miracle [N. SEBASTIAN]

"don't tell me you need saving again."

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I pull into the parking lot of the convenience store. I grab my phone, wallet and keys before stepping out in the rain.

it doesn't rain in California much, but I guess tonight it's gonna pour and I don't have a jacket or an umbrella.

my once dry clothes now lightly stick to my body, and my hair to my face as I rush into the convenience store. the second I walk in, I notice a familiar someone near the back of the store.

knowing he didn't see me walk in, I let out a sigh and go to find a drink. my shoes squeak on the tiled floor, almost slipping a few times until all the water comes off the bottom.

I stand in front of the fridge trying to figure out what drink I want, deciding on a coke, I grab it and go to the counter.

I watch my feet as I walk, scared to slip.

I hand the cashier my drink and pay for it before walking out.

"hey."

"holy shit Noah!" I almost scream as my heartbeat accelerates.

"sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, just wanted to say 'hey'."

"it's fine and hey."

we're both under the awning of the building, hidden from the rain.

"just get off work?"

"yeah, I got thirsty so I stopped by. what are you doing out here? don't tell me you need saving again."

"no, no need of assistance Superman. I'm actually with Jolly. he's asleep in the car, I needed gas and decided to grab something before I left."

I nod my head and look out to the falling rain.

"do you have a jacket?"

"hmm?" I look back to him not hearing him correctly.

"do you have a jacket?" he asks again.

"oh, no. but it's okay." I give him a small smile.

"here, you can take mine. I have an extra in the car."

before I could object, he already has it off and is holding it out towards me.

I sigh appreciatively and take the hoodie, "thank you."

"it's not a problem at all."

the hoodie was warm unlike my damp clothes. I stand there awkwardly in his hoodie in silence.

"well I should probably go," he says. "drive home safe."

"uh yeah, you do the same. bye Noah."

"bye Kennedy."

I'm the first to turn and walk away, my pace cautious and quick.

I look over my shoulder to see him walking to his car as well and that's when I no longer feel my feet on the ground.

I let out a high pitched scream as my ass lands in a freezing puddle, completely soaking me.

"god damnit!"

I hear the sound of footsteps and then I'm being helped up off the ground.

"you sure you aren't the one needing saving tonight?" he asks with humor in his tone.

when I don't answer he asks another question. "are you okay?"

"yeah, just clumsy is all." hurt physically? no. mentally? completely. my ego? demolished.

"do you need help with anything? I might have some spare clothes in my trunk, if you'd like?" he offers.

although this could be a very kind gesture, I barely know him. and I'd rather sit in the car heading home with a wet ass than kidnapped with a wet ass.

immediately declining, "uh no, it's okay."

"you sure? it's an hour drive back."

"yeah I'm fine Noah, thank you though. I better go before anything else happens. thanks again for the hoodie, even though it's soaked now."

"uh yeah, no problem."

and with that I walk to my car, practically taking big baby steps. I don't look in Noah's direction until I'm in the car. he's standing in the same spot, I assume to make sure I got to my car, and then he turns to head back to his car.

I watch him get in, I can't see in the car but I don't think he's making his move to leave just yet.

I get a gut feeling around him, and it's never a bad one so why am I trying to scare myself? these are all coincidences, right?

I feel like if they weren't, my gut would tell me.

my head and my heart are telling me two different things but my gut tells me the truth. it would, right?

"gross." I grimace when I try to slightly move back in the seat and my wet clothes stick to my skin.

I put the key in the ignition and turn the heater on. when I look out the window in the direction of Noah's car, it's no longer there. I let out a sigh and begin my long and uncomfortable journey home.