Sparkatale

The bus was my only option, though I had my license and I yearning desire to actually drive, but my father refused to buy me any sort of transportation other than a bicycle, which I would never ride in a million years. I waited at the end of my street bouncing on my heels when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone approach from the left. He was tall, lean, with dark hair and dark eyes. I had to admit, he looked eerily like Lynton and I had to repress a squeak from leaving my lips as my heart decided to skip twenty beats. He swaggered to the bus stop and leaned against the stop sign, a hand running through his hair as he completely ignored me. I cleared my throat and he looked over lazily letting his head loll to the side, eyes flicking over me before letting them flick away just as quickly. I took him in in those five seconds I had of silence. He was dressed in what I would call...totally not in dress code. His life shirt was unbuttoned, exposing a tank top underneath is with BRING ME THE HORIZON written in blood red lettering, his pants were not even part of the wardrobe, but were black and tight around the knees, ripped across the thigh and kneecap. His tie was hanging from his belt loop, and he seemed completely oblivious to anyone but himself. He had a kinder looking face, but his wardrobe and demeanor sent me shivering. But his eyes were what caught my attention. There were knowing, and when he curled his lip into a smirk I felt my heart thud. I barely even heard his deep voice rasp out: "Enjoying the view?"