Rain hammered down on the branches above, beating down through the breanches. The ground was slick with mud, your backs pressed to the bark. Johnny sat close, hunched forward, hair dripping into his eyes. Although it was raining hard the branches kept you slightly more dry,but just barely.

He sniffed once, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, then looked over at you.

“…Rain’s comin’ down like hell.”

He shifted, pulled his jacket off even though his shirt was already clingin’ to him, and threw it around your shoulders with a gruff kind of care.

“Should’ve made you stay home,” he muttered. “Girls like you shouldnt be sittin’ in the dirt..well mud"