The Boy Who Couldn't Sit Still

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I sigh to myself as I walk to my car. Athena cancelled because she got food poisoning. I was really looking forward to going to the mall even if I don't really like leaving the house. What makes this worse is that it's pouring out and my car is parked across the parking lot.

I run as fast as I can to my car trying not to get anything too wet. When I get to my car I hop inside turning on the heat. As much as I tried I am pretty much soaked. I grab one of the towels I threw in the backseat this morning to wipe my face and ring out my hair.

Without another thought I throw the towel into the passenger seat before driving off of canvas. The radio turns on with the engine letting me hum to random songs. I'm not sure how I know the words to these songs but it's fun to sing to them.

About five minutes into my drive home I notice some guy walking in the pouring rain. What a weirdo. He could get sick. When I get closer I realize the weirdo has light blue hair and looks exactly like Flynn. My natural will to not stop the car is overruled by my guilt.

The window rolls down as I drive right up to where he's walking. He tries to ignore me which is honestly the smart thing to do. It's pouring and he probably thinks I'm some crazy rapist trying to kidnap him.

"Flynn!" I yell trying to get his attention before the rain soaks my car. "Flynn! Get in before you get sick!"

He stops and looks at me. Oh my his shirt is see through. His six pack is shining right through. God stop checking him out. His eyes widen when he realized who's driving the car that pulled up beside him of the checking him out thing but I'm not entirely sure if he saw that. He must think I'm crazy for this. He's the crazy one. Why is he walking in the rain anyways?

"Lily? What are you doing?" He questions his head practically in the car window.

"Trying to be nice," I answer like it's obvious. "Get in before I change my mind."

"Thank you," he says getting into the passenger seat. Once he buckles I start driving. Good thing I threw the towel on his seat. He's dripping wet. I grab the second towel in the back and throw it at him. "Why do you have towels?"

"Because I knew it was going to rain," I answer simply. "Where do you live?"

"Melody street," he answers and I nod knowing exactly where that is.

It gets really quiet between us. The only sound is the rain hitting my car and the radio. This is so awkward. In the corner of my eye I notice him shiver as he wipes the water off of his arms. Does he even have a jacket? I reach over and turn up the heat without a second thought.

"Why where you walking in the pouring rain?" I ask really wanting to know the answer.

"Simple, I've gotten into too many accidents and my parents think it would just be easier and safer if I didn't drive plus I have no clue what bus I would be on," he admits.

"Accidents? Do you not focus on the road either?" I scoff and he scratches his neck awkwardly.

"A little," he confesses ringing out his hair with the towel I gave him. "I didn't know you gave people you hated rides home."

"I never said I hated you," I scoff, "plus it's pouring and only 40 degrees out. You would've gotten sick."

"Awe!! You care about my health," Flynn coes nudging my elbow a bit.

"No, I care about mine. If you're sick and come into school I'll have to be in a room with you for more than two hours with your germs floating in the air," I defend my motives.

"Sure," he says sarcastically.

"Just shut up," I mumble reaching over and turning up the radio a bit to drown out Flynn.