A/N: Soooooooooo, this is my first fic to be posted on FanFiction, (A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY! WRITE THIS DOWN IN YOUR HISTORY BOOKS, PEOPLE! SAVOR THIS MOMENT! ... Kidding. Don't do that. XD) and I'm super excited! This is dedicated to my bestie Rachel for being super encouraging and helpful in proofreading, and to michelleandjulia for being so welcoming! Enjoy everybody! R & R!
~Ellie
John leaned his head against the rough cement wall of an old, run-down floral shop. He watched as rain fell softly from the sky and landed all around him. Plink, plonk, plunk... it whispered to him, each individual drop singing its own song. One very cheeky raindrop landed in his eye.
"Aghh! Dammit!" John barked, rubbing violently at his face. Suddenly, he registered that he was soaked to the bone. Did everything in his world have to go wrong today? He kicked the wall behind him, as if abusing it would make all his troubles disappear. "Take that!" he growled, "Bloody life.. Aw, ta hell with it all! What good am I doing here anyways?" Bracing himself against the wall he rested his head on it and cursed himself. It was all his fault. Every last part of this damned situation was his fault, and there was nothing he could do about it. He wondered to himself. What if he had never stumbled into that field that rainy afternoon in May? What if he had never met- ... but he had. He couldn't change the past. He'd destroyed every chance he had left, and now his mates hated his guts. "Gear. Just gear. Well done, Johnny. Yeh've ruined everything yeh've ever dreamed about. Forever. Let's have some applause, eh?" He looked up and glanced around himself as if almost truly anticipating someone to step out from the cover of the nearby trees and begin clapping for his horrible mistakes. Chuckling darkly, he muttered, "Where are the fans when yeh actually need 'em?"