Under The Summer Rain

Setting The Scene 1: He's From Canadia

"So, this is what it's like to ride in a drama dork's car." He said. I looked at him like I was angry that he called me that. Of course, he knew that I wasn't offended. He had called me that too many times for me to get mad. And, honestly, I loved it when he called me that. Because it was him.

Now, let me set the record straight: I wasn't in love with him. I was no-where near in love with him.

But we were the best of friends.

And we were entering our last year of high school together, closer than we had been over the summer. It was nice to have someone to talk to who understood me, and who had went through the toughest of times with me. It was really nice to have him this close to me...

"Well, here we go." I murmured as I pulled into the school's parking lot, the asphalt glaring back at me in the early morning sunlight. The sky was somewhat foreboding as I pulled into my personal parking space. He looked over at me and asked what was wrong.

"Just... bad feeling." I whispered. My stomach was set on end. Maybe it was just first-day-of-school jitters.

Maybe not...


A.N.:Eep!! The sequel!! I'm so excited!!

Ah, it feels good to finally get around to typing the sequel. I've been putting it off ever since I posted the last chapter of "YLYBWYWA." I guess that I didn't want to start anything new. Eh, it's still cool to type it.

Mkay, well, I hope you enjoyed this little taster. Please be kind and rewind... I mean... Wow, that was lame.

Anyways, be a dear and review, so I know that you're reading. It makes me proud. And, in the review that you'll leave (hell bent on getting you to review), humor me and guess who the "I" and "he" are. The "I" is pretty easy, lol.

Lastly, on a completely unrelated note... The chapter names are completely random. I have a list of random titles, so I decided to put them to use. I'll explain the names if anyone's interested, for they're good for a laugh. When I get a response to this, I'll know whether or not I'm wasting my time or something...

PS: If you're wondering "Why in the hell isn't there a prologue telling me where the rest of the gang is?!" Don't worry. You'll know soon enough. And, this also acts as sort of a prologue.