Tree

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This may or may not be a sander sides oneshot in a aesthetic book im sorry but it seemed like a good idea in my head-

It was a normal day at Kings College, young adults attending their classes and feeding their coffee addiction. Wandering around trying to kill time before the dreadful first day of second semester starts.

It was a cloudy day, everything seemed dark and blue. The clouds heavy with rain and about to pour down any second. Wetting the heads of many student's so they have yet another thing to complain about besides lack of sleep.

But to a certain someone, this day was perfect.

No sun to burn his pale skin, and nice cool air with the smell of rain.

He was perched in a oak tree in the middle of campus, blending in with the leaves with his purple and black patched hoodie.

Swinging his legs, black pants with slight tears showing some pale skin.

What a nice atmosphere, so calming. Hope it rains, that'll be awesome. Everyone will leave and it'll be just me. All alone with no one to bother me.

Like any one does anyways..

His thoughts were interrupted when a rain drop plopped down onto his black jeans. Then multiple started to fall, and then a down pour. He looked around and smirked as everyone hurried away.

There he sat in the tree, rain soaking everything including him.

He could care less, the rain was wonderful in his mind.

People hated the little things, like simple plops of water that make plants grow and give you water. Rain was underrated..

He closed his eyes, and let the mood surround him.

It felt like a cool october day, blue and white with yellow and the smell of sweet orange.

Dainty wild flowers growing in the fields, their sweet pollen mixed with rain. Brings a nostalgic feeling to anyone who smells it.

But of course, all good moment's come to a end when someone brings you back to reality.

             -Boy in tree's pov-

"Dude, how the fuck are you up there in the rain?!"

I  popped my eyes open and was about to scream. I narrowed my sight  down to see someone dressed in a red shirt and white pants glaring up at me with great confusion.

"...what?"

"How'd you get up there!? And it's rainy but like im so confused-"

"It's called climbing, and why do you care? I don't even know you."

The dude looked away, his face showing an embarrassed emotion.

"I was just curious, sorry i drank alot of red bull and honestly im all over the place, sorry.." Red shirt dude glared down at his black shoes, and i smirked.

"It's fine man, I've been there."

He looks back up, and gives a small smile.

"Care to come down? You seem like chill person."

On the outside that may be, but inside im internally screaming.

I jumped down from my sitting branch, and the dude backed up a bit.

I put my hands in my jackets pockets, as he looks to be gathering his thoughts.

"So.. What's your name? Im Roman."

"..call me anx." I reply slightly hesitating. I really didn't like giving away my name right off the bat till i got to know the person. Trust issues aMirIgHt??

"Well in Roman, nice to meet ya." He introduced with a shy smile.

I stood there as the rain still poured down, but for some reason this dude was thinking "hey, i see bro in tree, so lets go bother him." So now im in this awkward situation which my mind has gone blank and i don't know what to say.

"Do you always climb tree's?" Roman asked, breaking the silent tension.

"Sometimes i guess.. It's fun." I reply, my voice somewhat quiet. I hope he heard me, alot of people who ever talk to me say i need to speak louder, but i can't.

"Cool. Im a theater nerd, so you climbing tree's reminds me of one musical where a character named Evan climbs a tree and ends up breaking his arm."

I looked at him weird, not knowing what he was talking about. I guess he noticed my confused gazed, because he suddenly became apologetic.

"Oh! Sorry if what i said was confusing, it just reminded me of that." He laughed awkwardly, causing me to smile. Only alittle bit.

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Idk.  If i don't procrastinate to much maybe I'll make a 2nd one so it isn't as boring-

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