The Twilight Twenty-Five  thetwilight25 dot com  A/N: Hi
everyone! This story was originally written for the Twilight
Twenty-Five challenge (which I didn't actually finish...) and is
being re-posted under it's own title. I'll be posting a few of
these, so anytime you see the above boilerplate directing you to
the challenge site, that's why. Anybody who's interested in
participating in the next round should definitely check out the
blog or twitter feed thetwilight25.  "Huh," Leah says, "I never
noticed that before."  She nods at the dashboard of the bus
where there's a photo of a pretty young woman with dark hair and
red lips. It's tucked into the edge of a faded metal plaque that
reads: Any Unnecessary Conversation with this Driver is
Forbidden by Law. A misty rain is spraying the windshield and
the wipers are squeaking loudly on the glass. The seats are
cold, the engine is loud and everything smells like gasoline.
It's Paul's bus. Not really, of course, it belongs to the city,
but she thinks of it as Paul's