"Hello, there, ladies." Lance leaned closer to the two girls. One of them could not hold her giggle.

His ears could pick up another girl, down the hallway, gushing, "Oooh, that Lance Mcclain. Isn't he just handsome?"

Holding down his blush, he teased the two ladies a bit more.

"Lance, let's go," Hunk urged, looking at the clock that hung in the middle of the hallway. It was late after school ended and Lance was still flirting with some leftover girls.

"You know, every time I see him do that, I have the urge to barf just a little bit more," Pidge said to Hunk.

Hunk dragged Lance away.

"Aw man, it's raining!" Lance complained as the trio stepped outside. Hunk pulled out a small umbrella. Pidge happily went under the umbrella's refuge.

"Looks like there's no more room." Pidge teased.

"Psh, whatever, I don't need an umbrella anyway," Lance shot back, pulling on his hoodie.

The group soon split up. Lance sighed and stopped at his city's local park.

For Lance, there was always a warm feeling with the rain. A feeling in which all you want to do is sit outside and watch the rain fall to your lap. On days like these, Lance would usually bring out his headphones, put his backpack next to him, and quietly contemplate nothing on the bench.

Sometimes he would think about the unrealistic amount of homework he had sitting next to him. Other times he made plans in his mind to stop by the bakery, where a friend of his worked at.

Lance's phone had a plethora of 80's music that he failed at hiding from Hunk and Pidge. Lance probably gained his obsession for retro music from his parents, who were die-hard music lovers. On his playlist, Lance had songs like Beat it, September, and Don't Stop Me Now.

However, today was an exception.

Because, today, there was another boy sitting on Lance's bench.

The teenager seemed upset, or maybe that was just his stone-cold face and his crossed arms.

Lance hypocritically found it strange that somebody would just sit in the rain, doing nothing.

Sitting down, Lance smirked. "Hey there," he said with as much coolness he could muster.

The boy ignored him and scooched to the edge of the bench.

It began pouring to the point where Lance was going to get drenched if he stayed out too long. Still, Lance breathed and softly looked at the people rushing to shelter from the rain.

He wondered if the stranger next to him was doing the same thing. Lance risked a peek. The boy, dressed in a vibrant-red unzipped jacket, seemed to be staring off into the distance. His eyes were the kind of eyes that you could dive into, the pair where it seemed to lock you into this deep ocean of darkness.

The boy's hair was already soaked with rain water, and Lance wondered why the boy didn't just put on his hoodie.

The situation was already awkward as hell, but Lance didn't want to leave and make the person next to him feel bad. So, instead, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the millions of notifications he received from his classmates.

"Wanna go to the coffee shop nearby? Heard they brought back that mint-chocolate coffee."

Ew, Lance thought to himself, Who even likes mint-chocolate coffee?

And then there were some texts asking him for favors.

"Yo can I copy your homework for physics tmr?"

"Mcclain, can u give me Jessica's #"

Lance had the numbers to most of the student population, even though many of those people were sort-of jerks. Still, Lance enjoyed the attention, sort of.

Now he was getting annoyed. Was the boy beside him purposely ignoring Lance? Or was he too deep in thought to pay attention to him?

Lance spoke up. "So, uh, come here often?"

Lance's words taunted him. "Come here often?" His mind mocked. Yeah, sure. What's next, cool-boy? Jazz hands?

It irritated Lance when the boy didn't reply.

After a few moments, Lance got up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and told the boy with a straight face, "you should probably go home if you have one."

IF YOU HAVE ONE. You're pretty good at this, Lance.

Lance could barely even see his route home. He looked back and saw the boy's face looking curiously at him.

Something in his eyes told Lance that he didn't want to go home.

Still, Lance looked away and walked off.