He doesn’t like buses. Too much noise. Too many people. He doesn’t like them. A back seat is the best choice – everyone wants to be near the door. Everyone rushes. Disgusting. He closes his eyes, taking earphones. He smiles. He loves music. It calms down.

Minutes go by.

The bus stops. One crowd gets out of the bus, another gets in. He can feel a movement beside him. He frowns but he’s not going to open his eyes. Nobody is worth enough to open his eyes. People in the bus...are not interesting. They get in... They get out... And he won’t ever see them again. So why should he care? He taps his fingers on the window. This song is his favorite. He grumbles when one of his earphones falls out of his ear. He reaches out for it and-

What?

He opens his eyes, staring at his neighbor. He would usually shout and rage... But the boy’s smile astonished him. He’s confused. Who is it? He has never seen him before. Of course. He’s on the bus. He doesn’t watch other people.

Never.

He stares at him. Music fades to the background, it’s not important now. Red hair, forelock over his eye, breathtaking smile. He doesn’t speak, just listening music. From his earphone. Without asking. Insolently. He’s different. He’s interesting.

He wants to look away but he can’t. He’s cursed. Now there’s nothing but the boy and music. Then the boy stands up. He watches his back, the boy is leaving.

Magic disappears again.

The bus carries on. He sits with eyes closed, listening music. Was it just a dream? Maybe. Maybe not. But if it wasn’t just a dream... That boy couldn’t be a human. He was... Interesting.

A/N: A bit longer I know... But I really love it ^^