Who: Dylan Hayes and Dave Henderson What: Some cute stuff When: Backdated to Sunday, late afternoon Where: Dave's place Warnings: PG-13, possibly higher for language and content
Dylan was usually pretty good at finding places to hide out when it rained, and it had been raining an awful lot, lately. There were shelters, awnings, fast food places when he had extra money (he didn't), churches, libraries, and other little nooks and crannies where the skinny boy and his backpack would fit. He'd found a decent place where someone had left a rectangle of green tarp over a window ledge, effectively shielding him from the rain. But then he had fucked it all up by looking down to where a small sprig of greenery had pushed up through the concrete, and somehow that caused him to remember a promise he had made, to exchange drawings for writing and all of the sudden he was running, almost sprinting through the rain. He was too far away from The Highway not to get soaked clear through to his bones, it was warm that day, so he was wet and uncomfortable, but not cold. As he ran, he pulled his backpack off of his back and put it on his stomach, hunching over to hide it from the rain. It didn't work as well as he hoped but at least it added a little weight to encourage him to keep running forwards.
Fuck, someone must have put some kind of air conditioning on in the apartment building because as soon as Dylan entered, his body completely soaked from the rain, he began to shiver. Water dripped unceremoniously from his nose and chin. He trudged up the steps of the complex and upon reaching Dave's apartment pounded on the door, spattering the large marijuana leaf that adorned it with rainwater. "Dave!" He called, shivering a little, "Open up, Jesus!" He felt (and looked), a bit like a drowned rat.