The rain was bucketing down by now, and I was dodging puddles consistently. Or trying to anyway. I was completely soaked by the time I got to my friends' house, and I ducked under the shelter, hoping, wishing for a reprieve from the constant rain. The architect of the house apparently didn't think that anyone would would want shelter from the rain and so there I was. Standing, waiting, hoping my friend would have the common sense to invite me in. I fired off a text, trying to use my body to shield the phone from the rain, and only succeeding in dripping the rain water from my hair onto the phone. In the rush, I somehow manage to write a half coherent message, and then I'm back. To Waiting and waiting and waiting A knock on the window and I whirl around, hoping that I could get out of this downpour. I'm practically holding my breath when I see his face in the window. The door slowly opens and there he is standing. I'm finally free of this. Or so I thought.
This is a real story :) I know this is late but.... @TA88YCAT remember this? What happened next? He didn't let me in and off I went in the pouring rain :) I wrote this in class don't judge ok?
