Not My Day - Part 1 (Request)

Rain pattered against the sidewalk. You wandered around the busy city, not really caring where you were, nor where you were headed. Your mind flooded itself with gloomy thoughts. Today just did not like you. First, you failed your math exam with a big, fat "F"… Your biggest crush ever rejected you in a really cruel way (though you are pretty sure he was oblivious to it)… On top of that, your mother was probably going to be drunk by the time you got home… Adding on to that, your friend Allistor, a Scottish upper-classmen, went through a "nice" phase recently; however, starting today, he began another "mean" phase. Geevas, that kid was like a drama queen on PMS sometimes. Right now though, you needed a moment to yourself, to clear your hazy mind. Even though it was the busiest part of town, you typically found the Central Gardens to be your peaceful sanctuary. Unfortunately, you found out that Allistor and his group of friends would be hanging out there; therefore, you decided not to go there.

Time passed, not that you really cared anyway. At this point, the rain soaked your clothing and your locks of *hair colour* dripped puddles. Shivers occasionally ran down your spine; however, you ignored them, continuing to walk around town. You pulled your hand out of your pocket, checking the time.

"8:30…" you read aloud, voice sounding stoic. It's not that you cared, really. You really didn't give a flying "eff".

Gently shoving your hand back into your pocket, you turned the corner. Unaware of the figure in front of you, you collided with someone random. Shrugging it off, you began to continue along your wandering gait. You heard the voice behind you, at first sounding annoyed.

"Watch where yur wolking aboot, lass-" the oddly familiar Scottish accent called after you, suddenly sounding shocked. "Oi! _____?! Is that yu, lass?"

You froze in your steps.

Oh, god no…

Your mind screamed at your feet, telling those "lazy things" to run.  The last person you wanted to see at that moment stood right behind you. After a small, momentary pause, your feet chose to follow your mind, dashing for it as if your life depended on it. Unfortunately, Allistor always ran faster than your feet could take you. He grasped you wrist, making you rebound backwards. He turned you around. You knew exactly where this headed, and it was the same every time. You looked into his eyes, knowing he could read them like a book. But then again, you'd know him since you were both "wee li'l lads", as he always called it. His eyes glowed with concern, worry, and wonder. They moved as if in a dance, searching your own skies of *eye colour*. Your expression remained stoic, though you knew your eyes did not match. The Scot sighed, dropping his head and shaking it before looking at you once again. Without an exchange of words, he pulled you into a hug.

"We should talk…" you mumbled, hoping he didn't hear you.

"Aye, yur damn right we shood…" he said, his tone slightly harsh.  

A muttered curse escaped your quivering lips. No, no tears welled in your eyes; you, by nature, were stronger than that. Shivers ran down your spine with every teeming drop that slid down your skin. The redhead held you closer, running his fingers through your hair as if the two of you were an item.

Why is he doing this…? He only just rejected me this morning…

Breaking your train of thought, Allistor spoke to you without removing himself from your shared embrace: "Come on, _____... Let's get yu out of this rain."

Since you both knew your mother probably got smashed in your basement by now, Allistor took you to his secret hiding place. As the two of you ambled to the secret place, you felt nostalgic and began remembering the very first time. He took you there once when you two were children, when you'd become the very best of friends. He told you to keep it top secret; only the two of you were allowed to know of its location. The hide out remained that way for years, and it was still a secret. The two of you always went there when you needed to talk about personal things between the two of you. Allistor even brought a chest one time, where the two of you began storing personal items that were just for the two of you. Sometimes, when you needed to get away from your mother, you would meet him there; even then, times occurred where you hid in the secret place by yourself, alone. As you grew older, you took those moments for granted and cried yourself tearless, or until you drifted to sleep. Now, your pride forbade you from crying, especially in front of your childhood crush. Thus, you grew stronger, expanding your breaking point farther and farther. It helped influence who you were, this hide out of yours.

Suddenly, the Scot stopped in front of you, breaking your train of thought.

"We're here…" he stated the obvious with a rather emotionless tone. You gazed up from the damp grass, realizing that you arrived in front of the hedge. The Scot pushed through the trimmed bushes, pulling you in with him. Entering the woods, he led you to the once abandoned tree house. Climbing up the some-how sturdy ladder, the two of you entered the old house's (non-existent) trap door. Allistor opened up the chest, searching through it as you pulled yourself into the house. A confused expression spread across your face as quickly as a swarm of ants.

What on earth is that boy doing…?

He pulled out your scrap book, the one that the two of you had been building over the years. With a nostalgic smile on his face, he scooted next to you and began to flip through the pages. You still wondered, confused. Was he trying to prove something? Suddenly, a dark thought crossed your mind. Did he think you two were separating? Maybe he wanted to break off the friendship!? As similar thoughts began to flood your mind, you tried desperately to hide the rising panic. Tears pricked your eyes, but did not fall. You refused to let them, refusing to swallow that pride of yours. When he flipped to that page, he smiled.

"Do yu remember the promise we made, _____?" he asked you, eyes soft and lost in memory.

You didn't answer. You couldn't. One word and you would've broken down.

Today is NOT my day…

He glanced at you, suddenly changing his expression.

"Oi…! Yu alright, lass?!" he asked, slightly frantic. That bright smile that you always loved transformed into a frown. Allistor pulled you into a hug, quietly shushing you.

"Whut's the matter..?" he asked, trying to comfort you. The answer came, cracked and quiet. Frown deepening, he shook his head.

"Not at all, _____.... in fact, I want the opposite…"

Your seas of *e/c* widened in shock. What did he just say?!

"When yu'd suggested the outing this morning, I blew it off. I never thought yu meant as som'in' more than whut we are now…" he explained. "I felt so bad… and I knew I need to find yu, lass…"

You buried your face into his shoulder, silently shedding tears as you swallowed your pride.

"_____..." he spoke, pulling you back to look into your teary eyes. Wiping away the falling droplets, he smiled. "I want us to start a new chapter, _____. I want to call yu me girlfriend…" he told you, voice almost hitting a whisper. A small, quivering smile formed on your lips as you hugged him again. The Scot held you there, holding you in his strong, yet gentle embrace. He left a kiss on your temple, soft enough to feel like a butterfly's wing. Time passed as the two of you created a new memory to add to your collection.

Until, that was…the moment was broken.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. With a small sniff, you pulled the device out of your pocket and flipped it open.

"We need to talk. Get your ass home in ten minutes or you're going to feel the consequences. Signed, your mother."

Groaning, you shut the phone and slid it into your pocket. Just by the groan, Allistor knew it was your mum. After standing up, he pulled you up. He led you out of the woods and back home, holding your freezing hand the whole way. His hand warmed up the ice, thawing your fingers out. It felt nice, new, and very pleasant. A smile formed on your lips.

I could get used to this.

The two of you headed into the damp backyard. Knowing the safest entry way was your room, you slid the dripping glass open. The brand new couple exchanged a kiss good bye before you climbed in.

"Good luck," Allistor wished aloud, concern escaping into his tone. After you shared a moment of gazing into each other's eyes, he left and you shut the window.

I'm going to need every bit of it…