Funny Bus Journeys

A week later and I am standing outside by the lunch hall, waiting for the buses to come and for Arthur to arrive. I am in a long pair of comfortable black jodhpurs and I am wearing my camp hoodie. It has all our names on the back, inside some numbers. It also has our real name above it. Mine says Atchaco C. Cornwall. The writing is in a goldish colour while the base is in burgundy.

I hear footsteps come from behind me and I turn around to see Arthur standing there. He is wearing a pair of school trackies and his hoodie is the opposite of mine. Burgundy writing with a goldish coloured base. He walks over to me – he almost falls over the bump in the ground, but I catch him before his face can get hurt. He looks up at my laughing face and smiles, blowing his hair out of his face.

"Watch where you're going, Arthur. I'm normally the clumsy one here. Certainly not you. Also have you seen Andrew lately? I'm getting worried about him." I said still laughing.

"No, I haven't Atchaco. Sorry, but hey the front to sets are open." He points to inside the bus to the seats beside the bus driver.

"Can we sit in the back of the bus with the curtains closed. Sunlight hurts my eyes." I fake moan at him. He shakes his head and laughs.

"What are you a vampire or something?" I glare at him and his remark. "I mean yeah sure." He rubs the back of his head out of pure nervousness and drags me to the back of the bus and closes the curtains. Riley and Ashêanna come up to the back of the bus and ask if they can sit with us. We say sure and they sit down. I am sitting second from the middle. I bring out my phone and start to leiten to some music. My favorite music.

I close my eyes and rest my head against the headrest, ever so slowly slipping my head onto Arthur's strong shoulder. When he feels my head leaning on him he faces downwards to my odd shaped body. And smiles. He strokes my hair before placing his coat on my lap to make sure I stay warm. I lifted my head up ever so slightly and looked at him before placing it back down. He notices the earphones on my ears and goes to take them out just for me to shake my head, telling him to not take them out.

"Oh, come one. Having them in while sleeping isn't good for you. Let me take them out." He says leaning towards my head.

"No, it helps calm me and distract me from everything. Makes me feel brave so let me keep listening to it." I reply making sure he does not take them out.

"Fine, but what are you listening to anyway. There are certainly some songs you can't be listening to when you fall to sleep, you know that. Upbeat one's are certainly off the menu." He tells me, I roll my eyes for my mother has already told me that so many times.

"Well right now I am listening to Demons. It is a very nice song. It's by Imagine Dragons. You should really listen to it. I think you would like it. Or do you not like it? I don't mind if you don't like them." I tell him, my eyes falling heavier every second, my mind already back to sleep.

"Actually I do like them. The fact that they have a good variety of songs. I understand why you do like them, but please stop." I stare at him before handing him my headphones and going back to sleep. He promptly went and put the headphones on. He should have asked to listen to my music. I would have said yes, how could not have.

I didn't know how long had passed but I suddenly felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I moan as I open my eyes and look at them. Ashêanna is standing right in front of me with her hands on her hips. The bus is really quiet and it is only when I look around I realize why. The bus is empty but we are not at our intended destination. I lift my head and look around confused.

"What -yawn- do you want? I was sleeping and we are not there yet. Also where is everyone." Ashêanna growls at me as she moves her hands about, looking like she is going to kill me. I just try and fall back to sleep but she repeatedly taps me knowing that I annoy it and that it keeps me awake.

"We are having a break if you didn't notice. You can go into the shop and buy something. Come on. They told me to get you after they realized that you weren't there." Ashêanna says, noticeable annoyed with having to be in the bus at all especially as she has to akeup me, I don't know why she is complaining, I have to wake her up all the time to make sure that she is't late for things.

"Hmm… fine but only because I need the toilet and something to eat, okay." I get up and walk with my twin into the shop. The first thing I do is hurryingly go to the toilet. Once I finish up I quickly wash my hands before coming into the sweet shop. It is filled to the brim with sweets. I just couldn't pick what to have. There were so many amazing choses. Bon-bons, chocolate, lemon sherbet, double-dip are just to name a few of the things that dazzled my eyes.

Without me noticing my tongue started to hang out of my mouth and Ashêanna laughed. I didn't know why but really I didn't care. I was in sweetie heaven. Why would I care. She walked around the shop and I lost her after she went behind the milk chocolate wall. Yes, a wall. It was a wall piled high with chocolate. I ran after her but she was already gone. I then after 5 minutes of searching for her went to the pix and mix and filled up my bag with lots of sweets. It was mainly bon-bons. My favourite type of sweets.

I then went to the counter to pay for them, I got out my purse to pay but nearly dropped it when I saw the price. £6 on sweets. How. I got over it and brought out a fiver and a pound coin. I was about to hand it to him when a hand came from behind me holding a credit card and paid my bill contactlessly. I turn around and Arthur is standing there. My mouth drops and if it could have it would have hit the floor. Why had Arthur done that, I mean yeah it was nice but why? He smiled as I picked up my big bag of sweets. I offered him one but he pushed the bag back at me along with a can of doctor pepper. My favourite type of drink but how did he know. I just smiled at him as we walked back on the bus and sat down.

After both me and Arthur sat down and buckled up in our seats I looked at him. His hair was so tidy and it smelt really good. What was I to him? ``In the shop, Arthur." I say lots of words with his generosity. "Why did you do that for me? Why did you pay for my sweets and how did you know my favourite type of drink. I mean it's nice but it's also quite creepy that you did know." I ask him, placing my hand gently onto his.

"I just wanted to be nice to my friend. My best friend. I mean you're the only person that has been really nice to me. So I wanted to do something nice for you. As for the drink I had asked your sister what it was. I hope you don't mind." He replies with his soothing voice.

"I don't mind, I was just confused that's all. But when you say the nice things I've done for you I'm confused. I haven't done anything nice for you in fact if I think about it I think I have been a pain in the neck for everyone."

"You have been there for me. You listen to what I say and when I am lonely you sit with me. That's all I need for someone to be my friend. They don't have to physically do something for me. Just be there. That's a true friend." I looked at him and nodded. That is true, so that means I am not lonely, because so many people try and be friends with me but I just reject them. I have been worse than Andrew.

"I guess you're right. I've been looking for the wrong people all my life for something when you were the answer, you had the answer to all my problems. The truth of what a person is really meant to be." I tell him, this time not holding back on emotion.

"Don't get too deep in that subject." He laughs as he strokes my hair, placing it out of my face.

"I won't… yet. Now I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up when we get there, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It's not like I could stop you from falling asleep anyway." I laugh at him but in a nice way. He strokes my face and sings a nice lullaby that I assume his mother sang to him when he was younger to help him get to sleep at night. My eyes slowly close but forever staring at him. 'I think he loves me' was the last thing I thought before I fell asleep with his words still playing in my ears.