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|A walk under the rain (standard:romance, 753 words)|
|Author: abigail drew||Added: Sep 08 2012||Views/Reads: 2868/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A rainy afternoon as my crush and I walk towards home...|
It's time for my short story of mine between me...and my crush. It is normal for a girl in my age to have these crushes on somebody we type. Alright, my crush and I are good friends. We are classmates and team mates in debate together with Donna and I always advice him about leadership. We do get some teases occasionally but we just ignored them and continue talking, no wonder we get less teases. He does the reasoning out if we're teased by someone. But that doesn't mean that I am just nothing. It was one rainy afternoon that we had our debate. The topic was broad and we had a hard time doing our arguments and points. During the debate proper, he somewhat messed up and got out of our “battle cry”. “Oh man,” my crush complained just after his turn. He was head down and ruffling his hair- a sign that he is agitated. “I messed it up. Oh, if we're going to lose it would be my entire fault” he added. “Nope,” I assured him. “It's not yours. We were all nervous during that time. Anyway, it's not too late; if we lost, it's ok. Donna and I don't blame you”. He doesn't seem like himself during that time- acknowledging his mistake. He's the sort of person and leader who is hardcore, tempered and irresponsible (his members would feedback on his back). Luckily, we won the debate. We were tired from the debate and have to face the next challenge: heavy rain. It was already five thirty when the debate finished and I must go home as well as him. I learned that our houses are near each other but not neighbors “Are you back gate?” he asked me. I nodded even though I was actually front. He also guessed I was actually front gate and not back. In school, we have two gates by the way. Oh, it's raining” I commented even though it was raining for the past two hours. We had to go out of the long shed that we walked to reach the back gate. As a girl, umbrellas are always in my bag. I opened my bas and took my umbrella. “I bet you don't have one.” I said. “Nope. Girls are always ready.” He commented as we walked to the open. He used his suitcase as his improvised shade against the rain. “Hey! You might get wet.” I said as I offer to share my umbrella with him. It's not because he's my crush, blah blah, but I'm just concerned for his health. No malice there, ok? “Nah, its ok” he said as he walked with his suitcase above his head. “Ah, is it because of the “malice”?” I asked. “There's no one here to tease right?” “No,” he assured. “I'm just... shy”. I got the point although it's sad. I did share my umbrella with Tracy, my other classmate. He obliged. He was very particular with his health. My crush and I reached the shade at the back gate. We stopped for awhile. I fixed my shirt as he took something from his bag: a raincoat. “You have a raincoat? Why didn't you wear it awhile ago?” I asked him, surprised. “Nah. If you want, you may go ahead.” My crush suggested as he wore his raincoat. I waited for him. Why? We walked together under the rain, talking at the same time. When we reached the main street, there was no tricycle. “Oh, there's no vehicle here. I think I should walk” I said sadly. So we continued walking. A tricycle passed by. “Aren't you going to ride?”He asked me. “I would rather walk” I answered knowing that later when we reach the crossroad and he will go on his way, without him seeing, I will get a tricycle. When we reached the crossroad, we said goodbye. At home, I hid in my room, wondering why `I do that? We were both late the following day. I related the experience to Charlyn, my classmate. I dubbed it as a dream and the identity of my companion unknown. Despite the several interruptions by other classmates, I finished the narration. She laughed a couple times, especially the part when the boy declined my offer. “Ah, Your dream is romantic. How I wished you can still remember the boy...” She commented, smiling. I laughed saying that my mind must be imagining those things. Sadly, it really did happen- in a walk under the rain. Tweet
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