10pm. Rainthuds. ZeroWind. Fingers of mist rolled off the roofs of my neighborhood houses which looked like giant ships anchored in a dead calm sea of darkness. Depression. Hopelessness. Sensitivity. I'm 18 year old Chase Ellison, and I'm sitting on the rainy front stairs that lead up to my suburbian home, lonely, still and blank. My black nike hoodie drenched, only revealing the lower half of my face, between droplets, I look down, unmoved, like a concrete statue, as if waiting for something to come save me from myself.
“Get a swimming pool”, came a boy's voice not too far in front of me, “On the other hand, an umbrella?”
I didn't look up. I didn't falter. Didn't answer. I heard his footsteps draw nearer. Felt him sit down on the step beside me. Felt the sideways splashing of the rain off him adjacent onto my side.
«What's wrong? Freaky. You've been sitting out here in the rain all night. Could see you from my window. Emo. I just had to know. I'm Justin Bieber…
