Standing In The Rain (mxb) | ✔ |

Chapter One

Before we start this book, I just want to clear up some stuff.

Okay, so Evan is 17 yrs old and Fenrick is (around) 21-23 yrs old.

They are not married!!! This is completely legal as long as both parties consent (I swear, I've looked it up to make sure it was legal).

So now that we've got that covered, enjoy!!!

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Drenched in rain water, I sigh, finally finding a bus stop. I rest my feet, lying down on the bench. The rain continues to pour, pit-pattering against clothes, hair, and skin. All I hear is the storm around me. Thunder rumbles close by. Through the sound, I hear the splatter of shoes on wet pavement. The rain stops pouring and I open my eyes. A man and his umbrella stands right over me.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh?"

I sit up and slide over, giving myself a little space.

"Sorry about that..."

"Oh...why are you apologizing?"

I open my mouth, but catch myself. Why did I apologize? I guess it was just out of habit. Stupid mouth.

"No...it's fine."

"Where are you heading?"

"The farthest place away from home."

He gives me a curious look, as if he's silently asking for an explanation.

"I-...can't go back because...I lost my job...a-and money."

I tear off my worker tag and throw it into the street. A car rushes by, crushing it into pieces. The man doesn't say anything. We sit in silence until the bus appears. Coincidentally, the only two seats left are next to each other in the back.

I give up my last pence while the man scans his card. We sit beside each other. Thankfully, I can escape awkward conversation by looking out the window. The grey London sky darkens, clouds growing thicker than ever. All the shops are closed. i might not have enough money to make it to the countryside.

The bus jerks to a stop and the door opens, letting in a rush of brittle air. The man stands, ready to leave, but instead, doesn't walk off. I look up so ask if he's leaving or not, but am greeted by a hand.

"Sir?"

"Would you like to dry off at my place before continuing on your trip?"

"B-but, sir? How could you be so trusting of someone you don't know?"

He chuckles and pulls me up and out of my seat.

"I beg to differ."

He grabs my hand and we walk off the bus. standing in front of us is a small shop with a flat on the second story.

"Come."

He leads me through the winding maze of shelves. Autobiographies, histories, fantasy, science fiction, and more are displayed right in front of my eyes. It's a shame, I can't read all that well.

I trip over a loose book and fall into him. I stutter an apology. Oh no...I ruined his coat.

"Gosh I'm so careless..."

"Coats are replaceable."

He unlocks the back door. We walk up a flight of stairs, reaching another door. He unlocks it and I take in what I'm seeing. It's not much, but it gives off a feeling of the word "home."