How is Rain Like Love? || Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

I wiped the drops of water off of my face and observed them on my palm. I knew the bus would arrive soon, after all it was only fifteen minutes late in the rain. With a sigh I looked around, watching the cars drive by and the rain pouring from the sky. The bus was soon in sight, and I waited for it to pull up next to me. The doors opened and I stepped in, graciously taking a seat in the dry bus. The rain felt nice, though. I always loved the rain, whether being in it or looking at it. I looked out the window as the bus drove away and noticed someone running towards the bus. I looked more closely at the person, knowing that they were too far away to catch the bus now. I looked to the bus driver, who hadn't noticed a thing and was already preparing to drive off.
I felt bad, I mean.... I don't know the person.. But he looks pretty desperate to get on the bus...
The bus began to drive and I watched the figure move closer.
I shook my head slightly and stood up,
"Um, sir. Could we please stop? Someone really wants to get on the bus." I said, pointing backwards.
Surprisingly, the bus driver complied and I saw the person run to the bus, almost passing it now that we had stopped. The driver opened the doors and allowed the guy to step inside.
He had green hair that was plastered to his face from the rain, and pale skin. The raindrops slowly dripped from his hair and his Metallica shirt. He walked into the bus isle still out of breath from running and sat on a random seat, which happened to be next to mine. I thanked the bus driver and walked to my seat.
"Are you alright?" I asked, laughing.
He looked up at me and sighed.
"Yeah. Just... Running." He finished, looking done with his life. "I'm too lazy for that shit."
I laughed once more and pat his shoulder.
"I relate." I replied, and he allowed me to sit next to him in my seat.
I was looking out the window when I heard his voice.
"So. Why'd you stop the bus for me?" He asked curiously.
"I felt bad, you being out in the rain and all."
"Ah. I see. Well...thanks. You know, I didn't expect to meet such a pretty girl on the bus today."
I looked at him, a slight blush on my cheeks from the compliment.
"Well then I suppose you thought wrong." I laughed, looking in his direction and making the ugliest face I could manage.
"I'm so cute right?" I asked.
He faked a surprised face and pointed at me. "Hey you look just like me!" He yelled.
I punched his arm softly.
"Oh shut up, your not ugly." I said, looking at him. I had to admit he was cute. But.. I'm not going to to say that after I just met this guy.
"Aww, you think I'm attractive?" He asked, smirking at me.
"Maybe." I teased, looking out the window again.
He laughed and I looked back to him.
I like this guy, he's cool.
"So what's your name?" He asked.
"Riley Moore, what's yours?"
"Oh, getting fancy with last names and everything I see." He teased.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Michael Clifford." He said, looking at me.
"Like.. The big red dog?" I laughed.
"Oh shut up." He sighed and smiled. He had a cute smile...
"Riley. I like that name." He said after a few seconds of silence.
"Thanks."
We both looked out the window and I watched the rain peacefully. Michael did so as well, and soon we were both just observing the world outside of the window. After a while of silence Michael spoke, still looking out of the window.
"I have a question."
"Shoot." I replied
"What's your favorite band?"
"Too many to count!" I replied shamelessly.
"Alright alright, top five?"
"Hmm... I'll say Metallica, All Time Low, All American Rejects... And Green Day."
"Wow... Congratulations, you just made me like you even more!" He said, smiling.
I blushed slightly and continued.
"And you?"
"Same thing, but way more fucking bands than that."
"Same here!"
My bus stop was coming soon, and no one else had gotten on the bus.
The rain was still pouring and I almost didn't want to get off, just drive for a while longer and talk with Michael. He's pretty cool.
But then again, home and food sounded just as nice. My stop was in sight and I grabbed my bags.
"Hey! Before you go, can I see your phone?"
"Sure what for?"
"I need to fix it."
I looked at him, confused.
"Oh? And what's wrong with it?" I replied, kind of confused.
"It's missing my number." He replied calmly, typing in his information. He handed the phone back and I gave him a look of surprise.
The bus stopped and I stood up with my things.
I turned to Michael at the door.
"Smooth, Clifford, smooth." I saw him smile at me before I stepped off of the bus and began walking home.