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It Started On The Bus

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When my car broke down and I was told it wasn’t fixable, I just wanted to scream. I was far too broke to even think of buying a new one, even a used one. I had no choice, other than to start taking the bus to work. I hated the idea, but I wasn’t about to ask my parents for help. They would somehow attach strings to it, I didn’t need the hassle. I’m twenty one, I can handle this on my own. It’s been three weeks of taking the bus to work. It’s funny how quickly you start to fall into a routine, seeing certain people each day and not on others. I’ve always been one to watch other’s habits. Like the one little old lady who only comes on the bus Tuesday and Thursday, she always sits alone, but I always hear her talk to herself. It doesn’t sound like she is talking to herself, but carrying on a conversation with someone else. Someone only she can see. The mother with three little kids, I don’t know how she handles it. I can tell the kids range from one year old to maybe eight years old. The middle one gives her the most trouble, he’s very loud and brings a lot of attention to them. It makes me feel bad for her, she seems to handle it well enough, though. I’d probably pull my hair out. There is one homeless man who comes on as often as he can. I think he does, just for the warmth of the bus. It being mid November, it has gotten really cold already. I think it’s going to be a very frigid winter. I keep hoping that snow doesn’t fall, I really don’t like snow. The upside is, I don’t need to clear off my car. One more person catches my eye, she comes on just during the week, so I’m guessing she has a good job. She looks to be in her late twenties. We’ve not really exchanged hellos but have nodded towards each other. She is always on her BlackBerry, giving me another reason to think she has a good job. It sure beats mine, I work at a diner during the week and on the weekends I bartend. She has a stylish look, which is what caught my eyes at first glance. She has long, light brown hair that she usually wears down, it hangs past her shoulders. To me, it looks like silk. I have thought more than once to touch it. She has pretty blue eyes, they don’t seem to sparkle though. I’m not sure she is very happy, most people’s eyes sparkle when they’re happy. She’s fairly slim but with enough curves that make me bite my lip, wanting to see more. It’s a Thursday and the bus is full, it’s first thing in the morning and people just keep piling on. All the regulars, plus others are on today. I’m one of the first pickups, also one of the last drop-offs. I’m at the back of the bus, waiting for the few at this stop to come on. We’re one away from where the girl whose name I’ve not learned yet comes on. I do look forward to seeing her come on. Sitting there, I play with the hem of my skirt, wishing I had a better job. It would be nice not to wear a waitress uniform every day. It’s a light sky blue colour, so at least the colour isn’t horrible. I’ve been told by many, I have a nice arse in it. That is usually coming from truckers or drunken old men, so I don’t pay much mind to it. Just enough mind to get a larger tip from them when it comes to the end of their meal. I have to keep my hair up and out of the way when I’m at the diner. Not that it’s a problem, it’s always so hot there, especially in the back, so it’s easier to keep it up. When the bus comes to a stop, I look out the window and see her standing there. She is, as always, on her BlackBerry. I can’t help but smile, she seems very businesslike. I wonder if she even knows how to have fun any more. When she does come up the few short steps, she notices the bus is full, but there is a seat right in front of me and she makes her way to it. She gives me a nod, smiling at me, as she is about to sit. It makes me feel all jittery. As the bus pulls from the curb, I let my mind float back to May and when my ex broke up with me. He said that he wasn’t feeling it, that he needed to go and see what else was out there. It was fine by me, because I was growing bahis siteleri bored of him. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I stayed, but didn’t get all strung up over the break up. I think he was rather hurt that I didn’t, which made me laugh inwardly. I haven’t been dating anyone since though, being too busy with life. This summer, I didn’t work as much as I normally do. I had turned twenty one at the start of summer, so I had a lot of fun. In September, I got my second job at the bar, which I almost didn’t get. They didn’t think I could tend a bar, just thought I was a pretty face. I showed them though, showing them I had skills with making drinks. I got the job and I’ve been doing really well since. I love the job, it just doesn’t pay a whole lot, the tips help, just like at the diner. My teenage years were rebellious, I liked to explore my wild side, which angered my parents a lot. I always told them it was my job as a teenager, to act as such. It never affected my grades at school, I wasn’t going to screw that up, but in every other way, I acted out. My parents had to get me out of a lot of tough things, which is when they started adding strings attached to such times. That is why I won’t ask them for help now. I know how they are. At seventeen, I met a girl in detention who was very fond of me. We became very close friends, getting into all kinds of trouble. She introduced me to alcohol and weed. I could handle the alcohol, but the weed never did much for me, most times. When we first smoked, it was right before detention for skipping class. We smoked in the girls’ bathroom, it made me so high I thought I was going to fly. I wasn’t sure I liked the feeling. Getting to the class where detention was being held, two others were in the room. Two guys, who ended up getting into a fist fight. Gina, being who she was, yelled at them and told them to watch. In a flat second, she pulled me into a long, deep kiss. It did get the guys’ attention! The teacher, as well, they just stood there watching, as we kissed. It was my first time kissing a girl, her lips were so soft and gentle. It was beautiful. After that, we started to explore more. I lost my girl virginity to her. We never dated, we were just best friends who fooled around. That is, until she got into trouble and was sent off to live with her aunt a few states away. We stayed in touch for about a year, but lost touch when she moved to California to become an actress. I’ve not seen her in anything, but do keep an eye out for her name every once in a while. It is the most beautiful voice I hear that snaps me from my daze. “Erm, I think this is your stop as well, isn’t it?” The girl in the seat before me, is turned facing me. A smile on her stunning pink lips, her eyebrow lifted, wondering where I let myself go. I couldn’t help but blush, looking around, I notice we are, in fact, at my stop. “Oh, um, yeah, hey, thanks. I think I must need a second cup of coffee this morning,” I grin, standing up to exit the bus. “Oh, it’s all right, I have those days as well. I just didn’t want you to miss your stop and have to loop back through.” “Thank you again, I was so lost in thought.” “Yes, I could tell. Oh, by the way, my name is Charlotte. You know, in case you wanted to know,” she looks at me with a smile again. “Mine is Sally, it’s a pleasure to meet you Charlotte. I love your name.” I feel like a school girl, unsure what to say. I blush deeply. We’re both stepping off the bus now, knowing we part ways, I see her reach out to shake my hand. I take hers, feeling the beautiful smoothness of her skin, it makes me shiver, wanting to feel more of her. When she lets go, I want to grip her tighter, pulling her into a kiss. Almost like Gina did to me all those years ago, but I don’t. The wind blows, making me shiver. My waitress dress clings to my frame, making me ache for warmth. I turn to head towards the diner, listening to the click of Charlotte’s heels clicking down the pavement. The rustling of the leaves blowing along canlı bahis siteleri the pavement swirl, the sound of traffic, the smell of food and the river down the road, all fill my senses, but I focus on her clicking heels. Reaching the door to the diner, I look back, just as she turns the corner of the block. I let out a happy sigh, entering the diner. The smell of bacon, eggs and coffee fill my senses heavenly. I shrug off my jacket and head out back, putting my things away in my area. Tying my apron on, I go and speak to the cook, listening to the morning events so far. It’s a slow morning, which was fine, but shit for tips. I’ve been working at the diner for almost three years, so I’m one of the longer-standing waitresses here. With things going the way they are, I could be promoted to manager. The pay raise would be nice and so needed to get a new car. Over the next two weeks, things are the same: Work, work and more work. I spend as little as I can to save for the car, I refuse to tell my parents about the one I no longer have. Even on Thanksgiving, I show up in the morning by taxi. I explain to them, it’s simply in the shop. I offered a week ago to take the night shift today, being Thanksgiving, so I could get overtime. My parents aren’t pleased, but I tell them the money is needed. We have a tense lunch, with little conversation. Neither of my parents is proud of what I do for a living. They tell me I can do so much more with my life. This is what I choose to do with my life right now, but neither understand or grasp that it’s what I want to do. After lunch, I ask my father to bring me to work. He agrees, but this, of course, leads to a lecture. He goes on about me needing a better car, one that doesn’t always need so much work. I want to yell at him that I’ve been busting my arse to get a new one. I don’t though, I know he’ll just lecture me on that as well. I bite the bullet, taking the lecture, as I always do. We arrive at the diner, I scramble out of the car with a quick thanks and head inside. It’s fairly quiet, with just a few costumers. Lydia, the other waitress, smiles at me, as she offers me some coffee. I smile, slipping off my jacket and heading out back. When I come back, I fix my coffee to my liking. She tells me it has been slow, but should pick up soon. I’ve never worked on Thanksgiving before, she has and the ones without families usually come in, in the evening. It takes an hour before the diner begins to fill with mostly just loners. One or two adults bring their kids, a few homeless people also come in. We always make a habit of cutting their check in half, allowing them to have a warm meal on the holidays. The owner grew up with a lot of struggle, knowing how hard it is to get a warm meal each night. He wishes he could do more, but this is something. The bell jingles, catching my attention, I look over and I see Charlotte walk in. I gasp inwardly, trying to figure out why she, of all people, would be coming into the diner, more so on Thanksgiving. Lydia seats her in my area, I try to act natural and head towards the table. I smile at her, “good evening, Charlotte, how are you?” Her eyes flickering up at me, she smiles, “ah, well, let’s see, I was stood up and work was long, I’m tired and starving. Please tell me you guys have something greasy and dripping with fat.” I could tell she was trying to put on that she was okay, but I knew she wasn’t. We’ve only talked a few times on the bus on the way to work. She is still very much attached to her BlackBerry, but it has been nice the few times. She’s been on my mind a lot, with each day, I fancy her a little more. “Of course we do, this wouldn’t be a diner otherwise. We make the best eggs Benedict, comes with bacon and sausage, dripping with fat and totally greasy,” I wink at her. “That sounds perfect, with a chocolate shake, please. I’m going to spoil myself tonight,” she giggles. “We’re all allowed to do that once in awhile, aren’t we? If not, who else is going to?” “Damn straight, canlı bahis Honey!” Smiling, I turn to go place her order in with the cook. I tell him to double the bacon, he winks at me, telling me no problem. I notice the time, seeing as I only have two more hours in my shift, I sigh. I’m grateful, it’s been a long day. I want to go home, take a long hot bath and make a stiff drink. I make Charlotte her shake, wondering if she is even into girls. I have noticed, being bisexual, I don’t have the gaydar, like others seem to have. It makes me a little nervous flirting with ladies. I would never want to offend anyone. I have only ever been with two girls in my life before and they both took the first move, so if Charlotte is, I wish she would. The cook dings the bell, letting me know food is ready. I grab the plate and the shake, heading towards Charlotte, who is, of course, on her BlackBerry. I set everything down, smiling at her, “here you go, darling. I even doubled you bacon, can’t go wrong with bacon, eh?” “Oh hell, spoil me!” She giggles, putting her BlackBerry away, “can you join me, even for a few minutes?” I look around, noticing the diner is clearing out, no one needing attention. “Ah, sure, I can for a minute.” “Thanks, I hate eating alone. I’ve never been here, you know? I’ve worked at my job for six years and never been here. I’ve heard good things about it, though. I’ve been more interested when I realised you worked here. To be honest, that’s why I came in. When I got stood up, for some reason I thought about you and decided why not chance it. I’m shocked you’re here on a holiday, though.” I think my jaw drops to the table, trying to digest all that she is telling me. She thinks about me? I think my face must be ten shades of red. Why would she think of me when she was stood up? Is that a bad thing? Who cares, she thinks of me! My head spins with delight. “Well, I for one, am glad you came in. I hope you like the food. The service is always good, regardless of whom you get. Why did you think of me when you got stood up?” “Erm, oh, well, this girl asked me out last week and she, for some reason, picked today. She didn’t realise it was Thanksgiving! Can you imagine that? She was pretty, how could I say no though, right? Well, she called me this morning, telling me she didn’t know it was, but had to do the family thing. Stood me up on the actual day! I thought of you because you are prettier than her, so for some reason it made me think of you. I hope that isn’t too forward of me.” Her words trailed, it made me blush again, thinking of what I was just thinking of. I wonder if she can read minds, giving I was just thinking she should take the first move. Is she hitting on me? Making a move? Give it a break, Sally! Slow down, damn. “No, no, that is, erm, no, it’s fine. It just caught me off guard. I can’t deny I haven’t thought of you as well. I do, often, in fact. Not in the stalker, creepy way or anything though,” I couldn’t help but laugh, looking at her. She looks back at me, her face dead blank, she leans in forward closer to me, “bloody freak,” she whispers. I’m taken aback, thinking I did offend her, before she cracks a smile and starts laughing at me. “I’m just kidding! That’s brilliant, I’m glad I’m not the only one. And oh my God! This food is amazing.” “I told you!” I giggle, relaxing easily into a conversation with her. Lydia seems to take notice, not minding handling the two other customers. In no time, they are gone and I’m lost in conversation with Charlotte. After about a half hour, I excuse myself, knowing I have to help clean up. Charlotte finishes her meal, but works on a coffee with pie. I’m not sure where she puts all this food, but she manages it. When closing time comes, Charlotte is still here, and she waves me over. I go over, thinking she is just ready to pay. “I don’t normally do this, but do you want to come home with me? Maybe we can have a drink or something…” Her voice is suddenly soft, shy almost. “Ah, that would be really nice. I’d like that. We just need to close up.” “Okay, I’ll call us a taxi. I’ll meet you outside?” “Sure thing, darling, be out in a few minutes.” I rush over to Lydia and fill her in on the details, at least the ones I want to share.

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