Ch. 1 Why is he back

Hi everyone ^^ kind of a new story. Im gonna do a second chapter, but tell me if you like it!

There I was, sitting on the train, again. I was running away from my problems once again, afraid of everything. I just needed time to think, but there was no space, to much noise on the train. Putting on my headphones I turned on my ipod and lay on the seat, looking up at the ceiling, blank and dirty. Suddenly I felt a weight next to me, someone sat down. He looked at me and nodded, he seemed a little older than me, but not by much. I looked at him and nodded back, then went back to my endless thinking. Someone was tapping me on the shoulder, I looked over, it was the guy. Taking out my headphones I managed to say a word, “Yes?”

“Sorry to bother you but, you don’t happen to have a pecice of paper do you?”

Nodding, I gabbed a piece of note pad out of my bag and handed it to him.

“Thanks” he said, smiling.

Instead of saying no problem or something simple, that would return his thank you, I just looked out the window, even though there was nothing there, just blackness of the tunnel.

Something landed on my lap, it was the paper, but this time it was folded. Interesting. Picking it up and unfolding it slowly, I started to read.

Mind if I talk to you? The note read.

I smiled, this was funny, and really weird. I took out a pen and wrote back, I shall fulfill your bordness, and talk to you. If you wish. Folding it back up, I passed it back to him.

It landed on my lap a few seconds later. Cool. I would talk to you in person, but you don’t seem very interested, plus your listening to music….

I wrote back, Ah, your right, I don’t want to talk in person. Is there anything you wanted to ask me in particular?

Not exactly, What are you listening to?

Good music, you know, the usual, stuff other people hate, Punk…hardcore…Rock.

Other people besides me?

Sure, if you like that kind of stuff.

So, why cant you talk?

Why should I tell you? Your just some random person I seem to be writing to.

You don’t have to tell me, im just curious.

I have issues.

What kind of issues?

I cant deal with my own problems. So im running away from them

You too?

What are you talking about?

Come for a coffee with me? This is my stop.

I guess this is my stop too.

Getting out of my seat I followed him off the train. He stopped and looked at me, then smiled. Of course I wanted to smile back, but my face couldn’t handle it. I just followed, listening to my music.