Split Personality

It's a Good Day to Play in the Rain

here we go! hope you enjoy this! 

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Pink's POV:

It's Friday, February 21. It's officially been over ten days of me being back. What a ten days it's been.

I'm going to go to someone else on the 29. Eight more days. Only eight. I wonder where I'm going next. It didn't seem like anyone really knew.

I am wearing my old clothes for the last time. We were taking a break from organizing the library which usually takes place on the beach. But it started to rain so now we're sitting on the porch.

I don't mind the rain and actually like being in it so this kind of sucked for me. We were eating some sandwiches and they were having tea and I stuck with water.

I finished before them. (They are super slow eaters) I started to watch the rain as it got harder and harder. The rain soon made a silver sheet as it spilled down from the sky. The water drops beat onto the ground hitting all different surfaces making a beautiful melody.

"Third?" I hear from behind me. "Yes?" I say as I turn. "Is there something wrong?" Britain asked. "No, why?" I say in response. "You were staring longingly into the rain." He said. "I just like the rain. It's my favorite type of weather" I say.

"Really? How come?" he asked. "The main reason is stupid but i can say it looks pretty and is relaxing to look at and hear." I say. "It's not stupid. It's just your opinion." Britain says. "And the difference is?" I say in response. England stifles a laugh and I smile. "England! You're not helping!" Britain says.

"Looks to me the boy doesn't need any help. He's got it all figured out." England says with a smile. "Yeah, I know exactly where I stand and my words lie." I say. "Sorry, did you say something?" England said with a smile. We both stare at each other for a second then start to laugh. This was nice.

"Are you two making jokes about how Third thinks he doesn't matter?!" Britain asks. "Yes? I don't see the problem." England replied. "Here here!" I say. Best conversation you've been a part of for a while now.

Britain sighs. "Back to the point, what is the main reason you like the rain?" Britain said. "To me personally, it represents something new. When it rains hard, the rain washes away everything. The dirt, the gunk, and the bad things and the next day it is new. A fresh start. Nothing bad. Not pure, but it's harder to see the impurities as they are not so prominent. It gives a place, an object, a person a new start. A new chance. A new chance to prove itself." I say. They just stare at me.

"Told you it was dumb." I say, getting self conscious again. "No it's not. I was just not expecting such a thorough answer. You rarely do that." Britain said. I just smiled nervously and looked at the ground. Then I look at the rain again.

I hear the front door open and I turn. Britain went inside. He came out a second later with an umbrella. He opened it and walked into the rain. "Are you coming?" Britain asked, looking at me. I immediately hop off the porch and into the rain. It felt nice.

"Do you want the umbrella?" Britain asked as he started to walk away. "No thanks, I'm good." I say as I continue to walk, letting the rain hit me and soak my clothes.

We walked for a while before we stopped. We were in the forest but not deep. It was a gazebo looking structure. Britain went and sat down on one of the benches in the structure to better stay dry. I was already soaked so I didn't see a point and started to explore.

Third Person's POV:

Now while little to nothing is going on I thought now would be a good time to interrupt. This is important to understand the next few chapters. He is wearing a white button up shirt. Has your family ever told you to never wear white in the rain?

The reason they tell you this is because when white fabric gets wet it turns translucent making it so you can easily see things under it. Now our main character is in the rain, completely soaked.

That shirt is hiding nothing. His red skin shows pink through the white fabric glued to his skin and Britain was expecting that. What he wasn't expecting was the large dark grey spot on his back, indicating there was something black on his back.

Now that I have explained this, back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Britain's POV:

I sat down on one of the three benches in the gazebo. As I expected, Third did not follow me. I managed to stay almost completely dry while he was completely soaked but he didn't seem to care.

I just sat and kept an eye on him. He was just wandering around looking at the bushes and the trees. Kicking around the puddles and tossing rocks into deeper puddles making small splashes.

But as he had his back turned I could see a dark spot. His skin showed through his shirt as a pink tone but in a large area covering the majority of his back it was dark grey. I blinked to see if it was just my eyes but it wasn't.

He's hiding something. I thought he was just being self conscience at his appointment but that isn't so. I don't want to ask him directly yet. Maybe I can message JE and she can tell. It might just be a birthmark or something. I don't want to overreact.

Pull out my phone and message her. 'Hello, I have a question about your friend. Does he have a mark or something of that nature on his back?' I said. A minute later I got a message back. 'I wouldn't know. I have never seen him without some sort of clothing covering him head to toe. I tried asking why he does these things once. He doesn't like talking about it. You can take a shot if you want but don't expect answers.' she replied.

I take a breath. 'Thank you anyways. I hope you have a dandy afternoon.' I say. 'To you as well,' she responded. I put my phone back in my pocket and looked at him again. He was looking at the flowers again.

What to do. And how to say it. Let's hope I've gained some sort of trust. 

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anyways, toodaloo, 

-Grilly