Squinting up at the sky, a silver haired teen let the drops of rain hit their face. The raindrops hit gently and rolled off, creating somewhat of a relaxing feeling. He knew that he was probably soaked, but he didn't care. He had a black raincoat on, the hood pulled down, so as not to collect raindrops in the back. The liner of said hood was getting pretty wet anyway, but once again, the boy paid it no mind. A particularly large raindrop hit square in the middle of his eye, and the boy flinched in surprise. Turning his face back forwards, he blinked a few times, the extra water flowing out.

Clearly, any passerby could see the boy was now frustrated. Although letting the rain hit his face had calmed him, that single raindrop snapped him back to reality. The rain had earlier washed away his most recent chalk drawing, and that ticked him off. Not only had he just drawn it the day before and spent hours on it, but everyone, including the weather channel, kept telling him it would be sunny all week. Foolish of him to believe that weather channel. They were almost never right.

Sighing, the young boy watched cars go by, slower than usual because of the wet roads. Not many people wanted to get into accidents, and only some daredevils risked going at high speed on a wet road. Though, were they daredevils or idiots. Deciding such people were the latter, Isaac frowned. Realizing his foot had fallen asleep, the fifteen year old shifted which foot he leaned on, and looked sadly down at the sidewalk. Mixed in with the rain were streaming pastel colors, running over the curb and into the gutter. He had laid the chalk down thick, so there was still more left. The boy, attached to his art, and with nothing better to do, decided to stand there, watch, and wait as the rain cleaned his artwork away. Although he carried two cans of spray-paint, one blue, the other brown, he realized he would do nothing with them. That was, until the weather cleared. Even then, he would have to wait for whatever surface his target was to dry.

Maybe he could graffiti the inside of a building today, versus the outside. Though, he realized that was even more illegal and there weren't many abandoned buildings around. Even so, if he found an abandoned building, blank spots wouldn't be common. Most people used those as their prime practicing grounds. Raising his hood of the raincoat up over his head, Isaac stuck his hands in his pocket, staring at the blurred chalk. The drawing had been of a boat on water. The boat was highly detailed, small people standing on the deck in sailor's uniforms, jeans and shorts, and other casual clothes. Under the green and blue sea, one could somewhat make out shadows of fish schools as well as a whale. The waves were sometimes topped with ridges of white chalk, which he had used his finger to blur in slightly. In his drawing, the water had sparkled and moved, the people on the boat relaxed, chatted, and laughed, and the fish swam. But now it was ruined, the rain washing it away.

As he stood there casually, watching the puddle slowly draining off the sidewalk, Isaac briefly glanced some strange girl running to her car. It was a rather humorous sight, but the boy didn't laugh. He'd look like some sort of psycho, chuckling with his head facing towards the ground. Insta-padded cell recipe, in his eyes. The chalk drawing, he saw with some appreciation, now sort of looked like a real ocean. The puddle it was in had grabbed the chalk colors from all of the substance caked on there. The dark blues, some black, sea greens, dark green, gray, and various other colors swirled in the collected rain water, looking somewhat like some sort of sea to him. This thought made him happy, and he briefly considered taking a photo. Though, his phone didn't have such great quality pictures, and it wouldn't amount to much.

If he really wanted to take photos, he'd have to run home and get the camera. By the time he got back, the effect would probably be gone, or someone would have stepped in the puddle. The grey haired boy planned on watching the colorful puddle until all the color was completely gone, because it looked interesting. Although, quite a bit of chalk would probably still be left over after the rainstorm, depending on how long it was and how heavy the rain got.

Watching the water collect on the ends of his hair, Isaac followed the drop as it fell into the puddle, where it created a small ripple. But the ripple was hardly noticed among the more harsh ones from the rain drops. With a sigh, the boy considered that maybe a chair would've been a good idea. After all, standing was making his feet, knees and hips sore. Anyway, there was no doubt that after a while, leaning over to stare at the puddle would make his back as well as his neck cramp up. Rocking on his feet, the boy was careful not to fall over.

However, his plan was ruined when some scrawny person's shoulder rammed into his back. There was an exclamation of surprise from the grey-haired teen as he toppled forward. Hitting the pavement, he barely protected his nose from breaking by putting his hands about five inches in front of his face. By the force of the impact, the gap was shrunk to one inch. As he hit the ground, there was a resounding 'sploosh', and he could guess what happened.

Sitting up, Isaac looked at himself. Although swirls of chalk-colored water on a black raincoat did produce an interesting effect, the boy was angry. Not only had that been his activity for the day, but it did not produce an interesting effect on his light gray pants. He'd have to wash it out before putting it in the machine, or else the chalk would just spread around. Glaring at the back of the 'bumper' that was only about a foot away, Isaac shouted loudly, and angrily, "Hey, punk, watch where you're going next time, will ya!?"

Though normally he was nice and easy-going, Isaac didn't forgive people when it came to his artwork. Hearing the bass booming out of the kid's headphones, though, he quickly realized that the other boy probably couldn't hear him. Standing up, he marched right over, and grabbed the kid's shoulder to get his attention. Although it wasn't a hard one, it wasn't a light fairy touch either. One would notice it, but not get hurt by it. Without the blue shades, the grey haired boy's eyes were far more piercing, and glared fiercely, bound to scare the pants off of someone who didn't know him. Any of his classmates, though, would probably laugh about him getting angry at all; a humorous sight for them indeed.

Although his temper was receding slightly, Isaac was still a tad ticked off. This guy just knocked him into a puddle, and know he was asking who he was? The rain wasn't helping with the silver-haired boy's mood, and he decided today was indeed a cruddy day. As the boy pulled away, he let his grip loosen and his hand fell back to his side. Now he just sort of stood there, taking a deep breath before he decided to respond. After all, getting into a fist fight or such a thing over a puddle was just silly on a rainy day.

As his gaze looked the boy in the eye, some bell rung in his head, he knew this guy. Though, in the rain it was a little difficult to tell just who it was. After all, he also hadn't seen the boy in a few years. Folding his arms, the look on Isaac's face still held slight annoyance as he spoke. What would he do for the rest of the day? Sit at home bored? No way he would do that, far too boring for him.

Raising his voice only slightly to be heard over a car that rushed past, he said with a slightly snappy tone, "You should watch where you're going, you knocked me into my artwork!" Isaac then paused, glancing at the puddle and turning back again, mumbling, "Well, what's left of it..."

"Anyway!" he continued, "Next time don't deafen yourself, and kepe your shoulders to yourself! No one appreciates being knocked into, y'know?" The last part was followed by heavy, clearly aggravated, sigh.

Slightly raising a brow, Isaac watched the boy curiously. Normally, when he yelled at someone, they got angry and yelled back. However, this child was acting completely different. He was apologizing profusely about something that wasn't all too dramatic. After all, the rain had already ruined his artwork, so that didn't matter much. Even though he was angry, the way this kid was embarrassing himself made Isaac feel back for getting mad. Listening to the voice the other boy sputtered out, it once again struck a familiar bell. Sounded a lot like Colin. But, no, he had moved away, hadn't he?

Thinking on this, Isaac definitely remembered Colin moving away. So, he wouldn't be here. It was just another random dude not being careful about where he walked. Patting the kid on the shoulder, he gently said, "Really, dude, it's okay. The rain already ruined the artwork and already soaked me. So, there's no need to get upset about it. Sorry I yelled," Isaac said, then looking at the kid, added, "are you going to be alright?"

After all, the other child seemed to be breaking down over all of that. Though, it was probably just an over-reaction of both people. Isaac knew he shouldn't have made such a big deal about it, and hoped this kid wasn't one of those shut-in kids who never got scolded. Because, if it was, that probably meant he was filthy rich and had some psycho dad that would sue Isaac's family just for upsetting the kid; and really, he didn't want to trouble his own family with that. Hoping the kid would realize Isaac wasn't angry anymore, he stuck his hands in his pocket casually, and sort of stood there, waiting for the boy to calm down.