It's raining here in Alliance, Ohio and a story just came to me. Plus I haven't written anything in a while. So . . . yea. Read and tell me what goes through your mind.
I own nothing but the plot line. The Almighty Larson owns the rest.
Angel Dummot Schunard walked hastily through the rain as tears streamed down his cheeks. The legs of his jeans got wet with each step he took. As the rain mixed with his tears, he wrapped his arms around himself. His red jacket was getting wetter by the second and he was freezing, but he pretended not to notice. Collins had told him that it would be cold and raining on and off all week, but he didn't listen. He was done listening to Collins.
He reached the building that Mark, Roger, and Mimi lived in, rushed up to the loft, fell to his knees, and began to cry. Rain dripped off of his jacket and onto the floor as he did his best to knock on the loft door. He heard the door slide open as he continued to sob.
"Angel!" Mimi exclaimed, kneeling down in front of him. Angel looked at his best friend, tears streaming down his face. "What's wrong?" Angel wanted to tell her so many things. He wanted to go into detail and make sure that she was on his side. Only he couldn't. He could barely form words. "Angel?"
"Collins . . ." Angel managed. His body shook as he sobbed. Mimi wiped some of his tears away. "Collins and I . . ."
"What?" Mimi said. "What happened with Collins?"
"We . . . we broke up." Mimi gasped and pulled her friend into a hug.
I know it's a small first chapter, but (if you can) review please.