𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐒

•.¸♡𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐘𝐎𝐔♡¸.•

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.” — 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐄𝐎 (𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃)

every morning, you leave your apartment five minutes earlier than usual just to catch the bus on 183rd street. the air is crisp, and the city’s waking up slow — the usual sounds of early birds, distant sirens, and the low murmur of the neighborhood.

at the same stop, every morning, there’s him — Kay Flock. hoodie pulled low, headphones on, bobbing his head to some drill beats you can hear faintly from his speakers. he’s leaned against the chain link fence, eyes half closed, lost in his own world.

you never planned to start talking to him. not when everybody at school acts like he runs the block, and you’re just the new girl trying to survive. but fate had other plans.

one morning, the bus pulls up, doors hissing open. you both step on at the same time, the familiar metal groan beneath your feet. the driver doesn’t say a word — nobody does.

you glance around, most seats filled with sleepy kids scrolling on their phones, earbuds in, avoiding eye contact. the only spot open is next to Kay.

he looks over, eyes sharp, assessing you like he’s trying to decide if you’re worth his time.

“aye, luh bru.. yu sittin here?” he asks, voice low but steady.