Part 8

Every night before Randylynn closed her eyes and fell asleep, she lay there thinking of Noah. She repeated the moment of him leaning in and kissing her over and over. Randylynn felt something strong whenever she thought of Noah, and her heart pounded when she saw him every morning.

However, today was a day that Randylynn least expected. She traveled downstairs during breakfast, hoping to see Noah in the corner eating his meal, only today, the corner was empty.

Oh yea. Yesterday was Noah's last day here. Randylynn assured herself sadly. She'd made a plan to go and visit Noah's grandma's home across the bridge later that day.

As for the rest of the afternoon, Randylynn helped her parents tidy up several vacant rooms until someone signed in for the room. Mrs. Dauwn told her daughter that she could visit Noah at 4:00 and every 10 minutes Randylynn checked her watch. Randylynn didn't tell anyone about the kiss she's received from Noah, Mrs. Dauwn still thought she'd stopped seeing him after the time she got ill.

Finally 4:00 came and Randylynn ran out the door hardly saying 'good bye' to her parents. She ran down to the street to the corner to wait for the next bus that would drive over the bridge.

In less than 5 minutes, it came and she was the first one to anxiously get on. She paid for the trip and sat closest to the driver.

Across the isle from her was a young man staring at her. Randylynn tried to avoid his annoying glare, but finally looked him in the eyes and shrugged, "What?"

She didn't pay much attention to his facial features, because of the filth that seemed to lie on top of them. However the man just front-toothlessly smiled and commented, "Where's your stop?"

Randylynn had a deep feeling that she shouldn't talk to this man. She dully replied, "I don't know." She's already learned not to snap back at street people, an experience learned from her Uncle. The mirror in front of Randylynn had the bus drivers wandering eyes laying on hers too.

"Do'n worry bout ol' Bagge' 'ere. 'e's 'armless." Randylynn briefly smiled at the troubled sounding bus driver and continued with the 'Bagger.'

"I'm just going to my friend's house, to visit. I'm surprising him." Randylyn told him.

"If only I'd lived the teenager life I'd understand. He's more than a friend, isn't he?" 'Bagger' asked smiling again.

Randylynn blushed, "How did you know?"

"Guessed. You ran up on this bus pretty quickly. I'm Levon. But people call me Bagger." He stretched his bandaged -wrapped hand out and shook hers.

"So where's this boy living?" Bagger asked.

"Somewhere off the bridge." Randylynn answered.

"One of them rich ones, aye?"

Suddenly and image of Noah purchasing a piece of jewelry flew inside her head. "You could say that."

Just before Bagger could say anything else, the bus made a huge 'thud' noise and was stopped by a long line of cars in front of them.

The bus driver swore under his breath and turned to get up and talk to the passengers. "There will be a wait before we get over the bridge, it looks like someone's hurt."

Suddenly, Randylynn felt a painful punch in her stomach, as if it was telling her that Noah was the one who was hurt. She stood and asked the bus driver to get off. He turned and looked back at the line of cars and trucks in front of them. "Sure, this may take a while. If we're still here, you can come back on whenever." She thanked him and said bye to Bagger and headed off the bus and began to jog to the scene.

3 minutes later she got to the front of the line and saw dozens of people circled around a smashed car. However, it wasn't the accident that made Randylynn's eyes pop, it was the people standing around it.

On the opposite side of the vehicle was Noah, holding hands with a tall Mexican girl. Her heart dropped and instantly, Noah's eye's reached hers. He let go of the girl's hand and stared at her.

Randylynn's feet began to take her over to him. Her entire body seemed to control her and her hand flew across Noah's face.

"Who is she!" Randylynn exclaimed, causing many people's attention over to Noah and Randylynn.

"J-just a friend..." He said shortly."

"Excuse me?" quoted the Mexican girl, crossing her arms. She had an accent and walked over to Randylynn. "I'm his girlfriend, who are you?"

Randylynn felt devastated, but decided to get back at Noah. "Who do you think you are? Kissing me and them hold hands with someone else?"

That made the Mexican girl snap at Noah, "You did WHAT?"

"I thought you actually liked me." Randylyn pouted.

She headed straight back towards the bus, with tears flowing down her face. As she got to teh bus, she made sure that the tears where no longer there but it was obvious that she was crying. Randylynn knocked on the door and it opened. She quietly walked up the musty stairs and sat back in her spot, setting her head of the front seat.

"Any luck with the traffic being good?" The bus driver asked.

"No." Randylynn replied soaking the tears on her sleeves.

"That boy broke your heart didn't he?" Asked Bagger. Randylynn turned to him, still sitting in the seat to the side of her. She nodded with her eyes glistening.

"He was too perfect, and-and then I see him holding hands with some Mexican girl." She growled.

"Now don't go getting mad at the other girl, I doubt she even knew about you." Bagger insisted. The traffic began to pick up and the bus began to move again. They drove past Noah and Randylynn glared at him with fury.

"Boys like him will have nowhere to go in life if they are already doing crap like that. I'm guessing that he's about 15, right? He's already got no where to go if he's cheating on a girl like you." Bagger told her.