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I was distracted.
It is a bus ride, so it's not like I had anything else to do. Anyway, I like doodsgrepen, so-
Yeah, sorry, I mean Death Grips. It's a stupid meme. I hate being alone with my thoughts and I hate interacting with the world so I've got it loud to drown out both. But because of that it also means I didn't notice what was going on around me until it was right on top of me.
"Hello?"
It's like a shock runs through me, my heart almost skips out of my chest as I jump in fear. But seeing him, Robin, he was so dreamy my heart wouldn't stop for another reason, so cool and perfect and handsome, in his open flannel and beanie, so much so I feel my nose burning deliciously.
I want him.
"Can I sit here?"
"Ah, y-yes, sure," stumbling over my words as I pull my bag into my lap, "s-sorry."
He sits, right next to me, sipping from the can in his hand. He doesn't do anything else because, well, it is a bus, but then he looks at me. I turn away, scared he thinks I'm being creepy or something, until he says, "yo, are you listening to Death Grips?"
Dropping my headphones around my neck, I ask, "what?" More so because I didn't actually hear what he said.
"That's so cool," he smiles, "I've never met someone else who also listens to Death Grips."
I squeak, the burn on my nose spreading out to my cheeks, up to my forehead and down to my shoulders. Oh God, I think, gripping my bag tightly, this is it, quick, say something!
No, I said something worse.
So much worse.
"I- I know what we'll be playing on our wedding night, haha."
Told you. I don't know what he thought but the burning I felt turned into needles when his smile dropped and that was enough for me to assume the worst.
And yeah, it got worse.
So much worse.
"K- KIDDING! I ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"
He didn't seem impressed.
"B- but it's an open relationship," desperately trying to salvage the situation, "so, I am available... ha..."
"Yeah, good music," looking away.
It was so awkward, like my body was on fire! I blew it and just kept digging my grave, all because I have no idea how to talk like a normal person. All I wished for in this hellscape was a way out when-
"Oh," hearing the bell ring, "this is my stop!"
"Here?" Not really, but I'll take anything I can get.
Shuffling past him I say the first thing that comes to mind, barely hearing him say "see you later, then," as I step off the bus. The doors hiss when they close and it sets off, as I stumble to the bus stop and sit, stunned thinking over the last thing out of my mouth.
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Author's note: This was ultimately just an experiment to see how I could render Maya's character - because she's fucking hard as shit to write - which is why the serial has a C instead of the X you're likely used to, but I feel it turned out well enough to be treated as a story. Hope you enjoyed, this one was quite tough.
