>>5402567“Lady, I barely know you.” You shrug.
“AND YOU’RE GETTIN’ ME THIS MAD ANYWAY.” She can’t see that this isn’t normal.
“No, this isn’t the foundation of your anger. Be honest with me.” You can feel it.
“I HATE YOUR FACE. HOW’S THAT FOR HONESTY?” The bus driver will stab you if you continue.
“Don’t worry, I have a paper bag.” You put it on. “Better?”
“W-Why do you have that?!” She’s thrown for a loop.
“It’s not important. What’s important here is you.” You smile under the bag.
“Y-You’re freakin’ me out.” She doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.
“Why? I’m not scary, unlike your haunted bus.” You point out the obvious.
“My—what?!” She’s flabbergasted.
“Now, be open with me. I have experience as a psychiatrist.” You like helping people.
“MY bus isn’t HAUNTED.”
“The haunted bus isn’t important.” You shake your head.
“You’re mental…” She sounds defeated.
“And you’re the mental patient. Let’s talk, I can help.” You clasp your hands.
“How is ‘you acting absolutely insane’ something you can solve by talkin’?!” She’s blaming you again.
“You’d be surprised how far you can go talking things out.” You don’t even know why you’re pushing her this much, but you feel like it’s the right thing to do.
“YOU. YOU’RE THE PROBLEM. I want –YOU— Out. Of. Here.” The bus driver opens the door while still moving.
“This isn’t my stop.” You point out.
“I DON’T CARE.” She really doesn’t.
“But I care. Like I care about you.” You smirk. Again, under the bag.
“Y-You stupid motherfucker! OKAY, You want to solve problems?! How about this…?!”
