(A/N: I've had this plot bunny running around in my mind for a while, and I finally wrote it! So if you want me to continue, I would like at least 4 reviews for this chapter! ^_^ There is a slight AU in this story. This is before the boys were discovered by Gustavo.)
It was a rainy summer day in Minnesota. Just like the average rainy summer day. The cold rain came down hard onto the pavements of driveways and sidewalks. Trees' leaves thrashes about angrily and streetlamps flickered.
Okay, so Meena Collins was lying to herself. This rainy summer day was a bit more violent than others. It was all she could to keep from screaming her head off and running all the way home. But the later she got home, the better. After all, she hated it here.
Meena had just moved in with her aunt, because her parents had just passed away. Four weeks prior, they were in a severe car crash and drove off a bridge into a river. And so Meena had relocated from her home of four years, Houston, Texas, to live with her aunt.
And she hated it.
The town was tiny. There were no tall buildings, bustling people downtown, bright lights lighting up the night, or world-famous restaurants, all things that Meena loved to be around. Sighing as she tied her long, black hair into a ponytail, she thought of how much she missed her friends, and the Galveston beach, and everything that made Houston, Houston.
And then she saw them.
She had been halfway down Wicker street, cursing herself for choosing Converse to walk around in, considering they had no arch support whatsoever, when she saw a group of four boys, walking home in hockey helmets and jerseys, coming her way.
One particular boy caught her eye. She couldn't explain it, but she felt like she was drawn to him. He was Hispanic looking, laughing loudly, goofing off with his friends. It figured. Funny, goofy, silly boys were usually her type.
But there was something so different, so special about him…
The second shortest one, and the one with black hair, pointed in her direction. He was talking rapidly, and all talk ceased, just the four boys staring at her. The Hispanic one was calling something out.
Meena didn't hear him over the now roaring thunder. She draped her arms over her head, protecting her hair from the rain, and felt that it was standing straight up. Feeling stupid, she screamed, "What?"
The Hispanic one's eyes filled with panic. "Lightning!" He screamed, charging over to Meena as she felt her eyes go wide. He tackled her to the ground, a few good feet away from where she had been standing. She felt a slight burn on her right kneecap and realized she was bleeding.
The boy and Meena stared into each other's eyes for a second, and he stood up and backed up a bit.
It all happened so quickly. If you'd blinked your eyes for about a half of a millisecond slower than usual, you'd have missed it.
The boy got struck by lightning.
His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed. Meena heard a slight rumbling in her ears and then she realized she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Rain. Rain ruined everything.
And rain probably just took this boy away from the world, forever.
Just like her parents.
The boys ran over and the two tallest, the blonde and brunette, were talking to each other. Their eyes were wide and they seemed to be yelling. Meena couldn't hear them anyway. She was still screaming and there was a ringing in her eyes.
The black-haired boy slowly approached her. He shushed her silently, and slowly, Meena stopped screaming.
That was all Meena remembered before she blacked out.