Blackout. [COMPLETED]

Rain.

Rain slashed down on me in icy sheets as I pedalled through the city on a bike I'd "borrowed". The fast tires turned the sheen of water on the tarmac into a fine mist around me and I leant into the wind in an attempt not to skid and fall over. I was supposed to meet David at the pizza restaurant. Needless to say, I was running late. Very late. Approximately 2 hours late. Knowing David, I'd walk into the restaurant and he'd look up, make a sarcastic remark and then forgive me immediately, but I couldn't help feeling awful. 

I took a sharp turn around a corner into an alley and slammed on the breaks before nearly crashing through a group of young men. They turned slowly to look at me, and then began to walk over. Wet locks of my hair hung over my face and I was panting, completely out of breath. 

"I'm sorry," I said, taking gulps of the icy air. "I didn't mean to. I mean, I didn't know you were here." I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to get it out of my face.

"Maybe you should stay," a broad shouldered man suggested, wrapping both his hands around the handle of my bike and standing directly in front of me. He smirked, looking me up and down. His hair was dripping little rivulets of water down across his cheeks, and it looked as if he were crying.

"Yeah, stay," the other men chanted in unison. A short, stocky man rolled up his sleeves beside me.

"I have somewhere to be," I replied desperately, looking at the faces of all the men around me, and then resting my gaze on the one that had my handlebars in his grasp. There was a familiar huskiness to his voice as he laughed at my response.

"Wait, I recognise you," I muttered. He raised his eyebrow. "You were at David's party on Saturday."

"Uh, yeah, were you there?" he replied, his smile fading, dropping the handle bars. I nodded.

"I live with him."

"Oh, cool, yeah. I'll see you round, then. Sorry to stop you," he mumbled, moving out of the way and running his fingers through his short black hair. I smiled and thanked him, before pedalling away as fast as I could. I could hear him being mocked and teased in the distance, but I didn't slow down. I could see the pizza place in the distance. The trees that lined the roads were dark and swollen from the rain. I saw an old man outside his home attempting to water his flowers, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"I'm sure they're wet enough," I heard his wife say to him as I passed their house. 

I approached the pizza place and jumped off of the bike, almost tripping and falling face-first into a puddle.

"I'm so sorry," I yelled, exasperated, stumbling through the front door of the restaurant. I'd left the bike on its side in the rain in a failed attempt to quickly prop it up against the window. David looked over at me and rolled his eyes, pointing at the seat opposite him. I walked over, muttering apologies to the families I'd disturbed during my entrance.

"Fashionably late?" he grunted as I sat down, noticing my sodden and almost see-through clothing. I grabbed the large glass of water that was waiting for me and raised it to my lips, droplets of icy condensation running down my fingers. I was still out of breath and my throat was sore from all the panting.

"I'm really sorry," I said again, putting the glass back on the table. "Your friend was in an alleyway and I think we was going to kill me."

David looked at me with a concerned look in his eye, before taking a deep breath and letting out a small laugh.

"I'm just glad you're here," he said, holding my hand over the table like he did the first time we came here. Apart from the general hum of conversation in the room and the noise of raindrops on the roof, me and Daniel sat in silence for a while, collecting our thoughts. We were both thinking about the same thing. After a while, I broke the silence.