Silence is Golden

Chapter 32: April 2011

I walked to Rain's house, kind of embarrassing because of my lack of a driver's licence. Once I got there, I rang the doorbell, waiting in the chilling night air. Wearing only a thin blazer and a dress suit, I instantly regretted my decisions.

The door opened, revealing Rain. Which was a good thing, I don't know what I would do if her parents opened the door.

"Hi Aiden, just a sec," she left the door opened as she bolted up the stairs into what seemed like her room.

This gave me a chance to peek into her house for the first time. She seemed to be the only one home. A family portrait hung over the fireplace. Rain looked just a bit younger, probably sophomore year. Her parents stood on either side of her. In front, she held a child, no more than two years old. It must have been her younger sister that she had never mentioned to me. And she seemed to have... hands for feet.

I heard Rain run down the stairs again, this time in heels.

Ready?

"Come on, let's take my motorcycle."

She dragged me to her bike, tossing me a helmet while strapping one on herself. She straddled herself onto the bike.

"Hop on," she ordered.

I did, and we zoomed into the night.

We raced through the empty neighborhood, into the big roads and past the school. Music momentarily blasted in our ears as be rushed past. My face felt like it was being ripped off my the wind but it was exciting as hell. Nothing in this world compared to the thrill of riding a bodiless vehicle at sixty miles per hour. She headed towards downtown, where the lights were.

Next thing I remember, we were, hand in hand, walking through the busy sidewalks, store lights brightening up the roads. Our first stop was a corn stand, which I thought was very odd. She handed me something wrapped in aluminum foil the size of a fat hot dog.

"Trust me when I say this is good," she said as she unwrapped hers, reveling the yellowest corn on a cob ever.

Turns out it was steamed instead of grilled (which I assumed at first glance) bringing out the flavors just so much more. I happily munched on my juicy corn as we strolled down the street. There was another set up not far from the corn place, allowing you to catch actual goldfish.

"Hold this for me," Rain shoved me her half eaten corn before handing the old man with a missing front tooth her money.

We ended up with two new members on our night adventure. She had plopped the bag into my hands, the two fish swimming around in what seemed like sheer panic. One of them looked at me for a brief second and I swore it said to me, 'Now what?'

"This one I'm calling Dean. And this other one," she pointed at the larger one, smiling, "I'm thinking of calling Sam. Whatcha think?"

I gave her a thumbs up.

We passed an asian bread store before she dragged me back so suddenly, I almost lost the Winchesters. Inside the bread shop, the smell hit me, making me instantly drool, stomach growling. I had no idea how hungry I was. She lead me through the shelves of fresh bread, pointing nearly all of them out, saying good words about them. That made it impossible for me to choose.

I ended up with the pineapple bun, pineapple being my favorite fruit ever, and boba (who leaves an asian food store without boba?). Turns out, the bun didn't have pineapple in it; it was just shaped like a pineapple. It was still the most amazing bread I've ever tasted.