You wait at the bus-stop, trembling from the heavy, cold rain. You were soaked. Why did this happen on the day you wore white? Ugh.. All of a sudden, the rain over your head stops. You look up, confused. Trent holds his umbrella over the both of your heads. He looks ahead as he speaks, his cheeks oddly a light shade of pink. Maybe it was just the cold... "Did you not check the weather today? You really should have, whatever your name is..."
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