7:43, you checked your watch, the bus you usually took to school was late and that was more than enough to earn you a tardy slip. You sighed softly, kicking some frozen pebbles on the snow coated cement. “How long is this going to take?” you whispered to yourself.
You hesitated whether to sit on the metal bench or not, sitting on a cold, metal bench wasn’t the best idea but your legs were getting tired from standing up for too long, so you didn’t have much choice.
What you did have though was your backpack and you did the most reasonable thing a man would do, which was to forget about all the things inside your bag and use it as a pad to distance yourself from the cold metal as you sat on your warm bag.
The weather was cold but not cold enough for school to close and you knew you guys weren’t going to get a snowstorm any time soon hence explaining why you’re sitting on your backpack to wait for your bus at 7 in the morning.
Few minutes passed by but there was still no signs of the bus. You got bored and started tapping your shoes to a beat as you hummed along to your favorite song, then you added your fingers into the mix and flicked the metal seat on the beat.
That was until you heard someone say “Is that (the song you were humming)?”, you paused for a second and kept your head down for as long as possible until it was too awkward to keep looking down.
“Uh, yeah…” you mumbled with an awkward smile but who could blame you? What were you supposed to do, plus the guy was mad fine.
“I love that song.” He smiled. You observed as his eyes creased with a soft blush on his cheeks either from the cold or from… you.
“Oh yeah, me too! You like (the band name) too?” You questioned, the awkward smile fading into a real one. “Yeah! They’re really good, especially their album (album name)” he chuckled.
You couldn’t quite figure out if the thing making him so attractive was his looks, his music taste or the cute blush his nose.
Before you could say something though the bus pulled up on the spot, great. You stood up and pulled your bag up only to stumble, the strands of your bag were stuck on the metal pole.
“Crap!” You hissed pulling harder, the more you pulled the more it got stuck somehow and was on the verge of ripping. “Hey, let me help.” The guy cut in luckily.
With a swift motion he turned the strand around and freed it from the metal pole. “Thanks…” you muttered, a hint of red creeping up on your face.
The bus doors hissed, signaling that the doors were closing. Not wanting to wait for the next one for an hour, you practically jumped inside.
You scanned your student card and sat in the empty window seat. It was so hard to find empty seats let alone one next to a window, you could call it your lucky day but from the events you just witnessed, not really.
You felt series of shuffling next to you and turned around to face him, your savior— okay, maybe chill on the nicknames.
“Sorry, there were no other seats left.” He apologized but you knew he didn’t mean it because you also didn’t see it as an apology, you were kinda glad there were no other seats left.
You told him that he didn’t need to apologize because this was a public bus (totally not because you also happened to enjoy his company) and that it was alright.
One thing led to another and you actually figured out more about him; his name was Bill, he went to your school, he lived right across your block and he was in a band!
“Do you wanna listen to (band name) together?” He asked pulling out headphones from his pocket, “Yeah, I would love to!”.
He handed you the left bud and for the whole ride to school you listened to (song of choice). So much better than the music some guys phone played as he swiped on instagram reels.
Since you guys were in the same school you both got off at the same time and walked to school from the bus stop talking about an upcoming concert.
Bill was really talkative and you liked that, you weren’t the most talkative person if it wasn’t for your friends and seeing someone who didn’t have an issue talking to strangers made you feel safe just being around him.
“(your nickname)!” Your friend called before jumping on you, “Hey, Cleo!” You replied hugging her back. Fiona followed after Cleo holding her backpack for her, “Good morning, Y/N.” Fiona smiled.
“Morning Fi.” You greeted, both of their eyes fell at the tall handsome guy next to you gave them a warm smile. “This is Bill, Bill these are my friends.” you introduced them to each other, you didn’t expect them to become close but jokes on you Bill was more social than you thought.
“I love your new boyfriend.” Cleo whispered with a wink, you turned best red and prayed that Bill who was in mid conversation with Fiona didn’t hear. (he definitely heard)
“Bill!” A voice shouted as all of you turned to the side, an angry boy with blonde dreads was stomping his way towards Bill, his two friends trying their best to catch him in time before he swings.
“Where the hell were you?” The boy shouted once more, not seeming to realize or care that you and your friends were also there. “The bust stop? I waited for an hour Tom!” Bill yelled back his hands resting on his sides.
Tom looked around in anger and must’ve noticed you guys because he softened up and dropped the argument.
“Wait, are you two twins?” Cleo asked with utter shock, to be honest you were shocked too. “Yeah.” Bill rolled his eyes, “Don’t you roll—“ Tom started before the boy with long straight hair covered his mouth.
“Hey, my names Cleo…” Cleo greeted the blonde fluffy haired boy, with an awkward smile he shook her hand, Gustav and Cleo, love in first sight you would argue.
Tom escaped out of the boys grip and was fist fighting him, Bill turned around to you and mumbled an apology about how sorry he was about his friends.
“Don’t be, they’re funny.” You chuckled as both of you watched Tom fight the other boy who’s name was Georg so Bill told you.
The bell rang before any of you could get in a word and so you had to separate your ways.
After the first few periods you and the girls met up in your usual spot, behind the bleachers, what you didn’t expect was a couple of boys to crash your party.
“Mind if we sit?” Bill asked as you nodded and moved a little to the right just enough so Bill could sit next to you comfortably (to bill anywhere you were sitting was comfortable but 🤷♀️)
“We’re sorry about the fight earlier.” Georg smiled apologetically, “No we’re not—“ and with that Tom was once again silenced by Georg’s hand.
“Do you guys wanna… eat lunch together?” Fiona asked, you looked around to see the others reactions and when they were all positive you two also nodded.
“Should we go back inside? I feel like it’s getting a bit cold.” Cleo suggested, you liked the cold but had to agree with her on this one, it was as if the weather had dropped down to -15 degrees all of a sudden.
That’s when you felt something heavy on your shoulders, Bill’s leather jacket was now resting on your shoulders, “You were shaking so I thought—“ you cut him mid sentence by hugging him as an act of gratitude.
Before the lunch bell rang you were all already inside, lunch looked absolutely horrifying so you guys went into the canteen instead.
It was empty since everyone was at lunch and it was all the space you guys needed. You guys sat in a large table for 7 and started chatting away.
“So you’re in a band?” Fiona asked with a cocked eyebrow, “Yes,” Tom replied “Georg’s the bassist, Gustav is our drummer, Bill is the lead singer and I’m the eye candy.”
“Eye candy?” Cleo asked as Bill hit Tom once in the head, “The guitarist, he’s the guitarist.” With Tom shrugging “Same thing.”
The conversation seemed to be going well until all the windows in the canteen slammed shut. Jump scaring all of you.
You stood up to look outside and that’s when you realized that there was an ongoing snow storm outside, and an angry one with that.
“How is this possible?…” you mumbled, there was no way of an incoming snow storm, there hadn’t been one in your city since the 90’s probably.
The group stood up and ran towards the windows, “Holy fuck…”, it was getting harder by each second almost wiping down the entire town.
It wasn’t long before the school announced lockdown and that all students must remain still until they tell them not to.
“What?”, “Are we stuck in the canteen?”, “What do you mean stay still?” Kind of sentences floated around the room.
“It’s alright it will probably take like an hour maximum.” Georg said leaning against his chair, “It doesn’t look like it…” you mumbled and were probably right because the storm kept getting worse and worse.
“Should we lock the doors and windows?” Fiona asked and all of you nodded in union. You locked the windows with Bill and Tom as the rest tried to figure out how to lock a glass door.
“Okay everyone back away from the windows.” Bill announced and made all of you take a seat away from the possible dangers in your way.
“Now what?” Tom asked, “What do you mean ‘now what’?”, Georg scoffed, “I mean what do we do now, wait until it ends? How long is it going to take? Forever?”
You chuckled at the amount of drama Tom was causing as Bill sighed sitting next to you with his hands locked in front of him.
“Yes Tom, we’ll be here for an eternity and will probably die here.” Fiona said with a faux smile as Gustav tried to pull the group together.
You guys had all met a few hours ago and now was going to spend the rest of you day or maybe even your week stuck in a canteen, together.
a/n: sorry if this isn’t what you guys expected but I needed some sort of twist 😭
also I’m keeping your options open just in case you wanna date someone else 🥰 (the story is based on bill but I might add some angst 🤷♀️)
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