Disclaimer: I created Will, Charlie, Carrie and Dom, so if you would like to use them in one of your stories, please ask me first.
The car flew past on the road, hurtling at a breakneck speed, the driver seeming not to know where the hell he was headed. The car, a shining silver Mercedes, flew past the trees on the side of the road.
The car began to gain speed, growing faster and faster as the tires burned on the old gravel road.
Suddenly it began to rain. The drops splashed on the window shield like bullets, threatening to crack the glass by sound alone.
The driver of the car, a surly seventeen year old sighed and wiped his forehead with his hands. He didn't like driving in stormy weather, it made the boy feel nervous. Not that he usually didn't feel nervous. He had been a wreck ever since his sister had died, leaving only the lingering air of her fading spirit behind to soothe the grief-stricken family.
He didn't have very much of a family, a mother and his twin sister, which with whom he was not the greatest of friends with. No, there was not much of a family left for him.
The car stopped in front of the girl, and the boy driving the car popped out, revealing himself for the first time.
Black hair curled down to the base of his neck, giving him a handsome air, while eyes the colour of the twisting, turning sea, while pale skin coloured the rest of his handsome body, covered only by the black shirt and rough blue jeans the boy seemed to favour.
The girl looked up, her mournful blue eyes gazing into his, her mouth not moving as she rain continued to slick back her fluffy blond hair. "…"
"What the hell were you doing on the road?" The boy asked, walking towards her.
The girl did not answer. Instead, she simply said "Charlie Johnson,"
"William Parkins,"
Charlie looked away, back out into the rain. Will stared back at her, perplexed "What were you doing in the middle of the road?"
But Charlie said nothing, until, five minutes after both of them had become drowned rats, said "Cold,"
Will took pity on the girl and pulled her up and out her in the car beside him.
"Where are you going?"
"Riverdale," Charlie answered, staring absent-mindedly out the window.
"I'm going to go there as well," Will tried to make conversation, but it was no use, Charlie wouldn't answer "I'm a new student, you see?"
Charlie gave a little half-smile and said nothing.
"You juts passed my house," Charlie smiled, pointing to a small brown house standing on the side of the road.
William flushed, as he was already at the high school, five blocks ahead of it. AS he was backing up, he asked "Charlie, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
Charlie looked up "I told you my name, what more do you want?"
Will sighed "I don't know, something about you,"
"You're not going to get it," Charlie.
"Just tell me," Will continued, oblivious, "Why you were so silent out there? Seeming like you were almost, retarded. In the mental sense, I mean"
Charlie looked back up at him as they drove over a muddy road, the easiest way to get back to Charlie's house.
"I get like that sometimes. On stormy nights, I remember…"
"Remember who?" Will asked, but Charlie turned away and he sensed he had touched a weak spot.
Awhile later, Charlie pointed "There it is," At her house. William stopped the car and they both got out.
A young woman, perhaps a couple of years older then Charlie, rushed out of the house "Charlie! Don't wander off like that again! I know you-"She stopped seeing Will, "Oh did you bring her home? I mean, well, I'm Carrie, Charlie's older sister. Sometimes she leaves on rainy nights. She won't talk to anyone else. I'm actually surprised she talked to you. I mean, well, it's usually one of us that has to find her,"
"Lay off, Carrie," Charlie muttered "I'm seventeen; I can take care of myself,"
"Of course you can," Carrie blushed and let go of her "Bye Will!" She said, waving.
Charlie also waved, but more sullenly.
Will waved back and got into his car, mind spinning.