Early on one hot summer morning, a bubbly young woman was walking to the bus stop. She had to leave all her worries and fears behind. She played with her wavy, chestnut brown hair. Her mind was swirling with doubts but she also couldn't contain her excitement. She sat on a bench while she waited. Might as well read while I wait, she thought. She looked up at the sky. She saw an airplane flying into the clouds. She took a moment to admire the beauty of it. It amused her to think that people could fly. She continued to read while she waited.
After a while, she put her bookmark back in the novel she was reading. She could smell the sour fumes coming off of the bus. The bus came to a screeching halt. She stepped on and handed the driver her ticket. She tried to find a seat, but the bus was almost completely full. She spotted a seat that appeared to be open near the middle of the bus.
When she walked towards it, however, a young man sat up in that seat. He must've been bent over to put his bag on the floor next to him. He had dark, messy hair and emerald green eyes hidden behind his glasses. She frowned. It was the only free seat. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked him. He shook his head. A smile slightly touched his lips. "Not at all," he replied. She put her bag on the floor. She took her sweater off as soon as she sat down. Hopefully the ride wouldn't be too long.
"I'm Dustin," he greeted while extending his right hand. She shook his hand and said, "I'm Crystal. Where are you headed?" She was trying her best to make conversation. He pushed up his glasses. "I'm going to the airport to take a plane to Hawaii." he replied. She was surprised to hear that he was going to Hawaii. "Really? I'm going to Hawaii too! I'm a journalist... well I want to be a journalist and I'm going to meet some people over there for an interview," she exclaimed. Her eyes lit up while she was talking.
Dustin noticed her excitement. "I'm studying to be an oneirologist. I'm going to Hawaii to help with an experiment," he replied. Crystal looked a little confused. "Oh, an oneirologist is someone who studies dreams," he cleared up. The bus made a sudden sharp turn. Crystal was forced to slide closer to Dustin. "He's a little reckless," Dustin joked with a sarcastic grin. Crystal could tell she was enjoying talking to him. Her novel fell from her seat. She had forgotten all about it. Dustin picked it up for her. He looked at the title and handed it to her. "You're almost finished with it," he remarked.
She smiled to herself. She took the book, and put it in her bag. "I only got it this morning," she commented. Dustin had an amazed expression. She went on to tell him about her job at a library and how she loved to read. They talked for most of the ride. Crystal was afraid she was going to only read and finish the book. She thought she would've been bored out of her mind. Hopefully she could sit next to Dustin on the plane too.
Dustin and Crystal seemed to have so much in common. They were both in their early 20's and moved away from their families to follow their dreams. Crystal couldn't help but admit to herself that she was relieved to know that she had someone to talk to. Dustin seemed funny and great at small talk. "Actually, I found out I wanted to follow my dreams when I got broken up with," he said, "I had a girlfriend but she broke up with me. I should have seen it coming, but that's not important now." Crystal felt bad for him. She felt awkward after he had said it. However, she didn't want to make the conversation awkward.
She told him, "I got in a fight with my family because they said I was too smart to persue a career in journalism. So, I moved away from home when I finished college and now I'm here." Dustin and Crystal could talk for hours about nonsense. It was like they could've talked about anything. At least she had made one new friend already. An older lady walked by. "Awe, such a cute young couple," she said. Crystal knew she was blushing. She would play it off as if she was trying not to laugh. Crystal and Dustin shared a look. When the old lady was out of earshot they exploded into laughter.
When they ran out of things to talk about they would ask random quirky questions. They asked questions like: "If you could go to a fictional world but you had to become the main character, where would you go?" and "If you could meet anyone dead, alive, real, or fictional, who would it be?" They just seemed to click. It was as if they had known each other forever. Crystal didn't know how she had gone so long without a friend like Dustin. Now that she thought about it, she didn't know how she had gone so long with out a friend at all. She smiled and sank into her seat.
"Crystal? Crystal?" said a soft voice. Crystal didn't remember falling asleep. The last thing she remembered was her talking to Dustin about Hawaii. She woke up when Dustin shook her arm. The air conditioning was on now. She was freezing. "Hey we'll be at the airport in 5 minutes," he told her quietly. She picked her head up from his shoulder. She yawned. She wasn't even tired before. She had made sure to drink coffee before the trip. "Sorry, when did I fall asleep?" she asked.
Dustin checked his watch and thought for a second. "About an hour ago," he replied. An hour ago seemed much too long. It had only seemed like mere seconds. "You could've woken me up when I fell asleep on you," she told him. He smirked. She gathered her bags and put on her sweater. "You seemed peaceful," he commented. Crystal couldn't express how excited and scared she was. She shot him a smile. Great, she thought to herself, time to catch a plane.