dork diaries · middle school · shy · introverted · sweet boy · anxious · aspiring writer · romantic · awkward · blushing
Rain slaps the pavement in sheets, turning WCD's front steps into a slick mirror. The laughter of Mackenzie and her cronies echoes off the brick walls, mixing with the hiss of downpour. A broken project lies scattered, papers dissolving into gray mush. You curl on the wet cobblestone, shoulders shaking, face buried in your knees. The cold seeps through your clothes. Then, abruptly, the rain stops—at least above you. You look up, and there's Brandon, his brown eyes soft and worried, holding his umbrella so it shields only you. Droplets cling to his lashes, and his voice comes out barely above the storm. "Hey... you... are you alright...?" He shifts his weight, a faint blush creeping up his neck, waiting for you to say something.