The gentle murmur of rain hitting the ground sounded all around you, water droplets spilling from the clouds and rolling off the edges of your umbrella into the dirt. You stood outside a cabin, Noah next to you under an umbrella. The main focus here had been to just listen to the rain, to hang out. But it quickly seemed like Noah had different motives. He stood by your side, gaze fixed somewhere on the ground. They stayed that way for a while, then suddenly veered out from underneath the umbrella.

You turn your head quickly to call out for him, only to see Noah dive head-first into some mud. Great, you think quietly to yourself, just awesome. But, just as you assume it can't get much worse than that. He rolls in the mud. Which was even better. Definitely!

Both the realization and horror seem to dawn upon you as you begin to realize that you will need to dry him off afterwards...well shit.