trufax
“So then I walk into the hallway to find the new guy from next door shaving someone’s head and-aw crap.” Gwen looked down in dismay at her long-sleeve shirt. It was hardly suitable protection against the cold and wet. “Why’d it have to start raining now?”
“I didn’t know that it was supposed to rain today,” said Lloyd. He reached out a hand from under the awning. “It’s really pouring.”
The girl gave a deep sigh. “I should’ve brought my umbrella. Oh well. Ready to run?”
“Huh? Oh, alright.” Lloyd stepped forward, he pulled his hood over his head for good measure; even if it was made of cotton it was comforting to have on. He bent his knees as if the line of coral hexagonal tiles were the starting line of a running course. “Three, two, one…”
“Go!” And with that the two dashed from the shelter of the gym. Gwen tilted her head downwards in hopes that the fat rain droplets pelting her wouldn’t mar her vision too badly (it didn’t help).
When they were a quarter of the way back, she heard the sound of his footfalls stopped and turned around. Lloyd was a few feet behind her, his hands on his knees as he gave deep breaths. Gwen rubbed her arms vigorously, hoping the harsh friction would provide some measure of warmth to them.
“Maybe we should start jogging every other day or something. Your endurance seriously needs work.” Despite the cold, there was a playful mockery to her voice. Also, she didn’t bother hiding an accompanying smirk-it was dark anyway.
Lloyd pretended to ignore her tone of voice. “Sounds like a good idea,” he wheezed out. “Jus’ call me when you do.”
Once Lloyd caught his breath, the pair of them resumed their journey. Out of pity, Gwen called off their “race” and declared that they jog-walk the rest of their way back to the dorms.
"You know, doesn't this remind you of those old cliche boxing movies where the protag's running in the rain and practicing his moves?" she spoke, hunching her shoulders and punching the air in quick little jabs.
"I don't think they ever train in the rain," Lloyd mused. "But if so, we just need "Eye of the Tiger" to start playing right about now," Lloyd mused. He smiled upon hearing Gwen give a short burst of laughter in response.
The rain had briefly reduced to a brief drizzle, only to pour down harder not long after. Gwen found herself wiping her face with her sleeve every few steps. She turned down Lloyd offer to lend her his jacket, mumbling about how there wasn’t any point since it wasn’t waterproof as she wiped away the strands of hair plastered to her face. She felt her cheeks warm up though, and immediately put her hands to them so that they could absorb the heat.
Once they reached the entrance to Gwen’s hall, she fumbled for her keycard with numb fingers. “Dude, this thing’s warmer than my hands. The hell?”
Lloyd chuckled in return, patting her shoulder. “Hurry up and get inside so that you don’t get sick.” He walked off, shouting behind him, “Good night!”
“Night!” she replied, praying that her voice had remained steady. Gwen didn’t have to look in a mirror to feel the idiotic grin on her face, or the sudden warmth in her chest.
It took a few more minutes before she managed to maneuver the keycard into the slot. She gave a sigh of relief as she swung the door open.
How did my day go? Wonderfully!