Chapter Three: The Bus - Yo-Yoji's Perspective: Uncomfortable
Yo-Yoji was feeling uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because he was sitting in a hot, stuffy bus. Uncomfortable because he was sitting next to Cass, and he felt uncomfortable because he was uncomfortable for that reason. Uncomfortable because he thought this whole specialist Yufredo or whatever his name was was complete and utter bunk. Uncomfortable for his anger at his friends earlier that day. Uncomfortable and hurt that Cass and Max-Ernest didn't want to tell him the Secret, even though he thought he had a right to know. Uncomfortable, well, because of a lot of things. Too many, Yo-Yoji thought, to count.
The bus thumped over another bump in the road. The boy gripped the fabric of the elongated bus seat. He had never too terribly liked public transportation - it always seemed too much of a bother when you could just as easily jump in the car and drive yourself. He glanced over at Cass, wondering briefly if she liked buses. The pointy-eared girl seemed unfazed by the heat and rumblings of the road under the bus's well-worn wheels. He glanced back at the small pink clogs of another passenger, a young girl that looked about seven or eight. She was swinging her legs carelessly. Yo-Yoji stared at the steady blur of pink shoes until he felt dizzy, then glanced up. What he saw was the face of a maybe-forty-something woman with a brunette bob who was staring at him, clearly weirded out, as she pulled her little girl closer to her. Yo-Yoji looked quickly away, embarrassed and wishing the ride was over.
His fingers relaxed on the bus seat's fabric as the ride grew slightly smoother. As far as he knew, downtown was only so far away. Had they gotten there already? He allowed his hopes to soar, until the bumpiness started again with a particularly rough jolt. With a gasp, Yo-Yoji's hands groped for purchase on the bus seat again, but instead brushed flesh. Another hand.
It was Cass's.
Yo-Yoji gently lifted his hand, unsure and embarrassed, off of his friend's, but she just lifted hers as well until it was hovering over his. Without a word, Cassandra's hand tugged at Yo-Yoji's fingers until they were entwined. "You okay?" she whispered urgently. "You look pale."
"No." Yo-Yoji was not "okay" and would never be "okay" again, not now, not that Cass was holding his hand and not letting it drift away. He felt something rather different than "okay". In fact, he felt much, much better.
Author's Note: TEEHEE! I hope some Cass x Yo-Yoji fans liked that. :) By the way, if you hadn't already picked this up, I'm going to switch perspectives each chapter. The first chapter was Cass's point of view, second was Max-Ernest's, and third one (this one) was Yo-Yoji's, and the next one will be Cass's again. YAY! I'll admit, I like this chapter a lot more than the second and first. :^/ I feel like I didn't rush on this one. My next objective is to write a chapter when Yo-Yoji says the word "dude". Or "yo". ._.
ONWARD TO CHAPTER FOUR, MY DEAR COMRADES!
Signed,
PancakesWithMilk
Post Script: By the way, I know Cass's "holding hands" thing was out of character, but that'll be explained in Chapter Four. I really hope I'm getting their characterizations right... O.o
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