A long day, that was only the start of it. I wasn't even thinking about the weather as I stepped outside. I thought I felt a drop hit my head so I stepped back, looked up and raised my palm to the sky. Sure enough, pinpricks of cold water strike my hand as it is covered in tiny beads. I wasn't ready for this. I groan internally and politely step back, bag in front of my knees and look at the ground, waiting, hoping, for the rain to stop. A flash of gold moves past the corner of my eye and stops. My eyes dart right instinctively. Him. He notices me and double takes maybe a centimetre before turning to me and raising his hand.
"Hey." His voice raises to the end, almost as if it's a question. Maybe he sounded hopeful. I can't be bothered deciding so I just look away, indignant yet sad. Why I do not know. I can't see him but I hear a sigh and the pop of an umbrella as well as a few footsteps into the rain. The sound of his voice reaches my ears again and I unwillingly look his way. Why?
"I just wanted you to know, that I was only trying to take the chewing gum off your seat." I am fully looking at him now. He makes eye contact and stares at me over his shoulder with his deep, green, mesmeri- Why am I thinking like this? He looks sad. Now I'm sad too. But why?
"I swear" I don't remember getting a heart transplant but mine is beating like a rabbit's. I blink, maybe that'll clear my head. He looks down to his left, thinking about something perhaps?
"I've never been to school before." He turns forward, staring at a spot in front of his shoes and closing his eyes. "Never had friends" His eyes move up, staring hopefully at sky. Oh how I wished they'd stare at me. Wait what? "It's all sort of… new to me." The eyes, they turn back to me and he shrugs lightly, as if throwing off some imaginary burden he was carrying. He stops for a moment, I can see thoughts pushing past those stained glass domes he had for eyes before reaching a decision. His left arm extends slowly. What's he doing? As he finishes turning he looks like some kind of warrior extending a sword to a fellow. Or a nobleman proposing a dance. His pose was perfect. But what did I honestly expect from a supermodel. But what was he doing? I gasp as I realise he's handing me his umbrella. I stand dumbly for a moment, questions taking over my mind. Was he really a nice guy? Was he telling the truth? Do I trust him? What's this feeling? Why's my heart so- I catch my breath mentally but continue to stare dumbfounded.
Then I decide to reach for the umbrella, my eyes locked in his still. His wavy and shiny hair, his eyes, and his smile. It was there just a bit but it showed across his whole face. Not the practiced smile of a supermodel or a stuck-up princess (Not mentioning names) but a true smile, one with care and love behind it. Love? No that can't be right. My finger pokes his hand and we both realise that it's still closed. My hand jerks back and I see in his eyes that he realises. His hand opens and I dart mine in and out, I feel his warm and smooth palm on the outside of my hand and quickly tighten my grip nearly yanking the umbrella out of his hand. I look at his hand, then back into his eyes, my own eyes dart downwards for a fraction of a second but they keep their focus on his catlike pearls. I don't want to stop looking but my grip on the umbrella must have been too strong, something wet hits my face and my vision is obscured. I hear his voice, his laughter. The umbrella closed on my head. I lift it up slowly, trying to look annoyed but probably just seeming embarrassed. I can't help it, I let out a laugh too, a sense of warmth coming through me on the cold rainy day. He sighs and makes a small wave
"See you tomorrow" He turns away, his eyes lingering on me for just a moment longer before turning away. As he leaves, something slips out of my hand. What was I carrying again?
"U-uh-huh. See you… Tomah, toma- Ahahah. Why am I stammering?" I look at my hand in confusion as if the reason is on there. A voice says in my ear
"Heyy, I think I might have an idea" Embarrassed, I look away from it and feel warmth in my cheeks but a smile still graces my face. Adrien…
