Hesitantly, she bit her lip. The blonde haired boy was sat in front of her. An arms reach away.
She could touch him.
This crush of hers would not go away. She was helplessly falling for the blonde haired, green eyed stranger that was always on her bus. He got on a stop after her, and got off a stop afterwards. Their paths crossed five times each week and still she resisted ever caving in to the growing feelings she had.
Leaning her head against the window, she felt the slight jolts of the bus, the hum of the engine rang softly in the ear that was lacking a headphone - her only window into the outside world.
Sharply, his head whipped around and he was facing her. It was obvious he had heard a noise at the back of the bus but her heart raced none the less. She glimpsed him for a second. It was only a second but it set her heart on fire, and a knot of flitting butterflies filled her stomach. His chiselled jaw; his emerald eyes; his light sprinkling of freckles; his messy blonde hair, flopping delicately onto his forehead; his everything. He looked perfect, and she’d often spotted him reading a book, or even glanced at the music he was listening too which made him even more perfect.
It was his stop, and the fleeting moment of bliss she’d had fluttered away. He got up and walked away, off the bus and out of her heart till tomorrow. She’d missed another chance.
Her world crashed back into the harsh reality that was her life. A romance like that was only going to happen in the movies anyway, she thought.