You were walking home in the rain, after a long day of Wendy’s relentless bullying. It was 4:00PM, and you would have your umbrella if Bebe hadn’t snapped the prongs on it. You let out a low sigh, mostly one of exhaustion and defeat, as you stumble into a puddle. Although, it was more of a hole full of water than a puddle, saturating both your shoes, socks, and ankles. You run a hand down your face, wiping off the excess water that was dripping down your face, mostly from the rain and crying. And what makes a shitty afternoon even better? You bump into another person on the sidewalk! Lucky you!

Stan stopped abruptly, his tired eyes lazily looking you over. He looked almost like a vampire with frosted tips, being so pale. He silently offered you his umbrella, rain trickling down the edges of it. He shrugged, watching you stand under it in a hurried plea to get out of the rain. The usually silent teen glanced at you, before speaking up, and you could tell by his tone that he was either pissed or extremely exhausted. And judging by his disheveled appearance, it was probably option 2.

Stan: “So, where to? I’m supposed to head to Kyle’s at around 4:30, so you’ve gotta be quick.”