I Love You, did you know?

I sit on my seat, glaring at anyone that looks at me. I don't know why I'm so grumpy - maybe it's because YOU'RE not on the bus today. I feel sad and empty inside, but then - a miracle! You run to the bus stop - just in time. You quickly thrust your ticket at the driver in your haste to get on. My cheeks flush a violent shade of crimson as you sit in the seat opposite me. I have a clear view of you. 1

You set down your bag and look up to your friends. They all start chatting, but you dis-include yourself from their pointless gossip. You shuffle your big feet around - they're so huge there's hardly room for them both! As you move your bag, I blush again, and you look up into my eyes. The eyes that I divert to another position - a small patch on the back of your chair, a piece of blue chewing gum stuck roughly on the side. I see you frown, and you mumble something to yourself. I curse my redding cheeks - the way I blush for no absolute reason. 2

When I think you're not looking, I quickly shoot a glance at you. I sigh with relief when I discover that you're immersed in the conversation. I keep staring at you, your perfect eyes, your cheesy grin. The permanently-stoned look about you as you decide how to include yourself with your friends.3

You've just had a new hair-cut - it's looks dreadful, but on you, anything would take my breath away. I let my mind wander, thinking of what could be my future - a future with you. But then SHE gets on, and your face lights up. I don't see why you love her. She's not that pretty. And the way her dyed-brown hair falls over her left eye is just so obstreperous*! Already, I hate her more. It hurts the way you begin to enjoy yourself only when SHE gets on the bus. 4

I watch with great envy as you move over on seat to make room for her, a grin plastered on your face. A tiny tear trickles down my cheek, and I gently brush it away. Then another tear comes, and before I know it, I'm sobbing - enough to get my blazer wet! I shake uncontrollably as I think of how ugly she is, and how much you love her. I scream (silently) in agony as you put your lanky arms around her, and embrace her, still smiling. Suddenly, you seem to notice my distress. You watch me with a frown, and move over to sit by me. I blush, still crying, and wonder what the heck you're doing. Your little 'friend', Paige, glares at me with firey eyes as she starts a fake coughing fit to grab your attention.5

"Are you okay?" you ask, patting her back and hugging her more. I cry more at the sweetness of your voice - tinted with a beautiful scottish accent. 6

She nods. "I think so," she says, smirking at me. "What's wrong with that little girl?" She makes herself sound so innocent - so...perfect. But she's not. 7

"I don't know," you admit. "Wait, isn't that Aj's little sister?" you wonder aloud as you fully take in my existence. I blush, and immediately cease my tears. For now. "She's not actually that little, Paigey," I wince at the stupid nickname. "She's almost fifteen."8

'Paigey' glares at me again, and you take another look at me. "Are you okay?" you ask again, but this time to me. My cheeks flush a hideous shade of deep red as you place your large hand on my shoulder to comfort me. But you don't realise that you're feeding my sadness. It's unfair. Why couldn't you love me? Just... once?