godream

So I'm sitting on the bus this afternoon, trying to coax the last bit of charge out of my discman's failing batteries, when a brunette young man with a vacant expression who I've seen on occasion hanging out with Lulu under the stairs but never spoken to takes the seat directly in front of me. He sits for a moment, then proceeds to turn around, leaning his chin on the back of the seat, about eighteen inches from my face, and stare at me. I look out the window, glance at him, he's still staring, look out the other window, look at my bag, he's still watching. When my batteries die for good, I take off my headphones and begin to stuff the discman back into my bag.

Weird Guy: You're [Lulu's] stepsister, right?

Me: Um... yes.

Weird Guy: Oh, good. Then I wasn't staring at a complete stranger.

Me: ...

Weird Guy: Only a half stranger.

Me: ...er, right. *inches backward in seat, hoping my stop is soon*