Title: Drizzle
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: If you've seen "Hell-O", you're good to go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: I have yet to see many stories lately (and if I'm wrong, let me have it) that is told from a character's perspective. So, here I go.
Drizzle
"You know how awesome it is when it's just drizzling outside. But it's not really raining so it smells like rain, but you don't need an umbrella to go outside."
I was not expecting to pull into my driveway and see him perched upon my step. I was not anticipating the inability to breathe in and out like a normal human being.
Getting out of the car seems like a bad idea. The door is opened and I find my legs sliding out and maneuvering my body out. Guess I'm getting out. What surprises me most is I am the one moving my body towards him.
Still, he sits. Staring at me with those eyes (those damn eyes). His clothes are damp and water droplets slide down his flushed cheeks.
I wonder if the steps between my car and where he sits is 500 miles. (just stand in front of him, fold your arms, don't look him in the eye and most importantly, don't sit down)
I sit down next to him. We remain rooted to the cement for what seems at least a full length movie's time.
It's pouring now. Yet, neither one of us moves a muscle, much less breathes.
A shiver races down my spine as he extends his hand (how long have we've been sitting here?) and I grab on for dear life.
There could have been a damn tornado whipping around and all I would notice was the feeling of his finger faintly tracing an outline on the back of my palm (i could've sworn it was a heart).
"I told you I wouldn't give up that easily."
The moment our eyes connect, I'm becoming undone. I do not notice the rain letting up (who would really?). I do realize his lips on mine. And his hand that still holds mine clings to his chest (a brief replay of reminding him about his heart's location crosses my mind). How his arm made its way behind me and pulled closer than I ever thought possible. Is. Beyond. Me.
"It's raining." My voice is a whisper across his lips.
I feel him smile against my mouth (which only makes me want to jump his bones even more).
"It's just a drizzle."