WOOOH! YEAH! I'm back! The fic's back! I've been preoccupied, but that's no excuse darn it! So, is everybody ready? Well? Are you? ARE YOU!!!??? This ones a little short. We really need to get past the first day don't we? Sorry, I'm getting there.

Chapter 5: The Bus

"Hi," Gar mumbled nervously, "anybody sitting here?" Rachel shot a look at him.

"No." Gar mouthed an okay and sat down as the bus started to move. Turning his head, he got a good look at her. A black hoody, torn black jeans, and no name brand sneakers. She must have felt his gaze, because she turned as well. That was when Gar caught sight of a fading bruise on the left side of her jaw. "What?"

"Where'd you get the bruise?" Gar knew immediately he should have kept his mouth shut. Rachel's face flushed and he whipped her head back towards the window. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. Then Gar decided to break the silence. "So… what are you listening to?"

Rachel looked down at her cassette player (hint, hint). "Queen." Gar beamed.

"One of the greatest bands ever." Rachel turned back towards him.

"Quick. Name the best guitarist." She started counting down with her fingers.

"Jimmy Page." He answered, with only a moment's hesitation. Rachel let a small smile creep to her face.

"We may just get along." The rest of the ride to their destination consisted of talk about music.

What? I told you it was short didn't I? Read and Review please. And no mercurysdemon, Tim isn't a Titan. If he was, I'd have a crap load of money.