Original fic, Rainy day
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starzafandomblogTitle: Rainy Day (Totally ripped from a YnM story of mine, I know. :P)
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Genre: General
Warnings: Absolutely nothing
Summary: A rainy day brings out something unexpected in someone else...
Comments: Corny story. I submitted this in for class today, but didn't post it up on the fic blog. Sort of disappointed with this fic, as there's no point to it, no plot really, but... I couldn't think of anything else to write
I sigh to myself as I look at the clouds gathering in the sky and feel a drop of water splash on my cheek. Great, the one day that I don’t bring an umbrella of this week, and today, of all days, it decides to rain!
Today, I decided to stay after school for a make-up lab I missed last week. I hate missing a day of school, but last Monday, I was too sick to get out of bed and mother insisted that I stay home. Unfortunately, for me, Mondays are lab days, so I knew I’d have to make the lab up some time. So I decided that today was better than any other day to make it up.
However, I didn’t expect it to rain. The sky looked like this all week, gray clouds forming in the sky, the air feeling much colder than it should feel on a day in May. And each day I brought my umbrella, expecting it to rain. It never did.
This morning, though, I forgot my umbrella on the kitchen table, and I realized that fact, as I was half a block away from the bus stop. I was going to run back and grab it, but I decided not to, as I didn’t want to miss the bus.
Figures, of all days, it chooses today to rain. I start to walk at a fast pace, hoping the light drizzle doesn’t turn into something worse.
Apparently, fate is against me today, as less than five minutes of walking, it starts to downpour. I guess all those clouds decided that right now, they had to release the water that’s been stored in them for so long. Or maybe a higher deity wanted a laugh and decided I’m the perfect target for today’s joke.
It gets worse, even when I’m running. There’s no way I can run home without getting everything soaked in my knapsack. That’s when I notice that there’s a little café that’s not too crowded and I decide to duck in there for a bit, hoping the rain will tamper off. I try to catch my breath when I enter the room, shivering only a little as the warmth seeps into me. I put my knapsack down and decide to order a cup of hot chocolate. I might as well get something to drink while I’m there. The lady behind the counter gives me a smile as she hands me the warm liquid and shakes her head when I give her the money.
“It’s on the house,” she says and I smile and thank her for her kindness before walking to the window, gazing out at the window. I take a sip of my drink and hope the rain will let up soon.
“Never expected to see you here.”
I turn my head to look at the speaker, and I almost drop my hot chocolate. David Landier, one of the most unapproachable guys at school, stood next to me, his blue eyes focusing on me. I think he’s expecting an answer from me, but I can’t seem to find my voice.
One of the reasons that David is so unapproachable is due to the way he looks at people. He never smiles, but he never frowns. He’s never angry, and yet, he’s never excited. He’s one of those ‘loner’ types of people, someone who prefers to be alone than talk to someone. No one has seen him express any sort of emotion on his face at school, and all the girls who ask him out get no answer out of him, he just stares at them with his cold blue eyes and they walk away, thinking the answer is no.
So why is he, of all people, talking to me?
“I like the rain…”
I look up suddenly when he says that and blink. “What?”
“Everyone seems to hate the rain. Rainy days tend to be viewed as gloomy or cold days, and because of that, they automatically assume it’s bad, which is associated with hate. But… I like it when it rains.”
“Why?” I suddenly ask, my curiosity overcoming my fear of talking to him.
Shrugging slightly, he continues to stare out the window. “No real deep reason. When it rains, I just get the urge to watch the water fall and hit the glass panes of the windows.” He closes his eyes suddenly, as if he was drawn into his thoughts. “And if I feel bold enough, I just walk outside, wanting to feel the raindrops splash on my face.”
I almost drop my cup again as I see a small smile form on David’s lips, the first emotion I’ve seen him express in the three years we’ve been in school. The smile only stays there for a second before it disappears. He looks at me and asks, “Strange, isn’t it?”
“That doesn’t sound strange,” I answer truthfully. “There are things that some people don’t like and there are some things that people do like. Just because someone likes something that another may not like doesn’t make them strange.”
David says nothing; he just continues to watch me. Several minutes pass before he says, “You’re an interesting person.” He places something in my hand and I notice it’s a small umbrella. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He walks out of the café before I can say anything, back out in the rain. I continue to watch him before I can’t see him anymore.
I stare at the umbrella in my hand, feeling a little stunned at what just happened. I just shake my head before I throw my empty cup away. Opening the door, I look up at the clouds. I feel the raindrops fall on my face and smile before I open the umbrella and start to walk home.
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Genre: General
Warnings: Absolutely nothing
Summary: A rainy day brings out something unexpected in someone else...
Comments: Corny story. I submitted this in for class today, but didn't post it up on the fic blog. Sort of disappointed with this fic, as there's no point to it, no plot really, but... I couldn't think of anything else to write
I sigh to myself as I look at the clouds gathering in the sky and feel a drop of water splash on my cheek. Great, the one day that I don’t bring an umbrella of this week, and today, of all days, it decides to rain!
Today, I decided to stay after school for a make-up lab I missed last week. I hate missing a day of school, but last Monday, I was too sick to get out of bed and mother insisted that I stay home. Unfortunately, for me, Mondays are lab days, so I knew I’d have to make the lab up some time. So I decided that today was better than any other day to make it up.
However, I didn’t expect it to rain. The sky looked like this all week, gray clouds forming in the sky, the air feeling much colder than it should feel on a day in May. And each day I brought my umbrella, expecting it to rain. It never did.
This morning, though, I forgot my umbrella on the kitchen table, and I realized that fact, as I was half a block away from the bus stop. I was going to run back and grab it, but I decided not to, as I didn’t want to miss the bus.
Figures, of all days, it chooses today to rain. I start to walk at a fast pace, hoping the light drizzle doesn’t turn into something worse.
Apparently, fate is against me today, as less than five minutes of walking, it starts to downpour. I guess all those clouds decided that right now, they had to release the water that’s been stored in them for so long. Or maybe a higher deity wanted a laugh and decided I’m the perfect target for today’s joke.
It gets worse, even when I’m running. There’s no way I can run home without getting everything soaked in my knapsack. That’s when I notice that there’s a little café that’s not too crowded and I decide to duck in there for a bit, hoping the rain will tamper off. I try to catch my breath when I enter the room, shivering only a little as the warmth seeps into me. I put my knapsack down and decide to order a cup of hot chocolate. I might as well get something to drink while I’m there. The lady behind the counter gives me a smile as she hands me the warm liquid and shakes her head when I give her the money.
“It’s on the house,” she says and I smile and thank her for her kindness before walking to the window, gazing out at the window. I take a sip of my drink and hope the rain will let up soon.
“Never expected to see you here.”
I turn my head to look at the speaker, and I almost drop my hot chocolate. David Landier, one of the most unapproachable guys at school, stood next to me, his blue eyes focusing on me. I think he’s expecting an answer from me, but I can’t seem to find my voice.
One of the reasons that David is so unapproachable is due to the way he looks at people. He never smiles, but he never frowns. He’s never angry, and yet, he’s never excited. He’s one of those ‘loner’ types of people, someone who prefers to be alone than talk to someone. No one has seen him express any sort of emotion on his face at school, and all the girls who ask him out get no answer out of him, he just stares at them with his cold blue eyes and they walk away, thinking the answer is no.
So why is he, of all people, talking to me?
“I like the rain…”
I look up suddenly when he says that and blink. “What?”
“Everyone seems to hate the rain. Rainy days tend to be viewed as gloomy or cold days, and because of that, they automatically assume it’s bad, which is associated with hate. But… I like it when it rains.”
“Why?” I suddenly ask, my curiosity overcoming my fear of talking to him.
Shrugging slightly, he continues to stare out the window. “No real deep reason. When it rains, I just get the urge to watch the water fall and hit the glass panes of the windows.” He closes his eyes suddenly, as if he was drawn into his thoughts. “And if I feel bold enough, I just walk outside, wanting to feel the raindrops splash on my face.”
I almost drop my cup again as I see a small smile form on David’s lips, the first emotion I’ve seen him express in the three years we’ve been in school. The smile only stays there for a second before it disappears. He looks at me and asks, “Strange, isn’t it?”
“That doesn’t sound strange,” I answer truthfully. “There are things that some people don’t like and there are some things that people do like. Just because someone likes something that another may not like doesn’t make them strange.”
David says nothing; he just continues to watch me. Several minutes pass before he says, “You’re an interesting person.” He places something in my hand and I notice it’s a small umbrella. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He walks out of the café before I can say anything, back out in the rain. I continue to watch him before I can’t see him anymore.
I stare at the umbrella in my hand, feeling a little stunned at what just happened. I just shake my head before I throw my empty cup away. Opening the door, I look up at the clouds. I feel the raindrops fall on my face and smile before I open the umbrella and start to walk home.
