William
Everyone has bad days where they just feel like it's the end of the world. It feels like nothing could ever go right.
But then the next day, everything is fine.
Just with me, the next day usually isn't fine. If anything, it's worse.
The rain poured down onto me, soaking through my clothes. I put my phone in a Ziplock bag because I knew it was going to rain. My shoes squished as I walked slowly down the sidewalk.
Even though I had my hood over my head, I was still soaked from head to toe. Water dripped down my neck from my soaked hair, causing me to shiver. It probably wasn't the best idea to come outside in the cold weather.
My parents are probably worried sick.
I just enjoyed the alone time though. I am always in a house full of mainly girls, a cafe full of customers, or a school building full of students. The only alone time I get is when I'm taking a piss or sleeping.
Taking walks are one of the only ways I can really clear my head from all the self hate I bring upon myself.
I continued to walk down the sidewalk, only a few neighborhoods away from the one I lived in. Everyone knew everyone in that neighborhood, so I tried to avoid walking around it. I don't want anyone telling my parents I'm out late.
The only noise I could hear (except for the loud ass rain) was distant cars rolling down the road, frogs croaking loudly in the overflowing ditches, and my socks squishing uncomfortably in my shoes.
I wish I could just look up at the stars as I walked, but it was storming, so the sky was dark and grey. The only light was headlight's of cars and any houses with porch lights.
No street lights or shining moon.
"Hey!"
I looked up from the wet ground, seeing a figure in front of a nearby, nice house, holding an umbrella over their head. I tilt my head to the side, confused on why anyone would be stupid enough to be outside in the rain.
Oh wait...
"Are you okay?" They asked, the figure walking towards me. I just nod. "You're shivering, what are you doing out in the cold rain?"
I cleared my throat, "I was taking a walk." My teeth chattered as I spoke. "And I didn't realize it would rain. I'm walking home now. Just a few neighborhoods over, I think."
He shakes his head, "I can drive you home, I don't want you to get sick."
"No, its-"
"You're shivering and soaked." He interrupts, a frown in his voice. I couldn't really see him that well, not even the porch lights around us gave enough light. I could only see his tall silhouette. "Follow me."
I hesitantly follow the guy, who sounded like possibly an older teenager, towards the house he was standing outside of.
"I'll grab my keys, stay on the porch, out of the rain." He instructs. I was now able to see him now because of his porch light.
The guy looked fiamilar, I probably have seen him around school.
He was tall as hell, or maybe I was just short. I was only 5'8, but I'm still taller than my sisters, so that's all that matters. Everyone in my family is kinda short, my dad is only 5'10 and my mom was just below 5'5.
His dark brown hair was lying flat on his forehead, a bit wet from the rain. I didn't understand how he had gotten wet from the umbrella.
He had bright, hazel eyes that held so much life and care in them. I could get lost in those gorgeous orbs.
