Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2011 23:17:54 GMT -5
Neil glanced down at his watch.
8:10.
The bus would arrive any moment, and with it, the most beautiful girl he had ever met.
Well…seen. Not met. At least not yet.
Neil fingered his tweed hat as he thought of her. She always looked stunning, her blonde hair pinned back into the victory curls he had seen go out of fashion after the war, but she still made them look stunning. Her brown eyes were wide and sweet, and he knew her soul before he knew her. Sadie Jones. He had heard the busman say her name dozens of times, and he thought there couldn’t be a sweeter one.
It was no doubt that he loved her.
He looked at his watch again.
8:13.
He began to pace, what was taking so long? Today was the day he was going to talk to her. Sadie. He had been thinking of what to say every day of the week. It was Friday, the day they always rode the bus. He to his music practice, her to…he paused. He didn’t know where she was going to.
A sudden puff of steam and blast of cool air broke him from his reverie. The bus had arrived. Removing his hat as he stepped the stairs and through the threshold of the vehicle, he scanned the place for Sadie.
She was sitting one back from the front, no one with her. No one anywhere really. They were the only two on the bus.
Which is why when she looked up at him with those deep brown eyes, her face as pretty as a rose, he looked away immediately and sat in the seat three back. At the very least, he could still see her.
She looked down at her hands sitting in her lap, dejectedly. Neil felt himself begin to stand to comfort her, but the sudden movement of the bus knocked him back, and her as well. Instead of going back to her hands, she stared out the window.
Neil just sat there, taking in everything she did, her face sweet and serene, though it still looked troubled. But, before he could get up his courage, the bus halted all too soon.
“Byrne!” He barked. “Your stop.”
Neil got up and lingered when he passed Sadie. She glanced up at him and looked away quickly, her face becoming red as the red rose. Shaking away his thoughts of how they could be in love, if only he had the courage, he stepped off the bus and began to walk off.
Sadie watched as the door shut, sealing her away from Neil. She sighed. ‘Sadie Byrne…’ she mused, giggling. But her thoughts suddenly took a darker approach as she thought of how he had moved away from her so fast. Had he caught her staring?
She turned back to where the man had sat, her brow arched with curiosity. She got up and moved over to it, her hands picking up the familiar tweed fabric. It was the hat she never saw him without.
Her crimson lips spread into a huge grin, exposing her white teeth. She clutched the hat to her chest and jumped up and down with excitement a moment, before the bus jolted, making her fall into the seat.
“Come on Sadie,” the driver said. “Your stop.”
She nodded, picking up the hat again and brushing it off. “R-right. Coming.”
~*~
Rain pelted down onto the pavement in front of Neil. He still sat on the bench at the bus stop, nothing protecting him from the weather. There was no way he’d miss the bus. If he missed the bus, he’d miss Sadie.
He glanced down at his watch again, more impatient than ever, it was nine o’clock, and the bus hadn’t shown yet. He ran his fingers through his saturated hair, missing the hat he had lost last week. That was another reason he needed the bus. He needed his hat back.
Suddenly, a blast of lightning came hurling down, and Neil could have sworn he felt the ground shake beneath him. Thunder rang off simultaneously. This was more than just a summer shower, and he was in the middle of it.
Abandoning the bench, and all hope of seeing Sadie (or his hat) he ran for the nearest shelter. Squinting through the heavy rain, he spotted a café with some outdoor tables. It was completely cleared out of course, but its shade umbrellas were still up. He sprinted for them.
Once he was under the cover, he looked out into the mist again. Now, he saw a figure, it looked like a girl, trying to hold onto her umbrella and failing miserably.
“Hey!” He shouted, just as her cover upturned and went into the wind. “Hey! Over here!” he waved his arm back into the storm. A second later she came running up under the cover.
“Come ‘ere,” he said when she arrived. The girl was standing half way in the rain to let him have his space. He backed up, pulling her closer.
She whirled to face him, and he knew her in an instant.
“Sadi-” He stopped in a gasp, but it was too late. He winced at his mistake. He wasn’t even supposed to know her name.
“Uh…uh…” she looked around uneasily. “Here!” She pulled off the hat she was wearing and held it out to him.
“What…” with a shocked expression he scooped us his hat.
“I…I found it. On the bus.” The girl panted. “I wanted to give it back.”
“Oh.” Neil was still puzzled. “Okay. But, how did you get here? The bus isn’t running.”
Sadie looked away shyly. “I walked.” Just as she said it, the storm picked up again, making her give out a small shriek.
“Hey, no!” he put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be fine.” He consoled.
“Oh.” she stared intently at her hands, which were now resting on his chest. “Uh…uh…your hat!” She cried.
“Huh?”
“Your hat, where did it go?” she backed up to look.
Neil had dropped it when he grabbed her, he glanced at the ground as well and saw the cap he had had since he was just a kid float away in the rainwater, washing straight into the gutter, disappearing into its darkness.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said, pulling her to him again. “I’m just fine here without it.”
THE END
8:10.
The bus would arrive any moment, and with it, the most beautiful girl he had ever met.
Well…seen. Not met. At least not yet.
Neil fingered his tweed hat as he thought of her. She always looked stunning, her blonde hair pinned back into the victory curls he had seen go out of fashion after the war, but she still made them look stunning. Her brown eyes were wide and sweet, and he knew her soul before he knew her. Sadie Jones. He had heard the busman say her name dozens of times, and he thought there couldn’t be a sweeter one.
It was no doubt that he loved her.
He looked at his watch again.
8:13.
He began to pace, what was taking so long? Today was the day he was going to talk to her. Sadie. He had been thinking of what to say every day of the week. It was Friday, the day they always rode the bus. He to his music practice, her to…he paused. He didn’t know where she was going to.
A sudden puff of steam and blast of cool air broke him from his reverie. The bus had arrived. Removing his hat as he stepped the stairs and through the threshold of the vehicle, he scanned the place for Sadie.
She was sitting one back from the front, no one with her. No one anywhere really. They were the only two on the bus.
Which is why when she looked up at him with those deep brown eyes, her face as pretty as a rose, he looked away immediately and sat in the seat three back. At the very least, he could still see her.
She looked down at her hands sitting in her lap, dejectedly. Neil felt himself begin to stand to comfort her, but the sudden movement of the bus knocked him back, and her as well. Instead of going back to her hands, she stared out the window.
Neil just sat there, taking in everything she did, her face sweet and serene, though it still looked troubled. But, before he could get up his courage, the bus halted all too soon.
“Byrne!” He barked. “Your stop.”
Neil got up and lingered when he passed Sadie. She glanced up at him and looked away quickly, her face becoming red as the red rose. Shaking away his thoughts of how they could be in love, if only he had the courage, he stepped off the bus and began to walk off.
Sadie watched as the door shut, sealing her away from Neil. She sighed. ‘Sadie Byrne…’ she mused, giggling. But her thoughts suddenly took a darker approach as she thought of how he had moved away from her so fast. Had he caught her staring?
She turned back to where the man had sat, her brow arched with curiosity. She got up and moved over to it, her hands picking up the familiar tweed fabric. It was the hat she never saw him without.
Her crimson lips spread into a huge grin, exposing her white teeth. She clutched the hat to her chest and jumped up and down with excitement a moment, before the bus jolted, making her fall into the seat.
“Come on Sadie,” the driver said. “Your stop.”
She nodded, picking up the hat again and brushing it off. “R-right. Coming.”
~*~
Rain pelted down onto the pavement in front of Neil. He still sat on the bench at the bus stop, nothing protecting him from the weather. There was no way he’d miss the bus. If he missed the bus, he’d miss Sadie.
He glanced down at his watch again, more impatient than ever, it was nine o’clock, and the bus hadn’t shown yet. He ran his fingers through his saturated hair, missing the hat he had lost last week. That was another reason he needed the bus. He needed his hat back.
Suddenly, a blast of lightning came hurling down, and Neil could have sworn he felt the ground shake beneath him. Thunder rang off simultaneously. This was more than just a summer shower, and he was in the middle of it.
Abandoning the bench, and all hope of seeing Sadie (or his hat) he ran for the nearest shelter. Squinting through the heavy rain, he spotted a café with some outdoor tables. It was completely cleared out of course, but its shade umbrellas were still up. He sprinted for them.
Once he was under the cover, he looked out into the mist again. Now, he saw a figure, it looked like a girl, trying to hold onto her umbrella and failing miserably.
“Hey!” He shouted, just as her cover upturned and went into the wind. “Hey! Over here!” he waved his arm back into the storm. A second later she came running up under the cover.
“Come ‘ere,” he said when she arrived. The girl was standing half way in the rain to let him have his space. He backed up, pulling her closer.
She whirled to face him, and he knew her in an instant.
“Sadi-” He stopped in a gasp, but it was too late. He winced at his mistake. He wasn’t even supposed to know her name.
“Uh…uh…” she looked around uneasily. “Here!” She pulled off the hat she was wearing and held it out to him.
“What…” with a shocked expression he scooped us his hat.
“I…I found it. On the bus.” The girl panted. “I wanted to give it back.”
“Oh.” Neil was still puzzled. “Okay. But, how did you get here? The bus isn’t running.”
Sadie looked away shyly. “I walked.” Just as she said it, the storm picked up again, making her give out a small shriek.
“Hey, no!” he put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be fine.” He consoled.
“Oh.” she stared intently at her hands, which were now resting on his chest. “Uh…uh…your hat!” She cried.
“Huh?”
“Your hat, where did it go?” she backed up to look.
Neil had dropped it when he grabbed her, he glanced at the ground as well and saw the cap he had had since he was just a kid float away in the rainwater, washing straight into the gutter, disappearing into its darkness.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said, pulling her to him again. “I’m just fine here without it.”
THE END