Fucking, Public Transit.

Public Transit

Shortly after 7am Logan had stumbled out his front door and down the street to the nearest bus stop. Situated in front of a dingy old apartment and across the street from a funeral home, Logan waited impatiently for the next bus.

At approximately 7:25, ten minutes later than it was supposed to, the bus arrived. Logan clambered on, tossed his change into the fare meter and began his quest for a comfortable seat.

There was none.

So Logan stood in the middle of the bus, clutching one of many poles in the contraptions metal jungle for his dear life as the bus driver swerved along the road, braking in a rhythm that had Logan pushing and pulling against the pole continuously.

A few minutes into the ride he glanced down at his phone and realized it was well after 7:30, he had just fifteen minutes to reach his destination on time. Logan nervously calculated how much ground his travel still had to cover, worrying at his lip as he watched buildings whiz by.

He could probably, just maybe, make it with a few minutes to spare; the bus was moving fast enough, and as long as-

Logan was interrupted in mid-thought as a small lump wandered slowly past his line of vision. A little old lady, leaning heavily over her walker, staggered from her seat and over to Logan.

Her hand landed right above his, her wrinkled palm squishing Logan's into the metal bar. Irritated, Logan slowly tried to pull from her grip, hoping to at least, have her realize she was clutching his hand without startling her to fall.

It was all to no avail. The little old woman, clutched onto Logan's hand for her dear life as the bus turned into the mall round-a-bout, and Logan silently cursed his existence.

The bus came to stop next to the mall's main entrance, which was flooded with pedestrians waiting for their morning commute. Logan heaved a sigh of relief as the bus doors swung open and the old lady released her grip on his hand, slugging out of the bus.

Sadly,though, his happiness was short lived.

Moments after the the last passengers stepped off the bus, the doors were flooded by more people. Many tried hopping on from the back entrance, hoping to skip out on paying the fare, and managed to bump Logan around like a pinball in the process.

Logan gripped the metal bar before him with stubborn attention, determined not to be uprooted from his spot, even as a enormously large man stepped onto the bus, shaking the floor beneath him. He unknowingly bumped people aside with his large belly and Logan had to press himself back against the bar to avoid be flung across the bus.

Once safely passed by the large man, Logan rested comfortably back against the pole, or comfortably as he could standing on his dead, tired weight. He glanced around the bus for a quick moment, searching for an available seat. No such luck to be found though, the cluster of pedestrians newly aboard the bus had snatched them all up.

Sighing for the umpteenth time that morning, Logan pulled out his iPod from his jacket pocket and plugged in his earphones. Perhaps he could calmly enjoy the rest of his morning commute, avoiding any more mishaps.

But it seemed like no gods where on his side, that day.

A putrid odour filled his nostrils and Logan rose his head to come face to face with an utterly repulsive sight.

The man before him had to be the most unkempt, nasty and grimy person Logan had ever come across. His grey beard was long and unshaven, tufts reached out to his mid stomach, and the entire expanse of wiry grey hair was stained with blotches of orange something and what smelled like rotten cheese bits.

Logan almost puked on the spot.

He turned on his heel and faced the front of the bus instead, hoping to avoid the gruesome man behind him.

"Hey, Kid."

Mother fucking, fucking, fucker, fuck the-

"Hey, Kid." The mans gruff voice broke his self-rant and Logan glanced back before returning his attention to his iPod screen.

"Hey, Kid, I'm talking to ya." Logan's shoulder hunched as he smelt the putrid odour drifting closer, almost positive in thinking if he turned around, he'd be face to face with the man.

"Sorry, uh, yes?" Logan did not turn around, but decided appeasing the man with a response might get him off his back.

"What ya listening to?" Logan quickly glanced up at the man, to see him pointy a beefy and dirty finger at his iPod. Glancing back down at the screen Logan answered the man.

"Edge of Desire by John Mayer."

The man snorted, "you gotta listen to the good stuff, Kid, not all that new junk."

Logan frowned, but figuring their conversation was at its end, just nodded at the man and turned back to his iPod.

"Ever hear of The Ramones?"

"Yeah, uh, I have some of their-"

"Now that's a good band," he scanned Logan up at down, "better than all that sparkly shit you kid's spit out these days."

Logan tried not to look offended and simply nodded his head again.

"Here Kid." the man pulled something out of his pocket, and Logan silently feared it would be in as bad shape as its owner.

"Have my number, you can call me up sometime and I can share with you some real music." The man shoved a worn piece of paper into his pocket and Logan wondered why he was just carrying around a piece of paper with his phone number.

"Uh, thanks." He glanced down at the paper, pretending to read over the number before shoving it into his bag pocket. That shit was going nowhere near his clothes.

"No problem Kid," the man turned to face the door and waited for it to pull to a safe stop at the bus shelter before opening the doors.

Just as he stepped down from the bus, he threw Logan a flirtatious wink, biting the tip of his tongue. The doors shut behind him as he stepped onto the sidewalk.

As the bus pulled away Logan stood shocked and quite bothered by the mans actions. He reached into his bag for the piece of paper, but swallowed and pulled his hand back out.

He felt so...he shuddered and turned up the volume of his iPod, preventing any other thoughts on the matter from entering his mind.

Thankfully, a few minutes later, the bus reached his destination and Logan hopped off, beginning his trek to his final destination.

Whether it was from waking up so early and being dead tired, having his hand crushed in the grasp on and old lady or being hit on by some dirty old hobo, Logan broke into a big smile as he caught sight of his blond boyfriend perched against his car. He broke into a run and jumped into the blonds arms, startling him slightly, but receiving a chuckle and a tender kiss into his hair.

"Hey Baby, I missed you too." Kendall smiled down at the smaller boy, arms circling his waist, leaning him back into his arms as he rested back against his vehicle.

"Kendall, I hate public buses." Logan whimpered into his boyfriends chest as he recalled the events of his early morning. "People are gross and ignorant and mean and perverted and-"

"What happened Babe?" Kendall frowned, Logan only rambled when he felt uncomfortable.

Logan sighed, glancing up at the tall blond, "some greasy old fucker slipped me his phone number, and some little old lady squashed my fingers and-"

"I'm sorry, his phone number?" Logan could feel the tension stiffen his boyfriends frame and Logan nodded reaching for his bag to pull out the piece of paper.

He gave it to Kendall, who glance over it before shoving it in his own pocket. Upon receiving a questioning look from his boyfriend he simply kissed him on the forehead and directed him to the cars passenger seat.

"I'll keep this with me, I think I need to make a friendly call later." The two clambered into Kendall's car and exited the parking lot.

Needless to say, Logan never took the bus again.

I had to write this after my adventure to work one morning. I truly do despise the public bus system and need to get off my ass and get my full licence. My parents agree - I need to get off my ass.

Update for Gender and Sex very likely to come tomorrow! I've been having a little trouble with the latest chapter.

Please do review!