I.
If given the choice of any job he could want in the world, the last thing Feliks Łukasiewicz would have chosen was a public bus driver. He had several other job ideas at the top of his list, but they required things like 'college' and 'money' and honestly he just totally couldn't swing those things just yet.
So here he sat, five days a week, eight hours a day, carting the same people to the same places more often than not. It wasn't exactly his calling, but he did it because he had to. Paid his bills, and all that, and it wasn't cheap to look this fantastic. He examined himself in the rear view mirror before buckling his seat belt and heading out for his first run of the day. He navigated the streets with ease, the large vehicle certainly starting to become like habit to him.
He started two months prior after he had been fired from a local discount department store for shoplifting. It was the only time he tried that, and he would never try it again. He lamented the loss of that job for a moment as he pulled up to a red light, heading for the first stop. A familiar mop of brown hair caught his eye as he pulled up, his regular first passenger of the day. "Toris!" he greeted cheerfully as the man swiped his bus pass. "Always a pleasure to like cart your ass around town."
"Morning Feliks," he greeted with a quiet smile, taking his customary seat at the very front, to the back left of the driver's seat. "How are you today?"
He shrugged as he pulled away from the curb. "Had better days though mostly it's because my hair is a mess and totally would not cooperate this morning but what can you do?" The blow dryer hadn't been kind that morning, but he rarely left himself with enough time to fix it. He'd rather sleep in if he could.
Toris frowned. "I think you look great." Feliks shrugged with a roll of his eyes but did not respond as the bus arrived at the next stop, picking up a rather overly happy man, a huge grin on his face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, with glasses perched on his nose. His brown jacket had a really unattractive fluffy collar, and there was a single hair that stood up at an awkward angle on his head.
"Morning, driver!" he greeted exuberantly as he paid the fare, holding his hand out for a fist bump that Feliks gave a completely dumbfounded stare at. The man shrugged it off easilyand made his way towards the back, whistling a tune loudly as he went.
"Fashion disaster," he sighed tragically, starting to close the door until a small voice squeaked out at him. "What the hell?" he grumbled, and realized there was another person standing at the till waiting to pay that he simply did not notice. Long blond hair, glasses as well, and the prettiest sky blue eyes that surprised Feliks for a moment.
"I need one of those 24 hour passes please," he said quietly, trying and failing three times to put the five dollar bill into the slot. Feliks grinned at his apparent frustration and let him struggle for a couple of minutes before Toris sighed and helped the man out. He looked tearfully grateful. "Thank you!" Feliks watched him scurry to the back to sit with the other man, who he realized must be his brother or something because they looked nearly identical.
He started the bus up again, skillfully ignoring the loud, obnoxious laughter emanating from the back seat as that first blonde guy slapped his brother on the back. Toris turned quietly back to his book like he usually did, since he had nearly an hour long commute on the 101 bus. Feliks sighed, wanting very much to talk to him but Toris tended to tell him to keep his eyes on the road and ignore him, so he was wrapped up in his own thoughts. Which tended to wrap revolve around passengers' bad haircuts, clothing choices, and B.O.
With a quick glance in the camera view to his right, he saw that the louder man was giving his brother a shit eating grin and the brother was trying to argue back but was so quiet that Feliks couldn't even hear him in the nearly empty bus. He glanced up at the upcoming stop and pulled over, noting a blonde head anxiously pacing before it. "Good morning, fancy pants," he greeted, giving the man a quick up and down glance as he climbed on board, noting the rather chic ensemble he wore. His hair was wavy and fell perfectly around his face, framing his strong cheekbones.
"Excusez-moi," he greeted nervously, eying Feliks with a frown. "Où est le maison magnifique? Je suis très fatigue et perdu." Feliks stared at him blankly for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Wow, this totally wasn't part of his job description.
He quipped, "I like don't speak German or whatever so if you want to talk to me you're going to have to keep it in English." The man put a hand to his forehead and looked to the interior of the bus, and Feliks realized that he probably didn't speak a word of English. Toris seemed concerned, unsure of what to do, but the other two were lost in their own little world.
"Parlez-vous français?" he asked of them, and the quieter of the two brothers perked up suddenly, catching the eye of the man standing at the till. He pushed his brother away and made his way towards the front, and Feliks, for a moment, was sure that the idiot at the till was checking the quiet man out.
"Oui monsieur. Êtes-vous d'accord?" They conversed for a moment before Feliks finally groaned loudly in his impatience and frustration. "Ah," the quiet man squeaked, looking over his shoulder at Feliks in embarrassment. "Um, François is is just looking for... well. I'll show him where to get off." The soft spoken man was flushed pink as the other man followed him back to sit with his brother, a gleam in his eye that Feliks was rather suspicious of. Now there was two loud voices at the back of his bus, grating on his nerves.
"What are the odds that one of the passengers would know French?" Toris commented, his book closed in his lap and watching the small group at the back. The Frenchmen was sitting with his arm looped over the shoulders of the quiet man, and his brother seemed to completely miss the atmosphere that was resonating from them.
Feliks frowned. "That's what French sounds like? It's so not as nice as everyone tells me." He met Toris' eyes for a moment when they stopped at a red light, and he was smiling weirdly at Feliks so he averted his gaze. That guy sometimes, he was so strange. A couple of stops and several passengers later, the blonde brother and the fabulous François stood at the rear door, pressing the button for the request stop.
"Au revoir, Matthew," François said, pressing his lips to the man's cheeks on both sides and slipping a piece of paper into his pocket. "Appelez-moi." He winked and climbed off the bus, leaving Matthew in a flustered, embarrassed state that both pissed Feliks off and left him a little jealous. He watched the back of Toris' head for a moment before starting off against, suddenly feeling less fantastic.
A voice at the back screeched, "He gave you his number Mattie?! Dude!"
Feliks grimaced. Toris laughed.
AN: This is going to be a multiple pairing, multiple chapter fanfiction that was inspired by the fact that I, personally, ride the bus on a regular basis and have seen some pretty interesting happenings on said mode of transportation.