Catching The Rain

She's the nerd, she's the dumb blonde, she's mute, she has cancer, she's anorexic and bulimic, and she's pregnant How can these six misfits find their happy ending?
Six different people, one unique story,....


1. Chapter 1- Scarlet's P.O.V

*Scarlet's P.O.V* 

I waved goodbye to my parents as I left my house heading to school. Being deaf from birth, my parents insisted in sending me to school but I refused. I love walking to school. I love walking. Even with my hearing aid, I still couldn't hear very well. But that doesn't stop me from listening to music. Most people will laugh if they found out that a person who is deaf and mute loves music. It is ironic. I put on my large pink headphone and press play on my iPod. Sounds of guitar strums started to play and Taylor Swift starts singing;

I remember when we broke up the first time
Saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like
We hadn't seen each other in a month
When you said you needed space. (What?)
Then you come around again and say
"Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."
Remember how that lasted for a day?
I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you."

Oooh we called it off again last night
But oooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never ever ever getting back together
We are never ever ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

 I smiled at the lyrics. I couldn't really hear the music well,..but it was clear enough. I love Taylor's song. The lyrics are cute, lovely and almost real. I never fell in love before. Not really a surprise. Who would ever like a deaf girl that likes music? But it doesn't bother me much. I couldn't care less.  As I walked my way to school, enjoying the beautiful scenery of my hometown, singging along to Taylor's song, I felt really happy and content. The sun was shining at an average warmth, not to cold  nor too hot. The sunlight peeps through the leaves of the tree and touches my skin. The birds flew around happily and the air smelled like grass and moist earth. Feeling very happy, I close my eyes and started to spin around with my arms wide open. Boy, was it was pratically a stupid thing to do. As i was spinning, I hit a bike rider with my right arm, sending both of us to the ground. My iPod flew from my hand and landed on the road. My headphone, was luckily, still stuck to my head. But my arms hurt like hell!! What about the person I hitted?? I spun  around and saw a boy, teenage boy roughly about my age sitting on the ground rubbing jis head. Luckily he was wearing a helmet.

 I think I sort of know him from somewhere. He took off his helmet and OMG he was cute! He sort of looks like David Archuleta and I have a thing for David's looks. This makes my heartbeats fast. Pounding like a drum. He walks up to me with anger written all over his face. Goodness, How can I explain?? I quickly scrambled up and wipe off the dust off my skirt and blouse. He stopped right in front of me. I took off my headphone. 

"What the hell were you thinking spinning around like that?!" He scolded, he may look like David Archuleta, but certainly doesn't act like one "I could've get hurt!"  

I started to bow up and down like a Japanese girl. He looked puzzled. 

"Well, explain yourself!" he demanded "Apologize!" 

I started to use my sign language with my hands. (P/S: the star sign ** meaning that I'm speaking in a sign language) 

**I'm really sorry!!** i started **I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just goofing around,**  

And now he looks really puzzled. I pulled my hair behind my ears hoping that he could understand that I was deaf and mute. When he saw my hearing aid, he realised. I bowed down again. 

"Owh, you're......."he stopped, his face look calmed now. "I need to...uhhmm...I was......" he stuttered. He turns around and ran to his bike and fled. Whoah, I've experienced a few nasty and weird reactions from people finding out that I'm deaf, but not like this. But he was cute. I wish I could meet him again. 

I turned around, searching for my iPod. I saw it was on the road, and i quickly ran towards it. When I nearly got to it, a car drove right across my iPod. That. Did. Not. Just. Happen. I quickly ran towards my iPod, picking up pieces of it. My heart was crushed looking at my IPod. My iPod is like the love of my life. Singing to me every day. I took time grieving on my iPod's death. Without realizing, a man was standing behind me. When I saw his shadow, I quickly stood up. Holding my iPod.  

"Im sorry miss, did i do that?" he ask, putting his hand on my shoulder. Goodness this is creepy. The man was tall, well bulit, and nice cheek bones. He is probably at 24 of age. I peeped over his shoulder and saw the car that ran-over my lovely iPod. A grey porche. I look at his face and good gracious his eyes were like murderers! I pushed him away and without hesitation, i ran like I never ran before. He screamed "Miss!! Wait up!!" 

'Wait up'?? No friggin' way was I going to wait. I arrived at school a little bit late today. I head straight towards the vending machine. I wanted to buy a drink. After today’s action, it is the record of the most exercise I’ve done in the past year. Man! I was thirsty. A looked inside the vending machine and decided on what I want. I slipped in the money and when I raise my hand to push the button, a familiar hand cuts me off and press the button. It was Zafirah. A flawlessly beautiful girl in grey hijab. Her skin was porcelain-like smoothness, her eyes were light brown and big, small nose and a thin lips with the cutest dimple. She was my best friend since kindergarten. She’s a Muslim which is awesome. She was good as gold but not when she is mad. She knows everything about me and that’s why she pressed the right button of the drink that I want. She even took sign-language class just so that she could talk to me. Awesome right?

**Thanks!** I smiled and open the can drink of chocolate. I drank like I haven’t drink in months.

**Wow, looks like someone is thirsty** she said in her sign language “Did something happen?**

I smiled and told her what happened. Every single detail. When I finished, she laughs her guts out. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her laugh was contagious. Soon, I started to laugh too.

In class I sat right in front of the teacher to get better hearing. Zafirah sat beside me. Just like in any other class since she was the one in the school that I knew can understand sign-languages. The school went like any other day, during history, I turned off my hearing aid because Miss Sarrah’s voice was very soothing that it’ll causes me to feel sleepy, I struggled through Math, blew a beaker in Chemistry and horribly dissect a frog during Biology. But I couldn’t get my mind of that mysteriously-cute biker. Where does he goes to school to? What was his name? Why the HELL am I thinking about him?? Get a grip Scarlet Evangeline Smith. I distract myself by thinking about my lovely lovely lovely dead iPod. I’m going to go crazy withy no music.

When school ended, I accompanied Zafirah to watch the rugby practice. His cousin is playing. I like her cousin very much. Very masculine, over-protective of Zafirah and has this Zayn Malik look. But I never took interest in him nor did he take interest in me. He doesn’t know any sign-languages so we rarely communicate. We sat beside the field on the viewer’s seat. Zafirah and I watched him play. From time to time he would look at us and gave a small wave. I laugh whenever he fell. When he saw that I was laughing, he stood with his hand he said **Looking good, Goldfish** Turns away and continued playing.

My jaws dropped. Zafirah froze. How did he knew sign-languages? He even used it to mock me with my nick-name? I slowly turn to Zafirah. She looked at me with a fake smile.

**Care to explain?**

**Aaron insisted in learning sign-languages. I never thought he would use it against you?**

I laughed **You’re not mad?**

**Mad? It’s cute that Aaron knows how to speak sign-languages** I smile whole-heartedly.

**I think he likes you**


BANG!! A rugby ball crashed my head. I fell backwards and hit the seat behind me.

Things went black. Then suddenly I was in a white room. OMG AM I DEAD?? There was a chandelier hanging or floating on top of me. Then I saw him. The cute-bicycle boy, wearing a tux. He held out his hand to me.

What the......? 

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