AU: Well, okay. I'm lame. I know. But honestly, this thing flows right from my fingertips, and is helping me release some inner tension and feelings.

So voila. Enjoy. A bit of angstiness for you guys.

May be turned into series.

MUSIC, BETCH:

KISS THE RAIN - YIRUMA.
I DEMAND THAT YOU GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG, EVEN IF YOU HATE CLASSICAL MUSIC. OKAY? OKAY.

Enjoy!

It was just another day. Another day in a fun filled life, a life filled with laughter and joy, but with everything that came with that too.

Staring out the screen door as she put on her worn out running shoes, she remarked the light raindrops that dotted the ground, slowly filling up its blank canvas.

Rain.

Unlike the majority of people, rain wasn't a representative for sadness and grief. No, it was a representation of a new beginning. Of the sadness of flipping a page, but of the joy of starting a new one.

Smiling, she picked up her backpack from the ground, slinging it on her shoulder and patting her slightly disheveled clothes.

"I'm going!" she yells behind her shoulder, before walking out of the house, making sure she just faintly hears her mother replying and wishing her a good day, or something along the lines of that.

It was another day.

She made her way to school, breathing in and out, in and out. The air seeped through her lungs, through every fiber of her body, each breath a new one, each breath letting the old air out. She doesn't use an umbrella, no. It's okay. The rain won't hurt her, it never would.

When she gets to school, it's a miracle that she's not drenched, but she is wet. She can't deny that. Laughing as she passes by some friends, and greeting them warmly, she makes her way to her locker, shaking some of the wet droplets out of her long hair. Using a headband, she pushes her too-long bangs back, and reminds herself to get a haircut soon. Gathering her things, the conversation buzzes in through one ear and out the other. She doesn't really keep track of what she's saying; it doesn't really matter.

The five minute warning bell rings, and she chastises herself lightly as she walks the halls, staring out the windows idly into the picturesque rain. It's starting to fall harder now. Clouds are casting a dark atmosphere over the land, but she still doesn't feel very sad. It's somehow refreshing.

A mysterious smile takes its place on her face, and she pauses for a second, entranced, hypnotized.

Another warning bell signals that she'll be late if she doesn't hurry, and it brings her back to her senses. Trying to gather her thoughts, she bustles to her next class, completely unaware of the stranger who watched her walk away.

He had a very vague picture of her in her head, prior to this sighting. Yes, she was one of the niners, not really important. They were still young, still fresh and untainted. The girls around him were always whimpering and whining for his attention; they were more than a handful already. An annoying niner would be only more of a nuisance.

But this was one of the rare moments he'd had alone.

He wasn't going to his first period class, he needed to escape. He didn't want to start the day, not yet, and if he didn't want to start it, he wouldn't. He had managed to escape those wretched harpies who hung around him. They were great for entertainment, but not... quite real.

No.

Not real at all.

They didn't notice the grandeur and good fortune that was around them. They didn't acknowledge the miracle of every raindrop, the importance of every breath they took.

No, and they were not important either.

He leaned against a row of lockers, he had been staring out the window. The rain was falling, steadily getting louder and harder. To others, it may have seemed sad and depressing, but it was refreshing for him.

In a twisted and grief stricken way, he supposed.

And then, she walked by. On instinct, his gaze followed, and though she didn't seem to be much at first glance, he forced himself to continue watching.

He watched her gather her things, and pause every few moments. He watched people pass by and talk to her, high five her and laugh with her, but somehow, she wasn't there. She wasn't there.

They left soon enough, and she closed her locker softly, while others might've slammed it closed. Her walk was light, almost graceful, but still ridden with something.

When she walked up the tiny bit of stairs, she was right in front of him, and staring out the window the whole time. She paused right in front of him, still not noticing him, and stared blatantly out the window, entranced. He could still see her face, and he was interested.

It was somehow very... refreshing. Just like the rain. He knew now that there was also someone out there who appreciated the little things just as much as she did.

The minute bell rang, he registered it somewhere far inside his head, distant. Still focused on that curious girl.

She seemed to notice it too, because her gaze turned slowly from the window and she kept walking. A small smile appeared on her face, and he turned his head and watched her walk away.

Sighing, he pushed himself off of the lockers, and watched her disappear down the stairway.

He then realized that his next class was in that direction too. Instinct drove him, and he ran to catch up, to keep sight of this interesting new thing. He saw her walk down the stairs leisurely, and followed a meter behind.

He wanted to get closer. She was nearing her class, he knew it, and the number of students was dying down.

He wanted to get closer. Driving forward, he walked right by her, hoping that she at least noticed his presence, or remarked it in some way. But when he glanced back as he bent down to get a drink, she had disappeared into the classroom, and the smell of a scented shampoo and rain infiltrated his senses.

He wondered. He wandered. He wondered about her. He wandered into class.

Harpies again.

Soon enough, the pitter patter of rain consumed him, and he ignored everything as he closed his eyes, putting his head on the desk. The girls were chirping, trying to get his attention, but they weren't real. The teacher was trying to settle them but he wasn't real either.

For him, the only thing that was real was the rain, and that girl.

Would he see her again?

R&R, my pretties? Please?

-chewyy.