Black Rain

I sat in my car, the rain poring down on it, darkness filling the air. My lights shined on the car in front of me, and we were moving at the slowest possible pace, ever. I suspected an accident further ahead on the highway.

I sighed, and leaned on the car door, elbow right underneath the window. I punched the on button on the radio, but all that came trough was static, so I turned it back off. I waited more, moved ahead a bit, waited some more, moved a few inches forward.

I reached into the backseat to grab my black hoodie, and I put it on, zipping it up on the front to reveal the Volcom logo splashed across it in white lettering. The traffic on the highway began moving again, and I finally started moving. As a began to accelerate, I saw a boy on the side of the road, shivering in a thin jacket, blond hair flat from the rain, and his thumb stuck out of his hand.

Something about him made me pull my car over, and roll down my window. “Need anything?” I asked him.

“C-can I g-get a ride?” He asked me, unsure of what to do, “my dad kicked me out.”

He looked about sixteen, and he was really cute. “High, I'm Westley,” I finally said as I pulled back onto the main road.

“I'm Aaron,” he replied smiling at me.

“Where are you going,” I finally asked him, realizing I had no idea.

“Cameron Village,” he said to me.

I drove off, taking a couple of exits and turns.

“So tell me about yourself,” I asked.

“Well, um I'm meeting a friend at Cameron Village, but then my car died, so that sucked. Um, I'm 16, and I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. My boyfriend broke up with me the other day, and all my friends think I'm a FREAK!”

He yelled at me, and I looked at him weirdly, “your gay?” I asked.

“What the fuck, you going to give me a hard time too? Stop the car please.”

“No, I'm not,” I replied. I looked in the mirror at my glasses that made my nose look huge. I fidgeted with them, and pulled over. “Hold on a sec,” I pulled out a stick of eyeliner, and looked into the mirror, applying it carefully on. Then I put on some mascara, and foundation.

He was looking at me weirdly.

“I'm going to a club,” I replied.

“Oh.”

I got back on the road, and drove towards Cameron Village. I finally got their, and dropped him off next to McDonald's.

“Good luck,” I stated.

“For what?”

“Getting your life together.”

“Oh, thanks...I guess.” He got out of the car. “Oh, by the way,” he added leaning in, “thanks for everything, and your belt doesn't go with your shoes.” He shut the door.

I looked down, and they were indeed two different shades of white, “shit,” I muttered. Shaking it off I went to the club.

I walked out of the club, bored shitless because I had been thinking of the mysterious Aaron all night. For some reason, I decided to drive back towards Cameron Village, just to check up on him. I drove by the McDonald's and saw him sitting in the window, playing with a McFlurry.

I parked the car, and walked in, he didn't notice me. I ordered an Oreo McFlurry and a Big Mac, he didn't notice. I sat in front of him – he didn't notice.

“Hi,” I said, and he finally looked up.

“Oh, Hi,” He replied, blushing. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“What are you still doing here?”

“I'm going to live here.”

“No your not.” I replied. I sighed, taking a huge bite of my Big Mac, “I can't eat this, too many calories – will you eat it for me?”

He looked extremely hungry – he eyed it for a second, then said, “Sure,” and grabbed it and chocked it down.

I sucked down my McFlurry while we talked about life. And I wanted to reach out and kiss his and, and then his ear, then his nose, and his lips, and then his neck....chest, lower, lower, lower.

I snapped out of it. “Hey Westley?”

“Yeah.”

“Your really hot.”

I blushed, “um thanks I guess.”

“I say that because I'm really ugly – so what are you doing with me?”

“Your not ugly,” I said.

I looked at him, he wasn't ugly, he just wasn't particularly attractive either. But I thought he was beautiful.

“Yes, I am.” We through our stuff away, and walked outside in the rain.

“No your not,” I said.

“Yes I am. But, I know what's perfect.”

“What?” I asked.

“This rain,” he said looking up, mouth open, catching the drops. “The sweet, black rain.”

“Black?” I asked.

“Yeah, it's black. Can't you tell?”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it is,” then I gave him a funny laugh. “The rain is black at night.”

And then he reached up and kissed me, here in the middle of the black rain.

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god this was a piece of shit, work of horror – i'm dong NANOWRIMO, so I barely have time for other writing, and I felt guilty for not posting stuff on , so I wrote this shitty short story, that just wasted your time.

Still, review, and tell moi wat you think!

Falling asleep, KAI