Rainy days

3

The scents of sweetness stole the air of it's freshness, like dripping honey, scorching in the day's sun. It's helpless neediness claws it's way desperately through the crowd, looking for pray, continuing to be ignored. He guessed that's what happened when things got too popular, common. Serves it right, it doesn't deserve the attention.
'Perfume is intoxicating.'  He thought, 'Not in a good way.'

Cracks traced lakes throughout the pavement.
Trampling feet stomp obnoxiously down the concrete path, worn from constant use.
The wind howls and moans like a horde of untameable zombies, yet somehow, the day manages to keep it's suffocating heat. The way the cloud traps it all like a blanket, makes him claustrophobic.
Littered and forgotten belongings trashed the streets in despair, waiting to be picked up, loved.
He could relate to that,
And it makes his nose wrinkle in disgust.
'How could people be so selfish?' He wondered bitterly, 'spoilt brats, that's what they are!'

He makes his way through the now empty street, looking for a place to rest for the night.
He pauses as he inhales the smell of baked pastry, growls erupt from his aching stomach.
'Perhaps, I can look for something to eat first.' His question turns to a statement.
His face was flushed a pretty pink, though maybe that was just from exhaustion.

As he walks down the alley, he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.
Making it to the rusted yellow dumpster, he lifts the lid-
CRASH!
He jumped so high, he was afraid he'd turned into a rabbit.

He spun on his heels, only to be met with a rather sheepish looking boy. He cocked his head, eyes wide with fear. The boy stretched out an arm to towards him, as if approaching a startled animal.
'Perhaps he was mistaken.' He thought, sarcastically.
"I'm sorry for scaring you," said the boy, "I accidentally dropped these."
He gestured to a bunch of cans, labeled with various names; coke, mother, sprite. All scattered across the ground, empty.

"That's alright," he croaked, "you just made me jump is all."
An awkward silence stretched through the darkened alley,
"The name's Jacob, by the way." The boy, Jacob, winked.
His blush deepened,
"Abel."