Lana

"Are you okay?"
   It's a deep voice with an accent that speaks, and it startles me so much that I fall back from my swing. I instinctively scoot back a little. Some hair has fallen into my face, so I push it back, getting it tangled with the other knots in my hair.
Before me stands a hesitating boy. He seems to have tan skin, but I can't really tell. His dark hair reaches just above his shoulders. Like me, he's completely soaking, so it's matted down on his face.
He frowns slightly for a second, his hand extended out, but stiff, as if he's thinking whether to approach me or not. I just keep staring at him.
The boy seems to come to his senses; he places his small, yellow umbrella on the ground, and crouches down.
I don't blame him for hesitating. I probably look like a homeless person.
I won't force him to come near me if he obviously doesn't want to, so I stand up quickly. He does too.
"Yes," I say to break the silence, only it comes out raspy and unclear. How long has it been since I last talked to someone? Four, five days? I think six.
"What?"
I clear my throat. "Yes," I repeat. "Can I help you?"
   The guy seems taken aback, just a little. "I'm lost."
   "And you want me to help you." I meant to ask it, but it came out as a statement. He nodded and gave me a shy smile.
   Okay. So, given the fact that he's lost, has a Spanish accent, and is talking to me, the most frowned upon person this town, I can tell that this guy's obviously not from here.
   Should I help him? It's just showing him the way home. Ah, what the heck. It's not like I have anything better to do. Or anything at all, for that matter.
   "Okay," I say. "Where do you live?"
   He stares at me for a second, as if surprised I agreed. "Oh! Okay, eh, wow. Okay—"
   "Chill!"
   "Okay, sorry, sorry— do you know how to get to Seaside Apartments?"
"Oh," I say. That's not far, just a few streets away. "Yeah, uh, go down this road and then take a left down Ra—"
"No, no I mean—can you like, take me? I'm just really, very bad at directions."
   I stare. And stare a bit more. How do I even answer that? No, I don't know you and you scare me?

Juan

Oh Dios... She's probably weirded out now.

Lana
I'm really weirded out right now.

Juan
"You don't have to if you don't want to," I say, realising that I did freak her out, "Sorry I'll just— I'll just try to find my way back." I pick up my umbrella and close it. No point in using it if I'm already soaking wet.
I turn. I plan to run away as soon she can't see me anymore.
"Hold on," I hear her say. "I'll show you they way. C'mon."
And I'm so stunned that for a second I don't move. The girl beckons for me to follow once more.

Lana
I don't look at him and he doesn't look at me. I walk a few steps in front of him. A flash of lightning brightens the sky momentarily, and a few seconds later, the sound of thunder is heard.
    "Okay," I say, "this is getting awkward. I've never seen you around before. You new here?" He's obviously new here. I know everyone in this town, even if they don't know me.
"Oh," he says, "yeah. I, uh, moved here the other day."
    Huh. I wonder why. This is just a little town, right smack in the middle of nowhere. I glance back at him. He's fumbling with his umbrella. He's nervous, I can tell. (Then again, who wouldn't be? Walking with a stranger at night, basically trusting them with your entire life.)
   "Why?"  I question as we turn around a corner. We're almost there, maybe one street more.
   "My Ma. She has her reasons, I guess. All I know is that this town was 'cheap.'"
   I hum. We're here.
   "We're here," I announce.
   He looks up and smiles. "Thank you so much."
   I try to smile back, but it probably just looks like some sort of grimace. When was the last time I smiled a real smile? Can't remember.
   "Well,"  I say, "see ya." I turn to walk away. I most certainly do not hope to see him around. Won't be long 'till people tell him and be horrified by my family. By me.
    I'm going to run, just as soon as he can't see me.

A/n: wowowow it's been v long since I last updated this shit oops