Rain 》a.i. au [SLOW UPDATES]

Prologue

As I pulled out of the Goldbridge High School student parking lot, I prayed that it would begin to rain, because it would make my Monday more bearable. Our daffodils desperately needed watering, and the grew better after raining . Plus I was running out of places for photo shoots because everything was dried out.

On my drive to work, I put my iPod on shuffle, because it was a half-hour drive there. I skipped through my first few, which happened to be classical music for studying, and landed on an older Panic! At The Disco song.

I hummed along for a bit, before becoming distracted by the light drizzle outside. I smiled because the rain gods listened to me for once. I reached for the windshield wiper button after a while and pushed it. The windshield wipers stayed in the same place. I frowned and pushed it again. And again. And again. I continued to drive, jabbing the button every now and again.

I made good time, because as I pulled up to the diner, it was raining hard and I was most definitely not getting pulled over for a fix-it ticket. I hurried in, before I got drenched because I wasn't sure how my boss would be if I worked soaking wet.

When I walked in, I saw many people inside, probably escaping from the cold outside. I quickly threw my hair up and put my apron on. I looked at some of the orders on the board that hadn't been filled yet, and there were many coffee up there. I grabbed a few mugs and a coffee pot and offered it to everyone, because almost everyone ordered it.

Time passed, many people coming in and out of the diner trying to escape the cold. As night grew nearer, less and less people came in. We were about a half hour until closing time when the door opened for the last time that night.

An older teenage boy, around my age, entered the diner, with his head hanging low, a black hoodie zipped up tightly and over his head. He looked soaking, his hair swaying as he walked forward.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" I tried to sound cheery, but I was honestly quite frightened.

He looked up, and I found that dark blood covered every part of his face under his nose, which was slightly bruised in the middle. "Do you have a bathroom?" he asked.

I walked around the counter and said, "Let me help you." I guided him to the one person bathroom in the back off the diner. He protested- "It's fine. I don't need your help. Really,"- but I made him sit on the closed toilet while I examined him.

It was old blood on his face, which would have been caked on of it wasn't for the rain. I grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and wet it with warm water. I squeezed it out, and gently started to remove some of the dark liquid. Once I got most of the blood off, which included discovering scrapes on his cheeks, his nose began to bleed again. The sticky blood ran smoothly over his lips. I grabbed some toilet paper, because I knew it would be softer, and twisted it together.

"It really don't need your help. I am capable of doing it myself," he rolled his eyes but I continued on.

"This might hurt, okay?" I said. I twisted the toilet paper up his left nostril, the one that seemed to be bleeding. I felt as if I was putting in a screw. He winced and I gave him an apologetic look.

"Just stay there for a bit. Try not to tilt your head back too much. Here," I handed him some paper towels, "use these for anything you need to cough up."

"Thank you," he said in in a much more nasally voice.

"It's fine. So, you gotta name?" I asked.

"Ashton. Ashton Irwin."

a/n: i'm really bad at this i apologize. dedication goes to floriations because she is very kind and sweet. remember to vote and give me feedback. thanks :)))))