You and Mike are dating, and have been for a long while. He's utterly wrecked for you, swooning and daydreaming, even if he would never admit it. He loves you and you love him, That's all he could ask for.

Recently, You and Mike had begun taking the bus to school instead of your bikes because of the increasingly cold weather and snow. Usually you'd just live through it, but because the weather had been back and forth it was super icy. The bus was somewhat reliable otherwise.

You and Mike rushed to the bus stop, barely making it and sitting down near the back of the bus. He giggled, immediately back to his joking smiley self around you when he wasn't stressed about making the bus.

You smiled, admiring his messy hair and how he was barely wearing a shirt that was inside out and backwards. He had so quickly rushed to get dressed so he wouldn't miss the ride with you. He leaned into you, kissing your head.

You kissed his cheek. He kisses under your nose. You kiss his lips. He kisses back. You're leaning forward to be against the back of the seat in front of you. His hand slides under the waistband of your bottoms, you do the same.

He's grinning like an idiot, his face red as he hides it in his free hand on top of the seat in front. You're sitting here with your hands down each other's pants, doing nothing.

It was early in the morning, and your house was one of the first stops so there was maybe 2 people at the front of the bus.*