Just write

"Come on!" He screamed, practically inverting his arm throwing it out to the boy hanging from the edge of the bus. 

"Not easy when the bus is bloody moving!!" The boy screamed back, clinging to the side of the moving bus. 

"You spook just grab on!" The boy on the top of the bus says again grabbing the smaller black haired boy and pulling him on top of the vehicle. 

"Mundy, don’t let me listen to you ever again." 

"Wordsmith, it’ll be fine!" Mundy said with the gap between his teeth widely visible. He held tight with one hand to the hat billowing on his head, the other clutching ‘Wordsmith’s’ arm. 

The bus continued down the lonely road, the two boys sitting and leaning against the luggage racks on top of the automobile so they did not fall off. 

"I was fine Mundy. We didn’t have to run." The black haired boy said, as Mundy turned to him. 

"Wordsm- Lucas," Mundy said cutting himself off "it’s my job to protect you. Just ‘cus I could’ve left you to those freaks doesn’t mean I would’ve!" He grinned again, practically yelling over the bus’ speed increased. 

"Thanks." The frail black-haired Lucas replied quietly. 

"What?" Mundy screamed cupping one hand over his ear with his right arm firmly holding down his large hat. 

"I hate you!!" Lucas screamed, closing his eyes and slightly laughing. 

She brushed the hair away from her lovers face, and planted a gentle kiss on the girls nose. 

"I love you." She whispered, nuzzling her cheek against the sleeping face of her girlfriend. She then gently nibbled on her face, to which the sleeping woman awoke and yawned.

"Good morning Jenette." The once sleeping girl responded.

"It's four o'clock, Stacy." Jennette responded, pulling gently on Stacy's sleeve. 

"Yeah... I was up late playing Zero Escape." Stacy yawned again, sitting up and ruffling her long blonde hair.

"You really love that game." Jeanette replied, sliding under Stacy's crinkled and messy blankets, hugging her girl's arm. 

"Almost as much as I love you." She replied, drowsily smiling and hugging Jenette, throwing most of her weight against the tiny woman.

In response, the brunette wiggled, slightly embarrassed against her partner. 

For prompt 2, which was to write in a thematic style with a twist. 

"Has anyone seen Dianna and Jem?" Morgan asks. She's sitting on the couch, her cat ears headband in her hand and a coke in the other. She's looking around and sees that only Ray, Nora, Jeannie, Ealron and Cameron are the ones left at her party. And Diana and Jem, who weren't there currently.

It's your name across my heart.

That verse is what she always thought when she saw him, whenever those green eyes stared intently into hers. Just imagining those beautiful eyes caused her heart to flutter wildly in her chest. The girl had first felt her heart beat in a way which she did not know two years ago. Right when she realized she liked him. For a year and a half she would constantly drop hints; hoping that the would pick up on those hints recuperating those feelings that she has. Right when she was about to give up on those feelings, the boy with the mesmerizing green eyes asked her out. To say she was happy was an understatement. She was so ecstatic that she might have been more ecstatic then when she met her hero.

For the next six months, everything went great. The girl was happy as happy can be. Except for one issue that she'd never told anybody. There was a reason to why she would always take the stairs in the mall or run home with a terrified expression on her face when the sky lost its beautiful baby blue and traded it for the depressing gray. At first, the green eyed boy didn't really show too much concern when the girl would rush out of their date when he would say that it looked like it was going to storm. He also didn't mind that the girl would rather go down the stairs than in an elevator when they would go shopping.

However, as time went on and the girl continued to exhibit this habit of randomly leaving or demanding to go down the stairs. The boy started to become frustrated and started to doubt if he was being a good boyfriend. He then came to the thought that maybe they should distance themselves and go on less dates. Maybe then, he would see if the girl truly cared about him. A couple weeks later, the girl noticed that they were going on fewer dates and her phone didn't blow up with the heart warming texts like it used to. But, since she didn't want to cause a problem between the two, she didn't ask why.

A couple weeks later, the boy decided to take the girl on a picnic in a cute little that is in their town. Out of habit, the girl checked the weather to see that there was a 20% chance of thunderstorms. Seeing that he chance of panic were slim, she agreed to the date, happy that the boy still desired to go somewhere with her. While on their picnic, the girl was so entranced by the boy and the feeling he gives her, that she didn't notice the dark, ghost like, clouds cast over the once cheery sky. The girl didn't come out of her dream like state until she felt a heavy raindrop hit the bridge of her nose. Looking up and seeing those clouds caused the girls mind to become frantic with different emotions. Trying to control those emotions and help her boyfriend clean up the picnic proved to be difficult. By the time their picnic was packed up and they were walking to the boys car. The girl felt she was home free, not having to worry about her panicking. Until a loud boom sounded that caused nightmares to return to her and make her fall down to the ground. She tried to get back up but she couldn't, her limbs not following the simple command that she was trying to give. When another boom sounded, the wall that kept her emotions in check crashed. Every discerning voice came rushing to her telling her that she wasn't safe, that she and everyone around her was going to be harmed because of the storm.

She had been so careful up until this moment. She never wanted anybody to find out that she was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and she gets panic attacks over thunderstorms and elevators. She thought she was crazy; everybody else wasn't scared of them so why was she? Why is so different from everybody else? She never wanted anybody to know that she went to therapy for a year, that her therapist wanted to put her on a prescription medicine for her anxiety but her parents didn't want her to be given the medicine because they believed she was strong enough to get over it. A tear ran down her cheek when she realized that she let her parents down, that she really isn't strong enough.

The girl hadn't noticed that she wasn't moving at all. She hadn't noticed that strong hug that her boyfriend had been giving her, attempting to snap his girlfriend out of whatever she was going through. The last thing that girl hadn't noticed was the truly terrified look her boyfriend had on his face, watching as his girlfriend was sobbing in his grip. An hour after the storm passed, the girl snapped out of her panic. Realizing what her boyfriend had witnessed, she pushed him away and gulped; knowing that now he would want to know answers and knowing that she would have to tell him, because he deserved to know what was going on with her. Once explaining her condition, the girl felt a great weight lift off of her shoulders. To her surprise, the boy did not look at her like she was crazy, instead the boy gave her a quick chaste kiss and pulled her into a hug. The boy, hoping that she would realize that he wasn't going to leave her and was going to help and support her through her problems. Realizing that they were both soaked from the rain, the girl pulled back, not wanting to make any contact with her boyfriend. Seeing this, the boy quickly pulled her into a bear hug, kissed the top of her head, let her go, and took her hand. Hand in hand they both walked back to his car. Driving back, the boy took her hand into his while the girl listened to the song that reminds her of him. Content with how things were and knowing that they boy, next to her, was going to stay.

They say that love is the unsteady board on the stairs

its creaks and moans make wary of those who step up to the bedroom

or to those who rush down to open the front door.

When I was little I thought that when the stairs creaked you could break and fall through

and hurt your self terribly (I was right, one way. Love is painful)

By saying that, love is always there, always making itself known,

and maybe once or twice you stepped on that board and anticipated its result. Maybe you welcomed its familiar sound.

All blueprints include stairs to get to the upper floors, but maybe I’d rather be in the ground.

Stairs are ascension, and descension, and making a choice. I choose you.