Inspired by Rebecca's journey home, she's awesomely hilarious, and a brilliant writer, with an awesome fringe, and lovely singing voice.

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Mara Jaffray sighed, and her breath fogged up the window. She wiped it away with her sleeve, only to sigh again. She was bored, she was beyond bored. She was out of her mind bored. She had been on the bus for an hour. An hour. The trip home should have taken fifteen minutes, but there was snow everywhere, and the normal road was closed, so the bus was going the long way round. Which would be half an hour normally, only that everyone in the entire world had decided to take their care today! She took out her phone, only to find the battery was down. She took out her ipod, only to realise she had left her ear phones at home. She looks in her bag for a book, but no, for the first time in record history, Mara Jaffray did not have her reliable books with her. She tapped her foot against the floor, her legs ached. She didn't have a seat, no, it was far too crowded for that. Traffic.

"Excuse me?" came a voice from behind her. She turned to look up, to see a gorgeous blond boy looking down at her "Would you like my seat?" he gestured to the seat he had just vacated, and several other weary passengers were eying. Mara's eyes widened slightly, as she brushed some hair from her eye

"U-Um…yes, thanks, if you're sure you don't mind?" she responded quietly. He flashed her a smile and she was sure her heart stopped beating. He nodded, and she sat down, a massive feeling of relaxation. He leaned against the side of the bus, as it crawled forward.

"I'm Jerome," he said. Mara wringed her hands together, and she bit her lip.

"Hi,"

He chuckled lightly "So you're not going to tell me your name?" his face was flawless, and his hair was amazing. He looked out of place in a grimy old bus. He looked like someone who should be on a red carpet. Cameras on his all the time.

"I'm Mara,"

"Mara?" he asked, arching an eyebrow "Unusual name." she was about to respond, but he kept talking "And what is a lovely lady like yourself doing on such a crowded bus?" he was dressed perfectly, expensively, and Mara realised he must be doing well. What was he? A doctor, a programmer? A model? He was wearing a purple shirt, with a loose, skinny, dark purple tie, the top few buttons undone, expensive, designer trousers, and glowing black shoes. Mara felt uncomfortable in her jeans and jumper.

"I'm coming home from visiting a friend,"

"A boyfriend?" he pressed, and Mara's eyes widened slightly as she realised…was this model actually flirting with her? But why? Why on earth would he do that? She was pretty, but he was way out of her league. Mara may have been almost blind to the social ladder of the world, but she did understand one thing, Jerome was way out of her league.

"No," she said quietly. His lips pressed together in unconcealed delight. He bent onto one knee, tying his shoe lace as the bus came to another stop. He was very close to Mara, if she leaned down, and his face turned upwards they co- She was being ridiculous. "D-do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

Jerome looked up at her and she leaned back, blushing, he ignored it "No, never found the right one," he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth thoughtfully as he tied to knot.

"Oh," Mara whispered "You will, one day, don't worry,"

"I know." Jerome grinned "7 billion people out there? Someone will want to marry me," he pulled out his phone, a touch screen, expensive, again. "Can I have your number, maybe?" Mara's eyes almost popped out of her head and she stood, just as the bus moved, so she wobbled and fell onto him. He caught her waist, and her face was mere centimetres from his. His breath fanned over, cooling her skin "Are you alright?"

"I-I…I…"

Jerome helped her back onto the seat, not standing up, but remaining crouched on the floor "You don't want to give me your number?" he asked, frowning. Mara shook her head and he smiled, she couldn't help but grin slightly.

"Here," she turned her phone, the number written on the screen, he typed it in quickly. Double checking it afterwards.

"Now for a picture," he lifted it up but Mara shook her head

"No way! I look terrible in photo's! Plus, I don't even know you!" but even after saying that, she smiled for the camera, and the click went off. He watched the screen for a moment "How does it look?" she asked, wincing.

"Beautiful." He whispered, eyes flickering up to meet hers, such a deep intense shade of blue she was sure she was seeing things. He leaned forward, and she couldn't help her eyes from shutting, as she too leaned towards him.

"Number 19 Stop!" cried the bus driver. Mara leapt up, Jerome stood quickly.

"This is my stop," she whispered. Jerome smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Go," he watched Mara struggled through the crowd of people, and out into the cold air, her hair blew about frantically as she tugged her coat tighter around her. Still beautiful. She waited as the bus started to move, her eyes locking with Jerome, as she gave a small wave. And she could have sworn he mouthed a word.

Beautiful.

Mara shook her head, heading home as the snow began to fall. She was crazy, she was seeing things. But she couldn't help but smile at the thought that he might text her soon. Even the smallest possibility filled her with joy.

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"You're doing English?" Jerome asked, watching the small girl in front of him. She nodded, taking a small bite of her sandwich.

"What about you? Or are you an apprentice…I mean, you must have money right?" she guessed. Jerome chuckled, taking a sip of coffee.

"I do alright," he shrugged. But then he spotted Mara's arched eyebrow and grinned "Alright, my great uncle left me a lot."

"Lucky you,"

"Now let's stop talking about financial status." He closed their conversation, reached to touch her hand gently over the table "Let's talk about…"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Mara blurted out before she could stop herself. Jerome couldn't help but smile.

"Why, beautiful? Do you?"

"I asked you first," she whispered, blushing. Jerome became serious, and he leaned over the table towards her. She inhaled his scent, like nothing she had ever smelt before, intoxicating.

"I do in fact believe in love a-" he was cut off when Mara pressed her lips to his. It was short, but sweet, and it left him tingling. She pulled black, blushing harder.

"Sorry, I just had to see," Mara explain with a smile. Jerome sat there dazed, blank for a moment, swaying slightly. "Jerome?" she asked again.

"Y-yeah," he asked, voice high pitched. Mara laughed, pushing his coffee towards him.

"Drink up, Romeo."

"Romeo?" Jerome arched an eyebrow, recovering from the wonderfulness and leaning in for another kiss, which she gave him gladly "Why not make our own love story?"

"Preferably with a happy ending,"

Jerome nodded, thanking the lord that there had been no taxi's available. And he pressed his thin pink lips, to Mara's.

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