Thorne scrolled aimlessly through newsfeeds, bored and frustrated. Everybody was doing something. Scarlet and Wolf had their farm, Cinder and Kai ruled their own countries, Iko with them.
Business had been slow in distributing the antidote to the plague, and him and Cress had seen almost everything. It's not like he WANTED the mass disease that has killed thousands of people and devastated the entire planet to return. He was just...bored.
Cress was humming to herself in the kitchen they had installed into The Rampion. She had been on a kick of cooking him and herself extravagant meals. Thorne didn't mind, even if the food wasn't perfect, it was pretty good.
He turned to the window, looking at the endless pouring and relentless rain. It poured and poured, the heavy raindrops pounding against the roof. The Northwest region of America was very wet. Endless rhythmless drumming.
Cress looked over to see her boyfriend's face troubled. She wordlessly shut off her portscreen and appliances and strode over to him. She sat down next to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"What's wrong Captain?" She
asked sweetly. He sighed, and Cress could see that his mind was elsewhere. He did wrap his arm around her, to which she snuggled closer in reply. Thorne was still watching the wet weather pour. His mind became aimless, letting his thoughts wander and then become memories relived.
Cress loved it when Thorne wrapped his arm around her slender shoulders. She could smell the rich scents of leather, Thorne's cologne, and his natural smell.
She had let her hair grow just below the shoulder blades, allowing her to be creative in her hairstyles. She liked it pulled back into something of a ponytail, with thin braids coming from the sides of her head and interlaced with the ponytail.
She looked up into her boyfriend's eyes, staring into nothing. She appreciated how hard he worked to make the rest of her life magical, making sure she saw everything she had been wishing to see for years.
She wrapped her thin arms around his muscled one, and pulled even closer. She let her own mind wander, recollecting memories of all the wonderful things that Thorne had taken her to see.
Thorne was lost in memories of his childhood. He remembered every winter, before it could snow, his family would fly to the southwest region of America. He loved the sandy beaches and crashing waves. He rememebered his mother buying him surfing lessons. Then it struck him. He knew exactly what to do for some fun.
Well, yeah it's a really short chapter. But I couldn't find anyway to stretch the darn thing out soooo...this is what you get. Hopefully I'll update soon.