Only a few hours ago was there a group of friends sitting at a booth, the one by a window in the corner- their corner. Laughing so hard it felt equivalent to doing a hundred sit ups, turning heads every so often. The only place they have ever felt so safe and without care, the only place they can be at least somewhat authentic is this booth.
Two hours ago did they part ways. In the heavy rain, soaked until garmetz glued to their limbs and shivers latched to their spine. Climbing in separate vehices to make their way home. Worrying subcontiously if they would even make it home in good shape.
Only an hour ago did the one group member, who had originally planned on taking the bus home, found out the storm tonight had caused a delay. Another group member who hadn't driven out the parking lot catches the boy's figure in the review mirror. Causing a deep exhale to escape his lungs, contemplating on wether or not to shelter this boy.
Truth is, out of anyone in the group...this boy is the one person he despises. The one person who can make him smile when every ounce of him doesn't feel like it, he hates that. Before his thoughts can take control, his actions do. Before the boy turned to the sidewalk his name was called.
"Dean!"
That was a mistake.