Alex and Momoko were sitting on the bus {like always} on the way to school.
"Hey Mo," Alex started, interrupting one of their famous conversations about Kentucky, "I just remembered, there's a new guy who just moved here, he's riding our bus. In fact, I think it's the next stop." "Really? Grade and Name!" "Josh, 2 years or so older, Senior." Alex and Mo were both 16, Sophmores. Catching up on recent social info could be an interesting and highly productive pastime. "Type? Hair and eye color?" "So far unknown, but I'd guess black hair, and for Type, a cross between Bright & Bubbly and Smoldering Temptress. No Wilting Flower for this guy." "Perfect!" "We'll see." "He wouldn't be your type, anyway," Mo breezed, "You're more a redhead Greg type." "True." Alex acknowledged. Momoko herself was a sweet auburn hair and hazel-eyed girl, and Alex was a witty green-eyed brunette. Conversation between them stopped when the bus slowed for the next stop. Hey, they practically held their breath! The doors wooshed open. and in came a middle-school girl of maybe 12. "I thought you said this stop!" Mo turned on Alex, infuriated. "Wrong information! Gee, bite me why don't you?!" While they argued, the stop they were waiting for came and went, and Mo didn't notice when the guy did a double take at her, and sat behind them, amusing himself by listening to their conversation and knowing it was about him. "Women are always arguing over me." He mused in an absolutely adorable voice. Momoko didn't see it that way. "What? That's insufferably arrogant!" she fumed, turning around and glaring at him, "I can't believe you'd eavesdrop on someone else's conversation like that!" "Because you had such HIGH expectations of me," he answered smoothly, "How can a guy live up to it?" "Most normal, decent guys don't seem to have trouble." She muttered. Alex watched, wide-eyed and amazed, but also amused. This should be pretty funny, guys normally just fall all over Mo. She'd been right, too. Josh had jet black hair and twinkling black/blue eyes, and a lean, athletic form. Just from Alex's initial impression, he was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. He also struck just the right cord to totally enrage Mo. She stopped paying attention to them, by now they were going at it tooth and nail, and started wondering how they'd ever find the other three Scouts.
"Hey Mo," Alex started, interrupting one of their famous conversations about Kentucky, "I just remembered, there's a new guy who just moved here, he's riding our bus. In fact, I think it's the next stop." "Really? Grade and Name!" "Josh, 2 years or so older, Senior." Alex and Mo were both 16, Sophmores. Catching up on recent social info could be an interesting and highly productive pastime. "Type? Hair and eye color?" "So far unknown, but I'd guess black hair, and for Type, a cross between Bright & Bubbly and Smoldering Temptress. No Wilting Flower for this guy." "Perfect!" "We'll see." "He wouldn't be your type, anyway," Mo breezed, "You're more a redhead Greg type." "True." Alex acknowledged. Momoko herself was a sweet auburn hair and hazel-eyed girl, and Alex was a witty green-eyed brunette. Conversation between them stopped when the bus slowed for the next stop. Hey, they practically held their breath! The doors wooshed open. and in came a middle-school girl of maybe 12. "I thought you said this stop!" Mo turned on Alex, infuriated. "Wrong information! Gee, bite me why don't you?!" While they argued, the stop they were waiting for came and went, and Mo didn't notice when the guy did a double take at her, and sat behind them, amusing himself by listening to their conversation and knowing it was about him. "Women are always arguing over me." He mused in an absolutely adorable voice. Momoko didn't see it that way. "What? That's insufferably arrogant!" she fumed, turning around and glaring at him, "I can't believe you'd eavesdrop on someone else's conversation like that!" "Because you had such HIGH expectations of me," he answered smoothly, "How can a guy live up to it?" "Most normal, decent guys don't seem to have trouble." She muttered. Alex watched, wide-eyed and amazed, but also amused. This should be pretty funny, guys normally just fall all over Mo. She'd been right, too. Josh had jet black hair and twinkling black/blue eyes, and a lean, athletic form. Just from Alex's initial impression, he was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. He also struck just the right cord to totally enrage Mo. She stopped paying attention to them, by now they were going at it tooth and nail, and started wondering how they'd ever find the other three Scouts.