A/N: I may be slower with updates from this point onwards. A level years are on me and...well...it's more work than i thought it'd be. 15 hours worth of work last weekend. Eeeek! I ground this out in a lull in the work. I hope you all like it :)

Holly

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Arriving at the entrance to his next class, scratch and girl free, Rain's shoulders slumped in relief.

'Hi there.'

Rain turned to face the greeting, 'Uh…hi?'

'I'm Malcolm. We met before, remember?' Rain shook his head. 'I'm the captain of the football and basketball teams.'

'Oh,' Rain exclaimed, 'I remember.' He smiled.

'I guess it's a bit early to ask for a decision yet?' Malcolm asked.

Rain laughed outright, the dark clouds over his mood beginning to lift. 'I wasn't really planning on joining any teams when I got here. I thought that you'd rather stick with your tried and tested players but, if you want me, I'll sign up for basketball. Football has never really been my thing.'

Malcolm nodded in understanding. 'Sure thing but I will ask that you do a try out, for form's sake.'

'Of course!'

'Oh, and one more thing…'

'Yes?'

'I never asked your name.'

Rain laughed again, bent over in his mirth, hands clutching at his stomach. 'Oh, and here I thought it was something important. My name is Rain.'

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, 'You're serious?'

'You betcha!'

Rain's new friend slapped a hand to his forehead. 'This isn't good.'

Mirth slowing to a halt, Rain stood straight once more and a worried frown developed, joining his temples with a line. 'Why not?'

Malcolm broke out into a wide smirk. 'The girls are going to love you.'

'Hmm…yeah, I've met them.'

Malcolm laughed, unable to restrain himself. 'Rather you than me, Rain, rather you than me.'

Grimacing, Rain said, 'You're nice.'

The football captain shook his head and motioned towards the door, telling Rain without need for words that it was time to face the perils of maths class.


The day passed by and Rain was soon enough back on the back row of his yellow school bus and faced with the challenge of attempting to force two sixteen year old girls to slow their speech to an understandable speed.

'I really don't know why I bother,' Rain stated aloud.

The girls continued their conversation mingled in with high pitched squeals of delight, regardless but the girl in the row in front of Rain turned around at his words.

'Why do you sit with them if they ignore you like that? I could be much better company,' she suggested with a sultry wink.

Rain repressed the urge to shudder and ground out, 'No, thanks. Even their squeals are better than the superficial package you provide. At least they have brains.'

The brunette gasped and bit down hard on her lip, turning back around in her chair as tears began to well up and glisten over the surface of her eyes.

'Sorry,' she sniffed.

This catalyst was what finally brought Rosie and Melody out of their gossiping.

'Y-You just turned down the most lusted after girl in school,' Melody stuttered in amazement.

'What do I care?' Rain snorted. 'She's boring. How can I trust someone like her to support me?'

'I- I'm speechless,' Rosie stated.

'I don't see why. It's common sense to keep real people close to you and the fake as far away as you can manage.'

The two girls met each other's gaze and, in unison, raised both eyebrows out of shock.

'We didn't realise you'd be so…down to earth,' Rosie broke the silence.

'Well, don't judge a book by its cover,' Rain grumbled. 'When does this trip end? Today has been awful and I need some medicine for this headache. I've never met girls with such high pitched voices as those irritating cheerleaders!'

Melody and Rosie giggled.

'Hey, Rain…do you want to come round my house on Friday for our weekly movie fest?' Melody bit her lip, anxious for his answer, her cheeks burnt red.

Tilting his head to the side, Rain pondered this and came to a decision, slowly nodding his head. 'Sure, I'll come. No click flicks though, okay?'

Melody grinned. 'We'll let you supervise that. You can choose the videos yourself if you meet me after school on Friday.'

'Mm…okay.' Appearing disinterested, Rain turned his head to stare blankly out the grubby window at the rolling gardens of suburbia.


A door slammed shut in the Johnson household, the vibrations causing the air to shuddery in sympathy for the flimsy wood. Charging into the kitchen, hungry after a long bus drive home, Rain caught sight of a labelled plastic container.

He walked over to it and saw the label to be a note. It read:

Hey honey,

I won't be home when you get back. Remember, I told you I had job interviews to go to? Don't worry about me and I'll be back by seven. Warm this up for two minutes in the microwave and it'll be good to eat.

Love,

Mum.

'Great. Now I'm alone too. What a day!' Rain mumbled.