When Heaven Meets Hell

-Baby Doll-

He’s just another weirdo. Ben’s twenty and really depressing. It almost makes me glad that I didn’t live to age twenty. (I still have to approach that in a sense. I shudder to think about it. I digress.) I met Ben at a bus station. Masayuki was running late at the time. I looked at my cell phone and frowned.

“Where is that idiot?” I muttered under my breath. “I told him noon!” I sighed, rolling my eyes. I will have his ass for this. Suddenly, I noticed someone standing next to me. My eyes trailed next to me, noticing a lanky man looking for the bus. I didn’t think that I had seen him from anywhere. He certainly didn’t really interest me either. It wouldn’t just ended with no communication, but he just had to speak to me.

“Excuse me,” he said. I was so lost in my thoughts that hearing those words made me jump. I looked around before I realized there was no one else at that bus stop. I pointed at my nose.

“Me?” I asked.

“Uh… yes,” he said. I tilted my head.

“What is it?”

“Is this the right bus station to get out of town to Tokyo?”

“Huh?”

“Is this the right bus station to get out of town to Tokyo?”

“Uh… this is the only bus station that goes anywhere.”

This man with glasses gave me a blank stare. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

I turned back to the road, looking for that other idiot. I still haven’t heard back from him. He better not have forgotten our arrangement. I will kick his ass if he has. I clenched my fists at my sides. Idiot number one standing next to me just had to speak again.

“Are you feeling okay?” I heard him ask. I whipped around to see him staring at me. Right now, I tried to stay proper about it.

“I’m waiting for somebody,” I answered. “I am hoping they aren’t late.”

“Ah,” this guy said. “I’m taking to go to Tokyo for a short IT conference.” I nodded at him, hoping that this would be the end of our conversation.

“That’s nice,” I said. Too bad he didn’t take a hint.

“I hope I do a good job,” he said. “I usually get nervous at these sort things.” I frowned and dug into my hoodie pocket for my iPod. He’s not going to stop talking, is he? Luckily, I have Oasis’ “Supersonic” to hold me over until Masayuki shows up. I hope…

Even so, this guy had to keep on talking.