I walked down the side walk in all my non-coated glory as the rain pounded down on the windows of the shops that lined the block. On the one day that I need my jacket, the one day I don't remember to bring it home from work, its pouring rain. Though I probably should've noticed I was missing something the minute I stepped out into the pouring rain without a jacket.
Anyways.
As I walked I ducked under people's gigantic umbrellas and bobbed under the tiny little overhangs on some of the shops that lined the square. It had been raining all week, pouring, flooding rain that pounded on doors and hammered your windows so hard you could swear that it was hail.
I grumbled as I walked down the sidewalk "on the one day…" My name was Max. Maximum Ride. I was a senior in high school, I had 3 friends, Ella, Iggy, and Nudge, and I had never had a boyfriend in all of my life.
I made sure to stay on the side farthest from the road. I had made the mistake of walking close to the road during the rain once and ended up drenched with disgusting New York City gutter water. I was already soaked to the bone. All I needed was to be even more soaked and covered in street mud, and then my day would be absolutely fan-freaking-tastic.
I kept walking and spotted something; a red awning coming off of the side of a small café that I stopped at on the way come from work sometimes.
The light was on inside and noises buzzed from the small coffee shop, beckoning me. I could just feel the heating, and I could taste a hat chocolate with marshmallows and whip cream trickling down my throat.
I stumbled forward and jumped under the awning. My dirty blond hair was plastered to the sides of my face and my light blue long sleeve shirt was now a dark shade of indigo. The black skinny jeans that I was wearing were cold and my tennis shoes were squishy like sponges.
I shivered as when I realized how cold I was. I felt like an ice cube dipped into a frozen lake then coated with a thick layer of liquid nitrogen. I let out a long sigh and wasn't surprised when a cloud of mist floated up from my mouth. I could see my breath, but I couldn't feel my pinkies, how great was that?!
I didn't go inside. I doubted the owner would enjoy a teenager squish-squashing her spongy shoes all over their floor.
I leaned against the red brick wall of the tiny café.
"You look cold"
I practically jumped out of my skin, though I bet going skinless would be less cold than the freezing predicament I was in at the moment. I whipped around. There stood a tall olive-skinned boy with jet black hair and obsidian eyes. He wore a dark blue ski cap that looked very warm, converse that were not squishy like sponges, skinny jeans that did not look in any way wet, and a thick black raincoat that looked warm enough to stand out in the rain for an hour and not get cold. The lucky poop.
"Yeah," I shivered "just a little." My teeth chattered hard.
He unzipped the his not at all freezing jacket and handed it to me, so he was only wearing a dark black hoodie that was unzipped so I could see his Green Day T-Shirt peeking out from under it.
He handed the jacket to me. I started down at it.
"Here," he said smiling a little, "take this."
"I can't though, I couldn't ask you to do that."
"You're not asking, I'm offering," he smiled, a full on smack-in-the-face smile. I could tell he didn't do it often.
Unsure I said, "Thanks." I pulled on the jacket.
The inside had fuzz in it.
I was it heaven to say the least.
"You really should wear a coat when it's raining" he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh shut up."
It was quiet for a moment
"Fang"
"What?"
"I'm Fang," he said
I snorted, "hey tooth, I'm Max."
He laughed silently, his shoulders shook up and down, "Hi Max" when he said my name my stomach fluttered. Little butterflies danced in my chest and I smiled involuntarily.
I looked down at my watch. 7:00. I was late for dinner, mom was going to kill me.
"I have to go! I'm late for dinner, sorry!"
He chuckled. "By then, Max"
"by tooth" I said, brushing my still soaking hair behind my ear. He shook his head, smiling, and turned around, walking away. I watched him walk off and disappear into the swarm of people still left after 6:00 rush hour. Black umbrellas stood up above the crowd as he walked.
As I walked away I thought of 3 things.
1) My stomach had fluttered when he said my name
2) Even though the cold air still nipped at my ears, my cheeks were burning bright red, and not from the cold.
3) And I was still wearing the random guy's jacket.
I laughed out loud and looked down at the sidewalk, shaking my head. The ground was drenched from the rain and the people's shoes were covered in mud caked in from the ground. I would give the guy his jacket back next time I saw him.
Then I remembered that I was late for dinner. My eyes widened and I dashed down the street. I was late for dinner, my mother was going to kill me, and I am currently in possession of a random dude's jacket.
Blame it on the rain.
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