Valentine's Day

Chapter Eight

The aim of this story was actually to celebrate valentine's day. Unfortunately, and sadly, Valentine's day is tomorrow and there is no way for me to finish, but I hope that people around the world can still be happy and celebrate the love they have for each other!:) So, I hope that you enjoyed this story so far. If you think that there are any better points to change, please please please PLEASE just tell me this story needs a lot of modifying! :)

CHAPTER EIGHT:

  I'm not the type that would bring an umbrella when I go out. To me, bringing an umbrella was kind of retarded, because you never actually get to use it. It is just sitting there in your bag, taking up valuable space and killing your shoulder because it is just so heavy. The best part? It never rains when you bring it out. Besides, it was so embarrassing when you struggle to open it, and everyone will snicker at you and say that you're the retarded one. Usually, I would just go with the flow and use my cap.

  I guess that says a lot about my character. I'm not the type to take extra precautions and I definitely never prepare for a rainy day in my life. I take whatever that's thrown at me, and yes, I may moan and brood about it sometimes, but I never mope for too long. Its just like rain, isn't it? You get drenched, but your clothes will dry eventually. So, what was the point of keeping it dry, when it will dry no matter what happens? My mother will, though, but I guess her rainy days apply to evil guys only. She has this list of what a guy should never do when he's in a girl's house, when he's talking to her, or whatever, pinned up our living room's wall, reminding me everyday that no guy should never, and never ever do that in her house. I would just sigh in exasperation when she reminds me. I mean, what kind of 'rainy' day is that?

  But that doesn't mean I like rainy days though. They're so depressing.

  "You have got to be kidding me." I stared at the sky that was swarmed with grey clouds.

  Rain droplets pelted the grey pavement, turning it into a darker shade of grey and made thumping sounds, like ants playing the drums. The trees outside the school looked hunched, like old men under the rain, trying to stay upright, but unable too because the water was too strong.

  Of all the days to rain, it had to rain when Wes was holding my poor cap hostage.

  What a joke.

  "Don't tell me you're afraid of rain." Thomas teased, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

  "I am not." I rolled my eyes. "But my hair is going to get drenched and I don't have my cap. Its going to take forever to dry and it will be all your fault." I added.

  "Mine?" Thomas feigned surprise. "Why accuse an innocent boy?"

  "You know well that Wes confiscated my cap because of what you said." I poked him in the shoulder.

  "Well," He shrugged and smirked at me. "Too bad."

  I stared at him, then turned back to the annoying weather. I should have brought an umbrella.

  "Have you ever ran in the rain before?" He asked me.

  I gave him a look that said "Duh, idiot."

  Thomas chuckled.

  I was beginning to like his- I did not think that. I so did not think that. 

  "Then, you haven't danced in the rain." He smiled.

  "Danced?" I looked at him incredulously. He didn't look like a dancer.

  "Yep. I mean," He gestured at the rain. "Isn't it better than feeling angst towards it? Why not enjoy it?"

  "You're not suppose to enjoy rain. It's depressing." I told him.