Candy Apples

Hmm, terrific.

Zoey:

"You forgot me, again." I say, agitated with my brother's irresponsible behavior.

"Just, wait there.Connor says Riley's still there, he has," he starts laughing.

"He has, drama practice."

"I'm in that club! You dic-"

"Yeah, but he's an actor." He laughs.

"Oh, whatever. I just want to be at home."

"Well, Connor says his practice is over in thirty minutes, and Connor already texted him, telling him he's taking you home, so get over. I gotta go! Bye! Love ya!" My brother says, not bothering to let me say a word.

"Yep, love you, too." I mumble, as I stuff my phone in my back pocket, walking to the auditorium.

See, our auditorium is not connected to the actual school, so you've got to walk across the parking lot and then into the auditorium.

I noticed it got darker since the beginning of school, meaning it will most likely rain.

But I didn't think it'd start to rain on my way there.

But it did.

And it rained hard.

Jogging into the building, drenched to the bone with rain, I trudge into the furthest seat from the stage.

But that didn't stop people from seeing me.

"Your brother texted and sa-what happened?" Riley asks, as he takes a seat by me, looking down at his phone as he did so, but looked up.

"It's raining." I state.

"No kidding." He chuckles, rummaging through his bags.

"Here, take it. You're shivering." He says, tossing me a hoodie.

"Yeah, no." I say giving it back to him.

"Your brother would kill me if he saw you. He'd probably think I made you run outside the car the whole way home." He says, shoving it back to me.

Is that an option?

"I'll put it on you myself, if you don't."

I grab the hoodie and shove it over my head, sarcastically smiling at him.

"Thank you, but I gotta go. I'll be back whenever I'm finished." He says, standing up.

I only nod. He jogs up to the stage, talking to the drama coach, nodding along.

What I didn't notice was how tired I became, watching him acting and my music playing.

Poking.

Who pokes someone's forehead?

Riley, that's who.

"Oh, good! You're up, let's go." He states, no enthusiasm at all.

"Nice to see you too." I mutter.

"Keep up, or I'll leave without you." He says, as we walk to his car,

Well, him walking, me practically jogging to catch up to him, in the drizzle.

"Couldn't slow down any, could you?" I ask, out of breath.

"Excerise more." He states.

"Excuse me?" I ask, stopping before getting in the car.

"Sorry, long day. Let's just go..please?" He asks, unlocking his car.

"In your dreams." I mutter, and start walking.