We are Beautiful- Ferard2

Gerard's P.O.V.
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It doesn't take long to decide where to sit on the bus. If this was my old bus, I would sit in the very back. I glance to the back. It isn't completely filled yet, but I decide against sitting in the back until once I am in school, in classes, that is where I will be sitting, the back.
I stand in the front of the bus, awkwardly, as I scan the bus for an empty seat. I look over to the middle. Jocks and preppy girls claimed the area.
School isn't even in session and it's easy it see where everyone fits in already. I am not a jock -sucking at all sports known to man. And last time I checked, I am not preppy girl. So I vote against the middle.
I find a seat right behind the bus driver's -the seat someone in their right mind wouldn't sit in- but I take it anyway. I throw my legs onto the seat of the bus and across the aisle. I look out the scratched window, into a warm, sunny, early morning.
My gaze is distracted by murmurs coming from the middle of the bus. I look back. I see the jocks and preppy girls pointing and giggling at me. I look at them confused. The only thing they do is laugh at me even more. I roll my eyes and look back out the window.

The bus comes to a slow stop. I don't even bother moving my legs. They should just simply step over them, or sit in a seat in the front.
I look over to the opening doors. What looks like a dark angle walks in. He isn't the tallest of people, his black hair stands out in the warm late summer morning sunlight. He's like perfection.  For anyone who even thought about sitting next to me I would fend them away. But for the perfection I have just laid eyes on, I would give anything. But it's none of that, that catches my attention.
His hazel eyes met mine. I can tell that he is nervous too. He flashed a quick, nervous smile at me. And This is what catches my attention. At the sight of his smile, I know him.  I have never met him but, it feels like I know him. I haven't even met him, I don't even know his name! But suddenly, instantly, I know him.
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Frank's P.O.V.
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I wait for the bus to pull up to the stop. I was the only one at my stop. My mind starts to ask questions. Will they all like me? Will I fit in? Will someone say something to me that make me want to crawl under a rock and die?

The bus finally gets to the stop. I step on quickly. The first face I see -beside the driver's- is a boy's, a boy with shaggy, jet black hair. Eyes of dark hazel, an almost brown. I smile at him  quickly -the first thing I do when I make eye contact. Just like my mom told me before she left- His reply back was a warm and inviting smile. There is something with those hazel eye's of his -what is it?- that shakes me to the core, gives me the chills even though it is hot outside.
I think about smiling to him again, and maybe say, "Hey.", when I hear a voice call to me from the middle of the bus. "Hey! New kid! Come sit back here with us!" I head to the middle of the bus. The boy's legs retreat from the aisle so I could pass. Before I get to the middle, I look back. His head is down and he seems filled with sorrow. I can tell he wanted me to sit with him. 'Fuck, I am such douche bag!' I think as I take a seat next to the one who called my name. For the whole ride to school, I couldn't take my eyes away from him.