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Late
The car comes to a stop in front of a drenched-to-the-bone red-head standing on the edge of the sidewalk. Her equally wet luggage stands by her side, her hand tightened around the handle as her knuckles turn white.
He steps out of the car and opens the Pikachu umbrella that always lies under the driver's seat; the yellow fabric and pointed yellow ears would sure call much attention if the Station wasn't so deserted. Walking over to the red-head, he tries to ignore her noticeable clenched jaw and glaring blue eyes as he puts the umbrella over her soaked figure in hopes of keeping her from getting any wetter –if that was possible –and mumbles a few apologizing words.
But she slaps his hand away, and the umbrella ends up on the concrete, smiling up at them as if nothing is happening. Their bodies are exposed to the pouring rain, and he can feel the thick raindrops hit every inch of his body. There goes his new jacket, completely ruined in a matter of five seconds. But it doesn't really matter as he feels her blue eyes burning holes into his face. He doesn't even bother to pick the umbrella back up.
He opens his lips as he tries to apologize again, anything to break her cold silence. But he only gets water inside his mouth and no words come out. His lips snap shut again, and he can see her fingers clenching and unclenching around the bag's handle, her blue eyes glaring at him under her creased forehead, drops of water running along her cold face, which is surrounded by soaked strands of red hair that fall out of her ponytail.
He opens his mouth again, giving it another try.
"I –"
"I understand I'm everything but one of your top priorities" she snaps, interrupting his oncoming apology. Her voice is high; he can hear it clearly over the heavy raindrops against the pavement, the buildings, and everything that surrounded them.
"Misty, I –"
"But if you'd told me that picking me up on time was going to be such a big trouble for you, then I would've called a cab instead!" her voice almost breaks at the end, and she looks away for the first time since he got off the car to pick up her luggage.
"It's no trouble, Misty!" he exclaims as he helps her put the heavy bag on the car's trunk. They both grunt as they push it inside, until it finally lands on the trunk's carpet with a heavy thud "I'm really, really sorry, I –"
"Look, its okay, you forgot!" she says without giving him a second glance. She walks over to the shotgun seat, her voice everything but showing she was 'okay'. Her hand rests on the door's handle and she looks at him over the car's low ceiling "I don't expect you to remember every single thing about me. I just wished you told me, that's all."
She enters the car, and he follows. They both sit drenched inside, the sound of the heavy rain muffled. There isn't a single spot left dry on them, and there they go; the new leather seats he had just gotten three days before. But it doesn't really matter as he leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, listening to her heavy panting and shuffling, as she probably wrings her hair and clothes.
"I'm sorry" he says lowly, without opening his eyes; maybe that way it would be easier to talk. It was always easier to talk without having to face her directly "I'm sorry I was late. And I'm sorry I've made you think you aren't important to me. I hope it's not too late to say that you are."
He hears her become still on the shotgun seat. The heavy raindrops hit the car's ceiling with thuds that seem like they will puncture holes on it. The street is empty, and there goes the Pikachu umbrella he had owned since his sixth birthday, the one he had left lying on the street and wasn't planning on retrieving.
But it doesn't really matter because after what seemed like an eternal and uneventful silence, he feels her hand on his shoulder as in a low voice she says "Just… don't do it again… Don't be late again."
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