First Chapter

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by maymrmto

by maymrmto

Pluviophile

First Chapter

"C'mon Heath! Just live a little while!" Charl laughed as he tried to pull his roommate from his seat.

"Bro, I'm living by not drinking-" Heath tried to wiggle his hand from the Charl's strong grip."and I'd want to live another day if you don't mind!" Heath finally took all of his force to push away his drunk room mate.

"Suit yourself!" Charl left his friend while giggling away
Heatg looked down at the red cup in his hand, which was actually water. He didn't want to risk his Harvard Scholarship dream being taken away because he got caught by the police, driving drunk all because of his roommate, not like the school's principal was gonna believe in his excuse anyway.

"Heey~"A girl with a glass of who-knows-what stumbled on him spilling the liquid on his shirt." You wanna dance with me~" Her other hand was tracing circles on his chest.

She did a somewhat epic fail of seducing . . .

Heath who was on the other hand annoyed by her presence, pushed her away (gently, of course) and went out of the club. He was tired of this thing they call clubbing, they should call this rioting. He softly laughed at his inside joke then shook his head. Weirdo, alert. He walked to the parking lot and opened his car. Perhaps, he needed some fresh air so he started the engine in the car and drove away, wherever the wheel took him.

He stared out the glass into the dreary scene. Faint splattering sounds came from outside, hissing as lightning struck the sky. He could hear the wind tugging at the trees, and small droplets of water left trails as they rolled down the dark glass. A large boom echoed into the far away mountains, and couldn't help but feel the rumble of the clap, and the beautiful harmonies the rain tapped the pane. The thrill of a thunderstorm, like some primal instinct coming to tell him to run far away from this mighty storm. Never the less, he still drove. He looked at the time on his watch, 2:00 A.M. Dusk was falling rapidly, the last time he checked before entering the club it was 9:00 P.M, just past his bed time. While still driving he caught sight of a figure.

'Holy fvck! Sadako came back from the well!', Heath mumbled against his breath when he widened his eyes at the figure. As a fan of horror movies, the conclusion jumped inside his brain. He didn't know if it was real or just a figment of his imagination so he slowed down his car and took a good look.

A white spaghetti strapped soaked dress that ended to her knees and her damp jet black hair cascading down her shoulder. Her pail snow-white skin, glistened over the moonlight. She does resemble Sadako, especially with her head down like that. Suddenly, Sadako-girl fell down which earned Sehun to stop. He hesitated whether to help Sadako-girl or either pass-by her but raised by a noble family, he decided to help her. He halted his car just infront of Sadako-girl and opened his car door just to be welcomed by a heavy rain.

Dark and daunting clouds moved across the sky. He quickly placed both of his hands as an umbrella, realizing it was futile he took it away and went towards Sadako-girl.

"Hey! Are you okay!?" He nudged both of her shoulders, trying to make her speak or something.

"Can you talk!?" He shouted over the heavy rain, he wasn't sure if she could hear him or not because the dominating rain falls down harder and harder. His back was getting painful of the rain, hitting him with unnecessary force so he decided to bring Sadako-girl to his car. As he started the engine, he looked at Sadako-girl her head was leaning on the car window which made Sehun to take a quick glance to her face. She was really pretty but her lips were pale. Then he noticed something to her, she was shivering! For goodness' sake, of course she was! It was a heavy rain, and with her small and thin clothing it was surely cold. He turned on the heater to high supposedly making her warmer.

'How do I do this shit?', Heath thought when he looked at Sadako-girl in his arms and shifted to the keys on his arm which he swiftly took out from his pocket just awhile ago. 'Should I place her down, open the door then take her in? Or should I open the door with her in my arms?' He was really confused. So he decided to open the door with the girl in his arms. She was light, surprisingly light like a feather. He connected the keys, he held on his hand, to the door knob and with one motion it was unlocked. He held Sadako-girl gently in his arms as he walked inside his apartment then towards his bedroom.

There was nothing wrong with a boy bringing a girl in his bedroom right?

Of course not! But if you saw her lying on the road unconcious, and you brought her to your apartment with no intention of harm but only help, then no, nothing's totally wrong with that.

Suddenly the girl shaked uncontrollably, again. It was probably her clothes and then it actually was. . . a wet, damped and soaked thin layered dress. She, definitely, really needed a change of clothes but who would change her? He couldn't just invite his neighbor and say 'Oh hey! I just needed you to change her clothing because I couldn't afford to do it myself! Oh her? I just found her on the street lying around! I decided to be a gentleman and take her in'

He couldn't just change her himself but then . . . he had no other choice, did he?

'This must be her head, Aha! It is!', Sehun mumbled as he kept on looking for her body parts. He was wearing a mask. The kind of mask where in you use it when you want to sleep in broad daylight, yes, those kind of masks. About what seemed like endless hours, which actually was only 30 minutes, Sehun finally tore the mask off. He looked at Sadako-girl in a white oversized shirt and his boxers. Much to his luck, he didn't touch any private and personal spaces. Sehun patted himself in the shoulder to reward himself with his own accomplishment.

'Dressing up an unconcious girl while wearing a sleeping mask' accomplishment alright.

He looked at the time on his watch, it was 5:00 o' clock in the morning! 'Time does fly fast!', Heath thought.

Yes, it does, especially when you're taking in an innocent girl in your apartment.

He felt cold, it was really expected when you stand in the rain for too long. So he went to the bathroom, turned up the bathtub, tore off his clothes and took his sweet time in the hot bath.