You crouch by the grave, a small flower clutched in your hand. "Hey, Mom..." You whisper. A lump builds in your throat as you drop the flower on the grave, and your eyes water a little. Why did it have to be your family member to die in a car crash? Of course it had to be yours.

You tell your deceased guardian about how school had been. "We're starting to break up into cliques... Too bad my friends moved away..." You pause. "I'm on the lower end of the seesaw when it comes to school and popularity." You murmur wistfully.

The dark clouds overhead growl with thunder, and they threaten to pour down on you any second now. You were persistent, though, and you stayed. "Dad continues to disappear off with that Amanda lady. She's really rude to Sis and me, and she comes into our apartment drunk a lot. Dad too." That wasn't a lie. Just omission, you think as you tenderly touch a bruise on your cheek from where your father figure had slapped you.

For a few minutes, you fiddle with the flower you brought. It was dried, and the petals kept coming off. You left it alone now.

"Oh Mom..." You croaked, the lump in your throat growing. "I wish you were still here... It's just been horrible..." The tears spilled over, and you bit your lip to keep from sobbing. A mist covers the ground causing everything to become blurry. Everything looked alien... everything but your mother's grave. You trace the letters with your finger.

You hear light footsteps behind you. You turn around to see a shadow standing over you. You tense - there's a boy who looks about your age looking down on you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You stared at him with wide eyes, then realized how stupid you must look and lowered your head.

"Yeah, I'm fine," You murmer. He stuck his hand out, and you stared at it dumbly, then shake your head softly and put your hand in his. He pulled you up, and you got a clear look at his face - well, most of it, because his eyes were covered with a pair of shades. He was pale, with blonde hair.

"What are you doing in a place like this? A family member die?"

You feel the lump in your throat form again. "It's... Nothing..." You choke.

His lips purse into a thin line, like he's remembering something. "It's not nothing, really... You know what?" His voice drops into a whisper. "My parents... Both died..."

You place your hand over your mouth. "Oh... So sorry... My mom died."

He shrugs. "I live with my Bro. It's fine." A pause. "I'm Dave, by the way."

"Hello Dave, I'm [Name]."

At that exact moment, the clouds choose to release their huge bounty of water down on two unsuspecting children in a graveyard. In other words, it started raining. Hard.

"Ack, we're getting all wet!" You say, holding your hands above your head in an effort to stop the raindrops. "And I didn't bring a raincoat!" You hiss, mentally FACEPALMING x2 COMBO!

Dave smirks. "Whelp, I didn't either. My house is right by here, why don't we get out of the wet? You could call your Dad from there to pick you up."

Your eyes widen, and you dwell on this for a moment. "I could walk, it's not that far..." You offer.

He continues smirking. "As the gentleman, I insist."

You sigh in exasperation. "As long as you're not a weird creepy stalker person."

"I'm not a weird creepy stalker person."

You muffle a laugh with your hand and nod. "Lead the way, gentleman."