I was on my way home. A gust of old chilly wind rustled the dead leaves. Old leaves went bonkers making farewell songs. I knew it was gonna rain. Clouds were scuttling like spiders of dark forest. Some covered the sun. It was dark and bit gloomy. I rode my bicycle as fast as I could. My adrenaline failed. So does my bicycle's chain. Desperate. Cold. Fear. It poured buckets and buckets. Cat and dog. I hate soaking. I'm not spongebob. Someone above started firing their water gun. Water bullets hit my head first. I hate soaking. The road is empty. There was closed door. So I knocked. Knocked. Knocked. A womenly voice came "who's there?" "Someone you don't know." I replied. "my parents aren't home." "Why would she say that?" I wondered.

I was freezing. "could you open the door please?" after a moment of hesitation she opened and I got in.

"I'm alone." she said once I got in. But but why? I wondered again.

"I'll leave once the rain ceased. " I said "ok."

She was nothing but a XXL white tshirt. She was cute upto my taste. She bought me a cup of hot coffee. We drank.

Rain was raining yet.

She suggested to play truth or dare? "ok"

She brought her dad's empty beer bottle. Swung it. It spinned like it wants release the pressure from its system. Bottle's top turned to her.

"truth or dare?" "dare" "pm me your exclusive selfie to me?" "ok" she said. somthing fishy..

I don't trust her.