AN: This is a little something I wrote for my friend for her birthday that I decided I wanted to post. Enjoy and I know it's short, but I plan on working on it. Please let me know what you think.

The Umbrella

Rain splashed down the girl's cheeks relentlessly as she stood shivering by the bus stop after school. Replaying in her mind's eye was the four o'clock bus turning the corner at the edge of the street as she sprinted to the curb, waving her arms wildly. Her hair, which was plastered to her face, was darker than usual and made it difficult to see.

So difficult to see, in fact, that when a car hurtled past, she didn't see it coming until the sizable puddle had hit her like a tidal wave. At the top of her lungs, she hollered a few words at the passing car that she was glad her mother was not there to hear.

"That was something I would never have guessed I would hear from a girl like you," a voice behind her commented.

Irritably, she swept her fringe from her eyes to look at the boy who had spoken. "Do I know you?"

He laughed, "Uh… I hope so, I sit behind you in Physics."

"Clive, isn't it?"

He sighed. "Clint, actually."

"Oh…" she shivered. "Why are you frowning at me?"

Clint's eyebrows knitted further. "I'm not frowning! I swear this is my normal face," he defended.

She shrugged, "Whatever, I'm too cold to argue."

"I have something for that." He revealed, reaching into his rucksack and drawing out a purple umbrella.

She stared at him disbelievingly. "You had that the whole time?"

"Hmm? Oh… Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I forgot it was there."

She glared "Are you kidding? I 've been standing here freezing to death for the last twenty minutes."

"I'm sorry, I really am." He paused whilst he fumbled with the runner of the umbrella to try and open it. When he was done, he thrust it forwards. "You have it."

She took it into her hands warily but couldn't help but feel grateful for the absence of raindrops beating down on her. "Nice colour," she mocked.

"It's my mum's. You can keep it if you want'."

"Purple suits you," she admitted reluctantly.

It was then that her bus finally pulled up and Clint gave her a smile. "Hopefully I'll see you around, Laura."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure thing."

Then she left. Laura could remember the day they first met as clearly as she could remember every inch of Clint's face. It turned out that missing her bus had been the best thing that could have ever happened to her.