A/N: This is what i wrote almost 10 years ago. Thanks to my muse in highschool. Enjoy?

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Skies are blue. The road is full of dust. Air polluted. I waited alone at the Bus Stop without You.

I stood there with a huge tree beside me. A kid crying to her mom because of the heat from the sun. It actually was a usual day. Where i had to wait for my bus alone. But these past days you've been by my side. You're waiting for your own and so was i.

There is something weird that i feel these days when i'm around you. I feel comfortable around you. All those silly acts that i did was actually just for your attention. And it actually worked. We would fangirl about the girlbands that we like on our daily basis. You would poke me for no reason at all.

I took it as a sign.

Am i being too obvious? Have you noticed my weird behaviour yet?

Sometimes there are many thoughts in my mind. But there are two thoughts that i think the most.

'Do you like me?'

'I must be so delusional. There is no way.'

Why did i ever think of the second one?

Your friends had been teasing you all day about that guy from other class.

'Oh look! Your boy's coming!'

They would laugh at you. And the sad truth is.. You're even blushing.

But what makes me think of the first one?

You would poke me for no reason, and we would both stare at each other's eyes. Then we would just laugh it al