"Kiss and make up"

It's been a long, shitty day. All you really want is to take your usual bus home and relax for a while, but you've barely been on for a block when traffic comes to a complete standstill from a random wreck up ahead. Normally, you'd just put in earbuds and zone out, but the fucking batteries are dead.

All you can hear is the two bitches in the seats in front of you, bickering back and forth over the most inane bullshit.

"It was blue!"

"No way, it was teal!"

"Teal??? The ocean is teal. Seafoam is teal. That dress was blue."

"Seafoam isn't teal, it's green! Y'know, like seafoam green? Like that nail polish you bought me."

"Uh, I didn't by it for you. I bought it for me, and you stole it!"

"I didn't steal shit!"

Your head hurts too bad to follow along any longer, but their voices just keep going, ringing in your ears and shattering any thoughts you try to distract yourself with. Eventually it's too fucking much.

"Listen!" you bark, rising up a little to look over the backs of their seats. "Some of us have fucking jobs that we've been at all day, we have headaches, and we don't give two shits about who stole what color from who. Just fucking kiss and make up already so we can all get where we're going in peace."

The girls shut up immediately, staring at you as you speak, then look at each other nervously. One of them seems a little more nervous than the other, and the more confident woman leans over slowly and tilts her head until their lips meet. They just sit there with their mouths together for a moment before the nervous one relaxes a little, letting her lips part around her friends tongue. The kiss steadily grows more passionate, their hands reaching over to wrap around each others waists. When they finally pull away, their cheeks red and flushed, there's a string of spit dangling between them.

"Th-thank you, sir," one of them pants sighly.

"I never knew that would actually help..."

The bus lurches into motion again, pushing you back into your seat, but you see them start kissing again through the gap between their chairs. You watch with a growing boner as they keep trading pecks for the rest of the bus ride, until eventually you reach your stop and walk awkwardly home.