reminds me of a moonlit sky. He doesn't talk to his friend anymore. The smile has gone, instead a frown stands in it's place.
I sit two seats behind him.
I thought he was beautiful.
There's a boy who catches my bus in the morning.
There's always an empty smile on his lips as he talks to his friends. His dark gaze is blank. His laugh is hollow and he wears long sleeves in the middle of summer. I find myself missing his almost there smile.
I sit two seats behind him.
I think he's beautiful.
There was a boy who caught my bus.
His friends found him by the river bank, after he had jumped to his death; his life taken by the cold, harsh waters below.
He wrote a letter to his friends, saying he loved them, and a another to his brother, saying he was sorry.
And he wrote a letter to a sad girl with bright green eyes and unmissable pink hair, who sat two seats behind him on the bus,
and told her she was beautiful.
A/N: Can you guess who the dark haired, dark eyed boy is? :D