One Shot Book (Danti/Septiplier)

Puddles

~ Septiplier One Shot ~

459 Words

After school, two high school boys walk on opposite sides of the street, catching each other's eyes as they splash and stomp through puddles...

Third Person POV:

The gentle pitter-patter of water from the sky filled the world. Birds hid in trees, keeping warm and dry within nature's arms. It seemed the sky was hiding as it was masked with grey clouds. Everything seemed gloomy, not a person in sight except for two boys who were making their way home from the nearby high school.

Yellow rain boots hugged the feet of an Irish teenage male. His jacket was black, drape over his shoulders to keep him dry as he marched through the rain. The other boy was wearing slightly similar attire, a dark blue jacket and black rubber boots. Both seemed unaware of the other's presence, too focused on their thoughts. That is, until the Irishman came to a puddle.

At school he kept to himself. He was a quiet boy, working hard on his studies and getting through the day. But, he was quite childish at home, enjoying goofing around and making big messes. So, upon seeing a big puddle in his path, he stepped back a bit...then he ran full speed, jumped, and landed with a big splash. Mark, the other male, was startled but quite amused at the sight.

Another puddle, another loud splash or water sloshing around in all sorts of directions. Yellow boots kept meeting water making Jack, the boy wearing them, let out a giggle. Oh, and this giggle? It made Mark's heart skip a beat.

A puddle appeared in Mark's path and, with a glance at the other boy and a smile, he jumped into it and splashed around for a bit, chuckling. He caught Jack's attention, both males smiling gleefully. They began running on their side's of the street, jumping into ever puddle that dare cross their paths. Giggles and laughs mixed with wind and rain sounds, beautiful music to anyone who was listening.

But, then there was a fork in the road, and each boy began turning in opposite directions. They stopped once they noticed they were parting ways. A silent "farewell."

The next morning the rain was heavier, hitting the world with more force and passion. Mark walked to school, an umbrella in hand, shielding him from the sky's tears. He reached a fork in the road and smiled as his eyes met a pair of baby blue ones. With a smile, he crossed over and walked aside Jack. A red umbrella protected the two as they walked to school, hopping in puddles as they went.

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(A/N): i dunno. i like rain and love is cool too. love you guys(: