I was about to reach across and punch him when the bus lurched into motion again, after a rather extended stop. A girl walked down the aisle towards us, looking for an empty seat. She stopped by Darran and I.

"Hey, are either of these seats taken?" she asked. I was surprised; she was English, like us. It had been a while since we'd come across other English people in America.

I took my feet off the chair and sat properly in the seat.

"Thanks," she said, sitting down beside me.

Darran was smirking at me, trying not to laugh. He knew what a state I was in at that moment. I risked a glance at the girl next to me. Her soft, auburn hair fell straight, covering most of her face. Her dark green eyes were lit up by the mobile phone in her hands.

Darran took a crumpled sheet of paper out of his jacket pocket. He ripped small bits, rolled them into balls and threw them at me. I ignored the first few but couldn't after about the fifth.

"Piss off, Darran," I said.

The girl beside me looked up at us.

"Why should I?" Darran retorted with a smirk.

"'Cause I'll punch you if you don't stop throwing things at me."

"I'll just punch you back. I've got more on you than you do on me, Ace, deal with it."

"Darran, you really don't." I glared at him, letting my eyes go black for a second. He nodded, understanding how serious I was.

I turned to the window, not really looking at anything in particular. Darran took his feet down off the table, sitting sideways like I had been. He rested an arm on a knee and pulled out his MP3. He put the earbuds in and turned it on. I heard the music from where I was. Though whether he had it really loud or it was just my sensitive hearing was picking it up, I don't know.

Know Your Rights, by The Clash. One of the best songs ever, according to Darran. We were 3 when it came out in 1982. Darran's black hair fell into his pale blue eyes as he closed them and tipped his head back. I sat forward a bit.

"Riley," I called quietly. He turned to look at me.

I pointed at Darran. Riley smiled. Darran was already asleep. He could fall asleep whenever he felt like it, no matter where he was. He'd always been able to.

"He's getting old," I said to Riley quietly.

"I can still hear you, you know?" asked Darran quietly, opening half an eye.

"Yeah, I know."

"Bastard," he muttered, closing his eyes

"You're such a grouchy old man, Darran," I chuckled.

"You're older than me, Ace, so what does that say about you?" He had a small smile on his lips.

"Actually, I'm the depressed old man," I pointed out.

"Hear, hear," he muttered.

I smiled. I didn't smile much anymore but it felt good because it was genuine. The girl next to me was watching me.

"You have a nice smile," she commented, before going bright red.

The End

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