The Bus Ride

Going through some of my old writing, I found this piece I wrote two years ago.  Doesn't have any significance now, but it's interesting because it's all written in 3rd person, so I thought I'd post it up.  Hope you all enjoy it.

The Bus Ride
He waited at the bus stop for her; he woke up early just for her, and even cleaned himself up.  He walked back and forth to try and calm himself down, but his heart was racing.  He really liked her.  Her glasses, her curly brown hair, her fondness of Twinkies and Mountain Dew.  They were all positives.  After his past rejections, he needed this.

As the bus came, he got on and waited for her.  It was raining, but he had confidence she would show.  She always did.  As he waited for her, he thought about the moments.  The talking, the staring in class, her noticing him and complimenting him on his hair.  No one ever did that before.  She was different; he knew it.  He just wanted her to make his day.

Ten minutes passed, but she had still not yet come.  He was beginning to lose hope, but as the bus was leaving, she showed up.  She wasn't alone though; her boyfriend was there, and he was all over her, talking about how he spent the night.  He was such an idiot.  He knew it was too good to be true.  Plus, she had the ring on her hand and everything, which he was stupid not to notice before.  She tried to say something to him, but all he could do was say hi back.  As he heard their conversation, he put his head back, covered his eyes and cried.  It was over before it even started.

Afterward, the three of them got off the bus.  His dream was shattered.  She stayed to chat with her boyfriend, but he couldn't watch anymore.  Later on, she asked if anything was wrong because he was more quiet than usual, but all he could say was that he was having a bad day.  She said she would remember that, but he knew she wouldn't.  He would always remember this moment though.  She was different than all the others, but now he realized she wasn't.