Short Stories

A Walk in the Rain - Short Story 9

You guys really seem to like these cutesy-love stories, so here's another cute one! Please comment if you'd like more cute stories or something new.

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It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I was walking home from school, umbrella in hand. 

Ugh, why does it always have to rain when I walk home.

Most of the time, my older brother, Michael, drives me home, but today, he was sick, so I had to walk. I was 16, but my parent won't let me get my license until I "practiced more with my permit".

The rain began to come down harder. I picked up my pace as I turned a corner. My house was in sight, just two blocks down.

Suddenly, a blue pickup truck whipped around the corner I had just come from. It sped past me, rolling right through a large, muddy puddle. The water flew up into the air; it landed right on me.

I gasped as icy water drenched me. I pushed my sopping hair out of my face. I threw my backpack and umbrella to the ground, shivering.

"Oh my God," someone ran up beside me," are you ok?"

I looked up; a boy who looked about my age, 16, was standing in front of me, holding his own umbrella. I guessed he was the owner of the blue truck because it was parked further down the street, the driver's door wide open.

"Well, I'm completely soaked with freezing, muddy water! Why don't you watch where you're driving, idiot!" I snapped. I picked up my own backpack and umbrella and began trudging home, still shivering.

"Hey, hey, hey," the boy said, walking next to me, "I'm not going to let you walk home wet in the rain. Here, take off your raincoat and put this on."

He unzipped the red jacket he was wearing. He held his umbrella over me as I reluctantly took off my own wet jacket and put his on. 

"Where's your house?" he asked, "I'll walk you home."

"I can walk home myself. You're not my servant," I said through shivers.

"Come on princess, where's your house?" he asked, grinning with a sparkle in his blue eyes.

"It's the brick one with two chairs on the front porch," I pointed to it, giving in.

"Let's go," he said. The boy took my backpack and gave me his umbrella. He was still smiling.

"What's so funny?" I grumbled. The boy shrugged; his brown hair flopped in front of his eyes.

We walked in silence for a little while.

"So," he said, "what's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?" I snarled.

"I just do," he said, "so what is it?"

"Brianna."

"Nice to meet you, Princess Brianna," the boy said, with a terrible British accent, "I'm Bennet."

I rolled my eyes and walked faster.

"Ok, ok," Bennet said, speeding up to me, "I won't do that again."

After another few minutes of silence, we reached my house.

"Thanks," I said, grumpily.

"No problem," Bennet said, smiling again, "it was nice to meet you, princess." 

He bowed.

What a dork, I thought as I laughed and went inside.

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Writer's note:

I hope you liked this bonus story!

This is part of the first chapter for a potential new story I'm working on. I haven't edited it much, so this is the raw draft.

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