Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Bella POV

"One ticket please." I said to the lady at the counter. She was older with light brown hair that had several patches of gray running through it. It was piled up on top of her head in a do that reminded me vaguely of a beehive.Her cat eyed glasses were held in place by a chain around her neck and with her double chin, I found my mind immediately conjuring up the image of that character from Monsters Inc. Roz, I think it was. I watched as her eyes took in my figure as she didn't bother to hide the look on her face. I slid the money even closer to her, hoping she'd catch my drift.

"Where to?" She finally asked as her eyes found mine.

I gulped in quickly. I hadn't even thought about where I was going. It wasn't like I wanted to leave everything behind. More like, I had to. I looked to the board that sat behind her, reading through the list quickly, working through the pros and cons. "Seattle" I finally said, though why I would ever go there, I had no idea. It just seemed like the best place to head to. Completely different from where I was now.

Florida had never been my home. When my mom had remarried and moved here, it was never an option of whether I would go or not. I had no other choice. My father had died when I was a baby and at fifteen, where else could I turn to? The fact that I had no living relatives didn't help either. In the end, I had went willingly and tried to make the best out of it, for my mom. For her new husband as well, but never for myself.

"That will be two hundred and sixty nine dollars and fifty nine cents." I nodded and pulled a wad of cash out of my wallet.

I had taken everything my father had left me, or what was left of it anyway, out of my savings account for this trip. I knew he wouldn't have minded if he knew what I was using it for. The meagerness of the amount hadn't really dawned on me until I realized how little of it I actually had left.

After the woman had printed off my ticket and handed it to me, I smiled and picked up my blue duffel bag from the floor beside me. I made my way slowly over to where the chairs sat beside the big glass front window. There weren't many people here, and the few that were spared me only a quick glance. I made my way to one of the empty seats and lowered myself into it, smoothing out the front of my cherry print dress. I pulled my purse off of my shoulder and opened it up, pulling out the small book of Sudoku I had bought for the trip and ignoring the way my cell phone was lit up. It had been like that for days now and thinking about it only made me want to cry again, something I'd rather not do in public. So I immersed myself in the addictive little puzzle in front of me and waited until they would call for boarding.

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" The voice was smooth and velvety and for some reason made me think of chocolate milk -the kind you buy, not the kind you make- and how it sounds as you pour it into a glass.

I looked up to be met by a pair of brilliant green eyes and for a second my breath was caught in my throat. He smiled lopsidedly at me and I had to physically shake my head to clear it. I was glad that the answer to the question he asked was 'no' and that I didn't just make myself look like a complete and total imbecile in front of him. I watched as he stepped around me and sat down his bags in the chair directly next to mine and then unzipped his creamy leather jacket and stacked it on top of his black luggage. He ran a hand through his untidy bronze hair, making it stick up in all directions, before finally settling down in the chair next to his stuff. Even from two seats away I could smell him, honey and lilacs and the musky scent of a man. He glanced my way as he turned his upper body to unzip one of his bags and I hastily looked down, feeling the blush pool in my cheeks at being caught staring. Of course, with his looks, he was probably used to it.

I forced myself to return my attention back to the numbers on the grid in front of me as I hid behind my hair. My pen scratched quietly over the little boxes and I bit my lip as I tried to figure out where I had gone wrong. The numbers just didn't seem to be fitting right and I knew I had a nine in the wrong place at least once. Groaning and giving up I shoved the book back in my purse and put the cap back on my pen before zipping my bag shut, once again ignoring my cell. My stomach rumbled and I rolled my eyes as I lifted myself up and pulled my duffel bag up with me. I sneaked a peek back at the man behind me as I walked away. His nose was shoved deep into a book and his free hand was absentmindedly running up and down his jaw line. I smiled to myself as I walked out of the front door.

I took my time walking over to the burger joint next door, enjoying the last of the Jacksonville weather that I could. After spending the change from my ticket on a burger and a chocolate milk shake, I walked back to the bus station. The chairs were almost completely full now and I groaned as I realized that I had no place to sit, and my feet were killing me. I set my bag down on the floor beside me and leaned up against the wall, trying to ease some of the soreness in my lower back and relieve some of the pressure in my feet. At the moment, all I wanted to do was curl up under a blanket and go to sleep.

"Excuse me?" I looked up from my black and white converse sneakers to see the same bronze haired man that had sat down beside me earlier. He had a hesitant look on his face as he held his hands in front of him. "I... well I have a seat beside me. If you want to.."

"I'm fine." I lied as I shook my head, making my long hair fall into my eyes and I removed one of my hands from the wall behind me to push it out of the way.

"Well, I would really feel so much better if you would just come sit down. You can even have my seat as well if you don't feel comfortable sitting beside me. I just...you look dead on your feet and I wasn't raised to let a lady stand while I sat."

"I..." I looked up to see his hands gesturing behind him as he stood halfway turned back to the chairs. I laughed and relented as I picked up the bag at my feet and walked ahead of him.

He was true to his words as he picked up his things and set them on the ground, settling himself down on the floor in the middle of the small aisle and returned to his book. I felt bad, watching him sit down on the floor, but I didn't know what to say. So instead, I pulled my book out of my purse and returned to it as well. Though every once and a while my eyes would peek over the top to the chivalrous man who sat close to my feet.

It was ridiculous for me to be acting this way. Not only was I probably a good four years younger than him. I was also homeless, completely broke, running away from my problems and to top it all off, six months pregnant. So why in the world was I acting like a love sick teenager who had just met one of the Jonas brothers?

"Bus 1009 from Jacksonville to Seattle is now boarding." The voice crackled over the loudspeaker and the bodies in the seats around me began to stir as those who were on the bus stood up and began to migrate toward the doors. I sighed as I picked up my bag and slowly started following the flock of people.

I could feel my phone vibrating yet again from my purse but I ignored it as the man in the blue uniform loaded my bag underneath into the luggage compartment and I made to board the bus. It was time to go. To get away from here, this place where people talked and whispered behind my back. It was time to go somewhere where I'd be wanted. Somewhere we'd be wanted.

A/N: Twi-Grammy helped come up with this.
Besos.