HATTY X READER - BUMPY SEATThe seat was bumpy, and you hated it.More Like This
Outside of your window seat, through the panel of glass was a line of green oaks, perfectly placed against each other. Trees were good for climbing. They were also very pretty. But you couldn’t climb at the moment. You could barely even move in this uncomfortable bus ride, where everyone was screaming and shouting in the background. The noise was unbearable, and you’re getting to the point of standing up to scream right back at them. One more kick to your seat and you’ll be sent over the edge, like a big tidal wave onto a beach of helpless civilians. It didn’t help that no one wanted to sit next to you, either.
Well… that’s how you viewed it anyways. The real case was that you were the last on this broken hunker of a vehicle, and every seat but this one was taken, which wasn’t the biggest problem in the world. At the moment, though, it was the worst thing that’s happened to you, and you were so close