Damp, cold, angry, frustration, confusion, scared, and fear ran through Spinel's mind as she continued to run. The rain started to pour down a little heavier as she ran. Her chest started to hurt from running for so long. Breath, I have to breath, I have to... Spinel's mind snapped back to reality just in time for her to trip and fall on the pavement, the palm of her hands being scrapped from the impact along with her knee.

   Spinel's face was red as she panted, she winced as she slowly stood up. Her senses started to come back to her, and she then felt pain. Pain from scrapping her hands and knees, pain from her lungs lacking oxygen, emotional, and mental pain. Spinel slowly made her way to a bench, shivering and cursing at herself for forgetting to grab her jacket for the day. Why was I running? Wait....why am I crying?... She asked herself, her fingers slowly going over her cheek and she pulled them away, revealing that her fingertips were stained with her makeup. Spinel turned her hand over and noticed that her knuckles were red from her blood, and slightly swollen. Was I punching something earlier?.... She asked herself quietly. Spinel closed her eyes and tried to think back to earlier that afternoon. She remembered Steven coming to sit with her, she remembered that he was frustrated at her for putting herself down. Then the next thing she knew, she blacked out for a bit.

   Spinel tried her best to see if something happened when she blacked out, one thing she heard was someone asking her a question. Spinel gasped a little as she suddenly remembered that it was Steven asking who hurt her. She shivered as she became even colder and soaked from the rain. Her large pink pigtails hung low from the water, her black long sleeved shirt that was worn underneath her dark pink t-shirt that had a black skull on it, and her black shorts becoming even more soaked. The black and pink striped stockings that she wore were ripped and her knee bleeding a bit. Spinel figured that she should get up soon and make her way home, but whimpered from the pain.

   Soon the rain stopped falling on her, she looked up from the ground and noticed that someone was holding an umbrella above her head. She looked to her right and noticed that Steven was holding an umbrella, that had a rose decal on it, over the both of them. Steven was also a bit red in the face and panting softly, as if he was running. "Are you ok?..." The first words coming out of him, in which Spinel responded by looking away. Steven then sat on the wet bench, not caring if his pants got wet. Spinel continued to look away until she felt something on her head, it was then she noticed that Steven removed his jacket and placed it on her head in a comforting way. "Let me see your hands?..." Steven asked softly, removing his back pack and pulling out a few Band-Aids. Spinel shivered as she looked at him slowly, she then turned to face him completely and held her hands out to him. Steven handed her the handle of the umbrella, in which she reluctantly took. Steven then took one of Spinel's hands in his hand and observed her scraps on that hand.

BA-DUMP

   Spinel's face seemed a bit surprised, she just.....felt something....and it kinda scared her a bit. Steven proceeded to apply the band-aids to her palm and knuckle. Soon the same was done to her other hand. "Sorry, this might be a bit weird but your knee is bleeding..." Steven stated softly before kneeling in front of her and beginning to pull her stocking down. Spinel blushed a bit from his bluntness, and was surprised he'd do this without another thought.

    "I'm sorry...." Steven spoke softly "I'm sorry for making you angry at me, I didn't mean to...." He apologized before applying the band-aid to her knee. Spinel seemed a bit confused at his words, it was then that she suddenly realized that she blacked out on him and possibly have punched him many times. "I'm sorry for punching you..." Spinel whimpered her apology. Steven looked up at her before standing up and sitting back down next to her. "It's ok, I'm just lucky I grabbed that trash can lid before your fists hit my face" he chuckled softly. "I didn't punch you directly?..." Spinel asked softly. "No....wait, you don't remember?" Steven asked, a bit surprised. "No, no I-I....I sometimes black out when I get too angry and...." Spinel's words trailed off and she looked away at the rain. Spinel thought for a minute, something was different about her blackout. Usually when she blacked out, it was because she was pissed at someone, but this time she realized that she was angry at herself.

   "Do you need a tissue?..." Steven asked, indicating that it looked like she was about to cry again. Spinel shook her head in response, which meant no. Steven gave a small sigh before looking at the falling rain "do you want to talk about it?..." He asked gently. "No...." Spinel replied softly, she definitely didn't want to get into that topic just yet. Steven looked at her gently for a few seconds "do you want me to walk you home?.." he asked gently as he stood up. Spinel refused to look at him, but responded with shaking her head yes. Steven held his hand out for Spinel to take, in which she reluctantly agreed to do.

  BA-DUMP

   There was that feeling again and Spinel grabbed Stevens hand when she stood up. She kept a straight face, but inside her mind, she was more confused then anything. What was this feeling? At the moment she didn't even know. Steven wrapped his arms around Spinel's shoulders and held her close to him as they walked so they'd have enough space to be protected from the downpour. After about twenty minutes or so, the two of them arrived at Spinel's house. Spinel limped up her porch with Steven following from behind.

   "Will you be ok for now?" Steven asked, collapsing his umbrella since they were in the cover of the front porch canopy. Spinel nodded in response "thanks..." She replied before heading to the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow right?" Steven asked, watching her walk to the door. For once, that idea didn't mind Spinel at all. "Yea...see ya tomorrow" she replied before heading inside. Steven watched her disappear into the house before giving a sigh and making his way down the front porch, and starting his trek back home.

   Spinel sighed as she leaned back onto the front door from inside her house, she then felt a fabric that was foreign to her. Her hands reached up and she then felt a comforting fabric and buttons. Spinel gave a soft gasp as she pulled Stevens jacket off of her head. It seemed that both Steven and Spinel forgot about the jacket, or did Steven let her wear it for the time being.? Spinel stared at the pink fabric, and then proceeded to put it on. It felt very comfortable, but calming as she stuck her arms through the appropriate sleeves. She hugged the jacket close to her chest, not even bothering to button it up. The thought of her needing to return the jacket soon saddened her, but at the same time she knew she had to do the right thing. If there was one thing that she wasn't, she wasn't a thief. Spinel sighed as she limped to her room, not bothering to come out for the rest of the evening.