It Was Fate (A McPriceley Fanfiction) {Book 1}

Chapter 1: Kevin Price Hates The Rain

Rain. It was raining. It had been raining for hours. And that's all that had been on Kevin Price's mind. Rain, rain, and more rain. He was so sick and tired of rain!

It was April in Uganda. And April in Kitguli, Uganda meant more rain than usual. And it was horrible. Kevin wanted nothing more than to be on the sunny beaches of Orlando, Florida right now, and away from the rain.

Honestly, he hated a lot of things about being in Uganda when he first started his mission here. Most of them went away after he, and the rest of District 9, were excommunicated from the church, and he started to become closer to the residents of Kitguli, and appreciate being here a lot more. But there was still one thing he couldn't stand...

Rain.

"Hey, best friend," a voice popped up from behind him, almost causing Kevin to jump out of his chair from being startled, "are you doing okay? You've been staring out that window for a while, now. Is everything alright?"

Kevin spun around in his dinky wooden chair (gifted by one of the local Ugandan residents), facing the source of the startling voice. A stout young man, with short, curly, black hair, wearing a similar uniform to him, stood in the doorway. Recognizing it as his mission companion, Arnold Cunningham, (he should've figured from the unique voice, and having been called 'best friend') he gave a small shake of his head. Kevin stood, dusting off his black pants with his hands.

"Yes, Arnold, I'm fine," Kevin dismissed his companion, standing up, and making his way towards the hallway outside their shared room.

He only made it about three feet out the door, when he heard Arnold following behind him. When he arrived in the mission hut's living room, he spun around to be faced with a concerned Arnold, rubbing his hands together. Crossing his arms as he glared down at his companion, Kevin watched as Arnold refused to meet his gaze, looking rather guilty.

"Why are you following me, exactly?"

"Because you don't sound fine, Kevin," Arnold pouted his lip, crossing his arms as well. "What's wrong? You can tell me! I'm your best friend..."

"It's honestly nothing! I'm just sick of the rain, is all!" Kevin admitted, pointing out the nearest window, coated in beads of rain. "It's always raining. There's like five dry seasons, and three of them still rain some! I hate rain!"

Arnold nodded along, staring out the window for a moment. "Aw, come on. Rain isn't that bad. At least there's no lions outside."

"Honestly, I'd prefer the lions over this crap!" Kevin groaned, letting out a small 'huff'.

"Aw, looks like someone's a bit grumpy today, and is in need of a hug from his best friend in the whole wide world," Arnold outstretched his arms, gesturing Kevin into a hug. When the latter didn't move, Arnold took matters into his own hands, by pulling Kevin into a hug, and squeezing him tightly.

Deciding it was best not to fight against it (and though Kevin wouldn't admit it, he was actually comforted by Arnold being there for him), Kevin lightly hugged him back, before growing a bit annoyed that his companion was showing no signs of letting him go anytime soon. And, it didn't help that Kevin started to feel like he was losing air, from being held onto so tightly. The pair was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind them.

"Um, Elder Cunningham?"

After finally being let loose of Arnold's tight hold on him, Kevin glanced over his shoulder, behind him. There was a young, ginger man, standing there almost impatiently. His sapphire blue eyes scanning between the two of them. Recognizing the young man as their District Leader, Elder McKinley, the two gave him their full attention.