A/N: MyAibou, this one's for you, because there was no way I couldn't write this when this song came up. Incidentally, the street names are actually the names of authors on my bookshelf.

2. Bad Day – Daniel Powter

There was no other word for it. Really. Anzu's day, which had begun with such promise, had turned into a flaming ball of shit, like the kind flushed out of aeroplanes, falling so hard and fast from the sky it had left a crater roughly the size of the Gobi Desert where her self-esteem used to be.

Firstly it was her teacher humiliating her in front of the whole class because she'd forgotten to do her English translation homework. Then, at lunch, Jounouchi and Honda thought it was a brilliant idea to play football with a boiled egg, until it landed on the back of her head and Jounouchi realised he hadn't remembered to boil it before he left for school that morning.

Next it had been the job interview at Teen Scene, the hot new clothing store in the shopping mall that every girl worth her salt wanted to work at. Of them all, only Anzu had actually been granted an interview, and gotten permission from school for an after-school job, only to turn up to find the manager was a Class A perv whose only reason for inviting her today was to ogle her boobs when she tried on the two sizes too small work shirt he'd picked out specially for her when he saw the photograph on her application form.

Then it had been the long trudge home from the mall in her best wedge heeled sandals, picked because they made her legs look great but which, unfortunately, had the tendency to turn her feet into two sentient mutant blisters when worn for more than five minutes. She'd been planning on changing into her flats on the bus, like she'd changed into this please-employ-me-because-I'm-really-responsible outfit on the journey from school to mall, but as she turned left onto Toksvig Avenue two kids blew past her on skateboards and stole her bag. Naturally, running after them was impossible in her wedges, and so she had to watch as they sped away with her purse, shoes, hairbrush, cell phone and half-completed history project.

And her umbrella, which was the worst thing of all when the heavens opened ten minutes later.

By Keyes Street the wedges were dangling from her fingers and her brand new tights were laddered from toe to butt. Her hair was plastered to her head, and she kept her arms crossed because cretins who did have umbrellas kept making comments about how they could see her bra through her wet shirt. Her mascara wasn't waterproof and so, now moistened, kept trying to glue her eyelids shut – which was how she walked into a telegraph pole hard enough to knock her right on her butt, ruining her favourite yellow skirt.

"Someone just kill me now," she muttered, getting to her feet in time for a lorry to whizz by, splashing right through a large puddle that'd gathered at the side of the road and sending splashback the size of the Indonesian Tsunami over her. Anzu stood, dripping and open-mouthed. "Oh, give me a freaking break!"

Obviously nobody was listening, because at that moment a pickup also went through the puddle with tyres so filthy that Anzu found herself not only sodden, but also covered in mud.

Limit well and truly reached, she turned around, limped to a shop that'd closed up for the evening, slid down the door, put her arms on her knees, her head on her arms, and began to cry. Deep, wrenching sobs worked their way up from the pit of her stomach, making her throat hurt and her chest ache. Anzu didn't often cry, and when she did it was only for a bloody good reason. Today definitely counted.

After a moment, she realised that the rain had stopped. Well that's something, at least. She looked up, but her mouth fell open when she met a pair of familiar eyes staring down at her.

"Hey there," Yuugi said, offering one of the two umbrella he was holding over them. "I saw you from my bedroom window. I thought you could use this."

Anzu blinked. In all the fuss, she hadn't even registered her surroundings and realised where she was, nor how close help had been.

But wasn't that always the way with her and Yuugi?

Smiling for the first time that day, she accepted the umbrella with a heartfelt, "Thank you."

"No problem. That's what friends are for, right?"