Boys Are Dogs

Chapter 11 - Collin POV

A/N - Once again, this chapter is 100% unedited so sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

I lay in bed, staring up at nothing in particular. The patterns on my ceiling used to help me get to sleep but tonight they were doing nothing for my cause. My minds was too riddled with thoughts of Derek to even worry about anything else. He had seemed a little off lately, and the dark bags beneath his eyes were becoming more and more prominent with each passing day. I was starting to become really worried about him. I cared about him too much to not worry.

I got up from my bed and opened my window. My room was getting stuffy, and I was becoming more and more restless by the second.

Leaning out the now open window, I breathed in a breath of the cool night air. I could smell an oncoming storm in the breeze.

"Lucky for me," I thought as I pulled on sweatpants over my boxers and shoes over my feet. The park was the only place I thought I could get some time to relax without waking anyone up. I grabbed my earbuds, my phone, and my keys and quietly made my way downstairs.

I was about to leave the house when I was startled by a noise behind me. I whipped around, expecting to be reprimanded for sneaking out, but was only greeted by my father's soft snores coming from him, his body slouched over in the armchair. He had probably fallen asleep watching TV.

I closed the door as quietly as possible as I exited the house. I hopped in my car, making sure to not slam the door shut so I wouldn't wake anyone. The park was nearby so it wouldn't take long to get there.

I stuck my earbuds into my ears and began to blast music through them.

"You're no good for me, baby you're no good for me."

Lana Del Rey's sweet voice filled my ears as I drove, unintentionally making me think of Derek. I'd have to ask him about what was going on tomorrow at school.

I pulled up to the park and parked. Without my headlights lighting it up, the park looked somewhat eerie, and I got the feeling that I wasn't the only one here. But who would be here at this ungodly hour? My brain was probably just making things up.

I stepped out of the car, nerves on edge. I couldn't quit thinking that I wasn't the only one here. I slowly walked over to my usual spot by the fence and sat down. My earbuds were still in my ears, but no sound was coming out of them. I leaned against the fence, willing myself to calm down. I was the only one here. It was three in the morning for gods sake.

My nerves finally settled a bit, and I opened my phone to turn my music back on.

"I love everything you do when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do"

I nestled my head against the fence and looked up at the sky. The storm I had smelled coming on was closer that ever; not even the moon was visible behind the thick cluster of storm clouds that were rolling in from the mountains. I closed my eyes and just as I did, the first drops started falling. I wasn't bothered by it in the least.

*(hit play)*

It started as a light drizzle, a few drops striking my skin every few seconds, but slowly became much more, advancing from a soft pattering of drops to pouring rain. I took in every second of it and relished the sensation of the cool drops falling on my skin. It didn't take long for my clothes to get covered in the rain either.

I considered going home but saw no sense in it, as I was already drenched.

I took out my earbuds and leaned my head against the fence once more, closing my eyes in the process. I listened to the sound of the rain hitting the asphalt of the parking lot and the softer sound of the grass and trees around me getting wet.

My temporary paradise was interrupted when I heard rustling coming from nearby. I saw a lumpy figure dart across the park and into a car that I hadn't noticed when I pulled in. My suspicions about not being alone were obviously not as stupid as I thought they were.

I watched the figure get into the car after throwing what looked to be soaked blankets into the backseat. The person, oddly enough, didn't go anywhere, but instead stayed in the car. The protection of the rain must have felt nice.

Even though I loved the rain, my body was starting to become numb from the icy drops falling from above. I decided it was safe to cross to my car without being seen by the unknown person. I speed-walked to my car, and got in. I stuck my key into the ignition, and turned it. The engine turned, but didn't start. I repeated the process a couple more times, to no avail.

I stepped out of the car, and lifted the hood to check what was wrong. I couldn't find the problem. I slammed on the hood in frustration, having forgot that I was trying to be stealthy around the unknown stranger. I took some deep breaths and tried again. I found the problem this time around. It was a simple thing that I should've noticed the first time I checked.

I sat down on the sidewalk and groaned in anger.

I mentally reprimanded myself. There was no good reason to explain why I just got so angry so fast. I blamed it on my nerves, but I knew deep inside me that it was something else.

I was too absorbed in my self pity to notice the sound of footsteps approaching, splashing in the puddles forming on the ground. A tap on the shoulder from the person shook me out of my odd state. One look at who it was made my anger vanish completely.

"Derek?"