Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

"But... you're soaking wet..."

Smiling as more rain dripped off his hair and onto the ground, he told the redhead there was no need to apologise.

The red head apologised and looked down at the floor.

"Long enough to get soaked." He grumbled, he was absolutely dripping wet.

Skye chuckled weakly
"How long've you been out..." he asked whilst trying to avoid the drips of water coming off of Carlos.

Smiling slightly, rain dripped from strands of his hair and onto the ground. It was clear by just looking at him that Carlos was complete drenched.

Skye looked up at Carlos, his eyes red from crying.
"sorry...."

Continuing to search, the rain fell harder. Finally seeing his friend, he ran over to him. The height of the older man sheltered the red head from the rain slightly.

Skye heard him but didn't reply. He was concentrating on avoiding the water.

As the rain continued to pour down, Carlos became drenched in rain by still determined to find his friend. He began to call out his name, hoping for a reply.

The young man wasn't too far away from where the green haired man lived. He was shaking, it had started raining only a few minutes ago and the red head and gone to the driest place he could find, although he knew it wouldn't remain dry for too long.
His lips had a blue tinge to the them, it was bizzare seeing as Skye had come from somewhere where it snowed non-stop that he was suffering like this.

Standing tall, he grabbed his jacket and slung it over himself and zipped the front. Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked outside in search of his friend.

Skye couldn't bring himself to move, the memories were too painful and felt too fresh. Holding himself he rocked backwards and forwards.

The dark haired male now sat silently on his floor, the door wide open. He thought that he had caused all the problems and forced Skye to run away, the mere thought of that brought tears to Carlos' eyes.

"I ... I just need some fresh air..." he said croakily as he ran from the house crying. Skye wasn't used to this kind of attention, and it had bought back old memories that he'd tried to keep hidden of his parents. Falling to his knees he cried.

Stopping his tracks, the older male slumped down staring vacantly at the floor. "But..." He muttered, almost in tears himself.

He shook his head stubbornly and looked away, his eyes were brimming with tears.

Carlos now looked more upset than ever, blaming himself for Skye's sudden decision to leave. He began to apologise and plead for Skye to stay.

He shrugged. A wave of depression had just swept over the red head and he didn't want to cry in front of Carlos. He hated doing it at the best of times.

Standing up, stumbling slightly, Carlos looked distraught.
"What...? Why?" He asked, following Skye around.

"Hmph..." Skye got up "I'm leaving..."
The red head walked out of the kitchen leaving Carlos there. Pulling his trousers back on after the bath and then his shirt he sighed.

"Then shut up." He mumbled, slumping down on Skye sleepily.

The red head flinched, and glared rubbing his arm.
"That actually hurt..." his speech still slurred.

"Stop it!" Carlos slurred, punching Skye again.

The punch just made Skye giggle even more, he couldn't help it.