The Storm
Malik's POV

Shit!

Of course, the minute I drop Ryou off, the rain starts.

The rain seems to get heavier and heavier every second.

Doesn't matter. I'll be home shortly.

A little rain never hurt anyone, right?

I continue down the streets, the rain practically blinding me, when lightning struck a nearby tree.

I heard a crack.

The tree starts to fall in my direction.

I make a sharp turn to avoid the tree, causing me to tumble off my bike.

I hit myself against one of the lampposts.

I got up, cursing myself for my bad luck.

I look to where my bike would be.

Trashed.

I could easily fix it, if I ever get home.

The rain gets heavier still.

I really hate the rain.

I decide to find some shelter.

I pick up my bike and wheel it to the curb.

I look at each house trying to find some sign of life within.

My eyes land upon a small house, with the light on inside.

I run up the steps and knock on the door.

No answer.

"Come on."

I knock again, louder than before.

Still no answer.

A low growl emits from my throat.

I was cold, wet and very angry with whoever lived here.

I start banging on the door as loudly as possible.

"One minute!"

Finally! An answer!

"Who is it?"

"I'm sorry, but I need a place to stay. My bike's trashed and my apartment is more than twenty minutes away."

"How long do you plan on staying?"

"Unitl the storm's over and I could fix my bike."

There was a moment of silence between us.

"Bring your bike into the garage."

"Thank you."

I run down the steps as the garage door opens. I grab my bike and head into the garage. Once inside, the garage door closes.

"Come up stairs. I started a fire for you to dry off."

I climb the stairs and attempt to open the door.

It was stuck.

"Um.excuse me, but I.uh.can't seem to open the door."

"Hold on, the door does this from time to time."

A kick.

The jiggle of the door knob.

And then the door opened.

Sorry about this chapter, I know it's pretty bad. But it will get better (at least in my opinion).