It’s 7:30 AM and you’re sitting at the bus stop 15 minutes before you normally would, wondering when it’s going to come.
It came 30 minutes early yesterday and i missed it, where the hell is it today? You thought to yourself.
You scroll on your phone, not so patiently waiting and silently cursing yourself for leaving your headphones at home.
You put your phone in your pocket, looking up and down the road. There’s three other people waiting with you, and here comes another. A very tall, lanky man wearing an interesting looking yellow and blue suit with wet ginger hair.
When he reaches the bus stop he stand as far from everyone as possible even though there’s room for him to sit. You checked your phone to see when the bus would get there and realize it’s 10 stops away, that’s 20 minutes at the least, excluding traffic. He’s stronger than me, I would not be standing here for that long.
“Hey, do you wanna sit?” you decided to speak up but, it seems he didn’t hear you or maybe he just assumed you weren’t speaking to him. “Hey, Flounder, there’s room if you wanna sit.” You chose the name because of his outfit and his seemingly wet appearance.
He finally realizes you’re speaking to him. “Uhm- uh n-no thank- i’m fine here- standing… here.” He flashes a small, shy, smile that you thought was adorable.
“Are you sure? there’s plenty of room and i don’t think the bus will be here for another like 25-30 minutes.” He seems to think about it for a second.
“Oh,” he says, realizing the bus was going to take so long, “yeah, I guess- I-I suppose I could sit.” He starts walking over to sit down next to you.
You sigh, “so how’s your day” you ask without looking at him.
“It’s fine- good, I-it’s good.” he says. “H-how is your day” he stutters.
Damn this kid really struggles to speak.
“It’s ok, would be better if the bus was on time.” You roll your eyes. When you finally look at him again, you can see a huge puddle of water forming underneath him.
“Uhm did someone like splash you with water or something? Why are you wet?” You ask, genuinely concerned. You knew it had rained pretty bad the night before and weren’t sure if someone drove in a puddle to splash him.
“N-no i am- this is just- me. i’m always uhm… wet.” He doesn’t look at you while talking. It’s like he’s genuinely afraid of people. You decide not to ask him about that. Maybe he just has anxiety.
“Oh, ok sorry for assuming.” he looks at you quickly.
“No! N-no it’s o-okay. Most- everyone t-tends to assume o-or think that t-too.” He says quickly assuring you that there was nothing wrong with your assumption.
“I guess it seems like the most logical reasoning for why you would be wet.” You say as the bus pulls up. “Oh it wasn’t supposed to be here for a little while longer”
Everyone at the stop gets up to board the bus. You and the wet man are at the back of the line. “So, what’s your name?” You ask him.
“H-Herman. W-what’s yours?” You tell him your name as you step into the bus and pay your fare. The bus is PACKED, filled to the brim. But there’s one seat left so you take it.
The second Herman walks on the bus people start to move further back in the bus. You assume it’s because he’s wet and he is familiar to people because he is wet.
You tell Herman that he can stand in front of you and the second you do that, the people on either sides of you stand up. “Matter of fact, just sit down next to me.” You motion to the seat to your right because it is right next to the door so no one else has to sit next to him.
“Where are you headed?” You ask.
“Holy shit! Are you a superhero?” That would explain the wetness. He’s a hero, it’s his power.
“Uhm h-hopefully soon… right now i’m just- I’m the uh cleaner- the janitor”
“Oh…” That would also explain the wetness. Cleaning isn’t a bad job for someone who is constantly wet, I guess. “I mean at least it lets you put your power to use.” you say.
“Yeah… it’s ok, i-i like the job and the people-my coworkers.” he assures you.
You notice that you’re very close to your stop and pull the wire on the wall. “Well, this is my stop. Maybe i’ll see you again” you smile at him.
“Y-yeah maybe.. perhaps we w-will meet again.” He smiles back.
You get up as the bus stops and get out. Herman watches you as you walk into a coffee shop that he assumes you work at, making note that he may be able to catch you there at some point. Then the bus starts moving again and the coffee shop disappears and you disappear with it.
(hey guys this is my first fic EVER. i hope it’s good and im planning on it being a series.)
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