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Bailey is a 5ft, blonde, 16 year old high-schooler. Stood on a platform in a busy station, her flowery dress moving in the wind.
"I hope the train isn't late" she says to herself. "It's already a 3 hour ride home, i don't want to be late back."
Bailey had been visiting family for the weekend and was travelling home. As the train pulled in to the station, she spotted her. A redhead girl, about the same age as Bailey and a little taller because of her chunky combat boots and dressed all in black. She watches her get on the train further down. Bailey climbs aboard and heads in the direction of the red haired girl.
She spots her sitting alone, and slides into the seat behind. As the train starts to move, she speak, "Hi, I'm Bailey."
The redhead jumps, surprised at Bailey's words, removing an earphone to speak, "oh... i... Skye." She stutters back. "I'm Skye, with an E."
"Hi Skye with an E. Can i sit with you?"
"It's just Skye. You can sit there if you want. No one is stopping you." She returns to looking out of the window.
Bailey plops down next to Skye. "What are you listening to?" She asks.
"Rock music," Skye replies, looking Baileys dress up and down, "you wouldn't like it."
"I love rock music!" Baily lies, trying to keep the redheads attention, "can i listen?"
"If you must," Skye says handing over the short earphone.
The blonde leans in close, inserting the earphone, loud metallic guitar sounds soon filling her ear. Shortly followed by an angry sounding man. Trying to hide her distaste, she asks "when do you get off? I'm the penultimate stop."
"Oh... I'm the last one." She replies
"Oh we must live pretty close then, we should hang out some time!"
"Oh, sure. If you want." Skye looks over to Bailey, "i... you... you smell great." She mumbles.
"Thanks! Here," Bailey says, taking Skye's phone "text me and make sure its right!"
Skye obeys and Baileys phone almost immediately dings with a notification. "This is my stop! Thanks for a fun journey. I'll call you when I get home!" The blonde bounces away, a ball of energy.
Skye sits there, a little bewildered with what just happened, a few butterflies swimming around her stomach. "Why can't I stop thinking about her?" She wonders to herself, before realising the train is pulling into her station. Almost as immediately as her boots hit the platform, her phone rings. "Hello?"
"Hey Skye, its Bailey. I told you I'd call you when i got home. And I am home."
"Oh, okay. I'm just on the station."
"Oh, we must live real close then! I was wondering, would you maybe want to go out next weekend? We can go see a movie? If you want."
"I... um... yes!" Skye says, little more more enthusiastically than she intended. "I... I'd love to." She stammers, butterflies filling her stomach.
"Great! I'll text you a time and where we should meet later?"
"Um... okay. Bye Bailey." She replies, hanging the phone up. "Yes!" She exclaims, jumping on the spot but unsure why she was so excited.