I just hate people. Nothing more, nothing less.

Especially that rainbow haired guy who changes his hair colour almost very week.

"Sooner or later it's all gonna fall out and I'm gonna laugh and laugh till my gut hurts." I snicker and he glares at me as he runs a hand through his weird coloured hair.

"Well you change yours just as much as I do, so I wouldn't be talking Wild." He says eyes narrowing as mine copy his green ones.


4. "Y-you look lost."

'Shit.' Is all I think as I feel rain start to drop on me.

Great. I've got a dead phone, it's raining and I have know idea where the hell I am or how to get back.

Well I guess I could just pick a random direction.

Left or right...... That's the big $100 question. Well I'm a righty so I'll go with right.

I make my way down the sidewalk shoving my hands in my tight skinny jeans pockets.

By now it's pouring out and my hairs sticking to my face. I pat myself on the back for buying water proof mascara.




After pointlessly walking around and making random turns and acting like I know where I'm going when in reality I have know Idea.

I feel a tap on my soaked shoulder and I spin around to meet bright blue eyes and wet hair (that's soaked kinda like mine but not as wet) and he's got a hot lip ring. Alright then.

"You okay? Y-you look lost. Not that you could actually be- well m-maybe you could- lost because you could just be going f-for a walk but it j-just l-looked like your um lost." The cute buy rambles looking nervous and shy.

"Actually I am lost. I just moved in somewhere and well it's a long story that I don't feel like explaining in the rain." I say pushing back some of my hair from my face.

He looks everywhere but at my eyes. "O-oh okay. Do, you uh. Want to well, um, come o-over and w-warm up and dry off? I-I mean you don't h-have to but you look s-so wet - god that sounded so wrong- and I know I d-don't know you b-but I don't w-want you getting s-sick."

I laugh at how nervous he is. "That'd be great."

He grins and his eyes pop out in the grey wether. "O-okay. Um come with me then I uh guess."

I nod my head and follow him down the street (the way I just came.....) and we come to a nice size house and we go inside and I sigh as warmth engulfs me.

I slip my shoes off and I follow the cute boy into what I'm assuming is the living room and he sits down and I sit beside him. He takes his hood off and I see he's not just cute, but a cute blonde. Nice.

He then shoots up off the couch. "Um do y-you um want a drink? I-it's okay if you don't want one, I mean not everyone's t-thirsty right now."

I giggle and nod my head. "Um could I have some dry clothes?"

His eyes widen and he quickly nods his head running off somewhere. God he's so awkward but it's just so fricken adorable.

After a moment I hear feet padding against the floor and I see the blonde has clothes in his hand as he almost trips but catches himself before actually falling. His cheeks turn bright red seeing that I saw what happened.

He slowly walks over to me and hands me the clothes. "Um b-bathroom is the uh second door on y-your left."

"Can I have a shower to please?" I ask and he quickly nods his head.

I nod my head and follow his directions and come to a bathroom. I strip from my wet clothes and turn on the hot.

I sigh as I feel it hit my back, I look and see random shampoo bottle and I see that it's mint. Alight then.

I use it and rinse off. After that I get dressed - in some of his black sweat pants, a long black and white shirt and a pair of toucan boxers?- and I put my wet hair in a messy bun.

I ring my clothes out over the tub and roll my eyes at all the water that comes out of my shirt and then my pants and then my underwear. Thank god my bra didn't get that wet (as weird as that is).

I then carry them down stairs and I don't see the blonde boy anywhere but I hear sounds coming from the kitchen.

I walk in the kitchen I clear my throat and I bite my lip as the guy turns around only wearing grey sweat pants that are hanging low (he's got a nice V line, just saying).

His eyes go wide as he scrambles to put on a shirt not that it makes any difference- cause it doesn't.

"Um what do you want me to do with my wet clothes?" I ask.

"O-oh. Um we can put them I-in the washer- t-that is if you want, w-we don't have to. I just t-thought sense there wet that y-you would um want them w-washed." He stampers out and I can't help but laugh a little.

"That would be great thank you." I smile and he returns it motioning for me to follow.

We put my wet clothes in the washer and go back into the kitchen. I take a seat at the island on a stool as he walks back over to the counter.

I sigh. "I never got your name."

He looks at me and smiles. "My names Luke."

"You look like a Luke so that doesn't really surprise me." I say chuckling as he hands me a cup of something. He sits in the seat across from me and I take a sip of the warm liquid.

"What's um your name?" He asks after a moment of silence.

I smile. "Well my neighbour calls me by my last name for some reason. Might be because he doesn't know my first name."

"Well I've just been calling you Orange for the p-past hour or so. S-sorry if you don't l-like me calling you uh that." He stutter again.

"It's fine Luke. He calls me Wild, cause that's my last name and I've been calling you Blonde." I tell him laughing a little as his cheeks go red.

I jump as thunder roars through everywhere. "Well fuck. Doesn't look like it's going to be letting up anytime soon." I say sighing as I take a long gulp of the yummy drink.

"Uh- if you want. Y-you could stay here for the night." He says big blue eyes shining with hope.

I smile and nod my head. "That would be great, thank you Luke."

He beams at me and jumps off the stool grabbing his and my empty cup and places them in the sink.

"Uh you c-can have my um, b-bed. I'll take the uh couch." He says scratching the back of his neck.

I frown. "Why? Thats just rude of me though. Your already letting a total stranger stay at your house and now your letting me have your bed? That just doesn't seem fair to me." I say and he tilts his head to the side.

I cut him off just as he's about to say something. "How about we share the bed? I mean, it only fair plus I don't really like thunder storms....." I trail off embarrassed.

A 17 year old petrified of thunder storms.

How pathetic.

His eyes go wide. "Are. Y-you um. S-sure?" He squeaks.

I smile and nod my head as he hesitates before walking up the stairs and I follow him into his room.

I take a moment and gape in awe at his wall covered in most of the bands I like. There's Blink, All Time Low, Green Day and all the other bands I like, that and I also didn't miss the One Direction poster and I see him smile shyly and blush.

"D-do you um. L-like it?" He asks like a little kid and I have to stop my self from cooing at how cute he is.

Instead I grin like a fool and nod my head. "I love most of these bands." I tell him walking to his postured wall to get a better look.

I yawn (which totally catches us both off guard) and Luke giggles a little but quickly clamps his hand over his mouth as he looks down embarrassed when he sees that I saw and heard him giggle.

"I-I. Uh. I didn't j-just do that." He mutters and I laugh falling back onto his bed. "Don't laugh at me."

And that just makes me laugh harder. Great going Blondie.

"I-I'm sorry Lucas." I say and he hits my arm making me laugh harder again.

"I-it's Luke. Not Lucas. B-but you can c-call me that I-if you want. I-I don't mind." He says going back to his shy self.

I calm down and smile lazily at him. "C'mon Lukey. I'm tired."

His eyes go wide at the nickname and his face goes bright red. He slowly makes his way over to me and sits down beside me. I move over so I'm against the wall and he turns around, getting out of the bed and shuts the light off before climbing back into the bed beside me.

I can feel how he's all tense and stuff so I put my hand on his arm. "Dude, calm down. It's not like I'm gonna rape you in your sleep."

"H-how do I- uh know?" He asks making me laugh again.

"I'm pretty sure you'd notice if I'd try raping you in your sleep." I say and he snorts out a laugh before quieting.

I bring the comforter up to my chin and I close my eyes willing my self to sleep and I jump like, five feet in the air when a giant clap of thunder cracks throughout the house.

"Shit." I say my eyes wide with fear.

"H-hey. It's okay. I-it won't get y-you." Luke says putting his arm around my shoulders hesitantly and I automatically burry my face in his lose shirt, scared out of my mind.

He rubs my back and just holds me, lowering us back down so we're laying again.

"It's okay. Everything's okay Wild." He mumbles as I close my eyes.

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