Hi there everybody!
Yes, I know, I'm terrible - I should've finished at least ONE of my many stories before starting a new one... And I'm seriously so so sorry, really. I just can't help myself.
I hope you still enjoy this, my newest work. I've already prepared a few chapters and I'm currently on break from uni so I can write more (hopefully, haha).

So, yeah, have fun!

(I'll always suggest you songs for each chapter - some just gave me the right moods, some had just so fitting lyrics. I hope you get to enjoy them while reading!)

Songs suggested for this chapter:
Foals - Birch Tree
Foals - Albatross

It was one of those days that made her almost feel guilty for being happy. The sky was covered in dangerously dark grey clouds and near the horizon lingered an intense hue of yellow, promising a thunderstorm.

Cosima sat in the streetcar that she always took home after she had been to the university. In her lap rested a book, opened, but she was too caught up by the wild beauty of nature outside to look down at the pages again. A small smile graced her lips. She took a few deep breaths, concentrating on the music she listened to.

Cosima liked this kind of weather, that was true. But it wasn't the cause of her good mood – it had been rainy like this for the past couple of days, even too much for her liking. It should be summer, god damn it! She wanted to spend the evenings outside on the small balcony of her apartment in one of the university-buildings together with her roommate Sarah and best friend Felix, drinking until the summer-sky finally turned dark just to grab their bikes for a short ride to the lake nearby and a midnight bath in the cold water.

In fact, she didn't really know what the cause of her good mood was. She just kinda had the feeling that this day had been good; good besides the weather and the boring lecture that she had endured today instead of staying home in bed even though she knew that it would have been the better choice. She was in a good mood even though there were a lot of exams coming up soon.
Not that Cosima cared anyway. She was quite a joyful person most of the time, able to find beauty in places where other people wouldn't even look. And she was a very thankful person. Had always been.

She raised one of her hands and felt her bracelets tingle when she reached up to twirl one of her dreadlocks between her fingers and finally closed the book on which she couldn't concentrate anyway, stuffing it into her backpack.

Just in time, actually, because the small display near the ceiling announced her stop and was already slowing. The brown-haired girl jumped and nearly sprinted to the door.

On her way out she saw a mass of blonde curls out of the corner of her eyes that grabbed her attention. She tried to get a look at the person with this amazing her, but wasn't able to until she left the sub – only to find herself staring directly into the face of said woman.

The woman had a slender face, high cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips where full and she was smiling… Oh god, and she had goddamn dimples! Cosima couldn't remember the last time that she had seen a person this beautiful. She wished that the woman would look at her, just for one second, so she could imagine her eye color in all of the daydreams that she would have of this beautiful stranger. But the beautiful stranger seemed to be very into the conversation that she held with the muscular man on the seat right across from her.

Standing there for what felt like an eternity, Cosima watched how the doors of the wagon closed and it took off, taking the beautiful stranger with it.

When Cosima reached her destination, she felt like she was soaked and wet to the bones. On her walk the promised thunderstorm had started and masses of rain poured down on her.

"Oh shite!", was the first thing she heard when she opened the door to her apartment. In the hallway, her flatmate Sarah stood with her mouth agape. "You look like you just stepped outta the fucking shower, Cos."

"Well, hi there to you, too." Cosima replied with a cocky grin. Sarah was wearing her usual Clash-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants – she obviously had stayed at home instead of going to today's lectures. As usual. But she still had managed all the semesters without taking an extra round so far, which was admittedly very impressive.

When Cosima tried to enter, Sarah grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her. "No no no. Don't you even dare to take another step. I swear, if you wet the entire floor you'll have to do the cleaning this month."

"Sarah, that's not fair!" Cosima exclaimed in faked shock. "It's your turn and it's certainly not my fault that I got into this fucking storm. Also… mind to inform me how I'm supposed to get dry if I'm not allowed to move, shithead?"

Sarah laughed, not at all impressed by the façade that her dreadlocked flatmate and friend had tried to pull on her. "Just stay where you are, kay?", she smiled. "I'll fetch you a towel and somethin' that you can use to put your clothes in."

"Thank you!" Before the words had left Cosima's lips, Sarah had already hurried away, her dark brown and curly mane waving after her.

"No prob!", came a muffled answer from the bathroom. She heard Sarah shuffling in there, then something clattering on the floor. "Shite! Man, I can't do anything right."

"You okay in there?"

"Yeah, it's fine, just the shower curtain again!" Cosima rolled her eyes. This goddamn shower curtain. She couldn't even remember how often they already had their Tony fix it (well, not really fixing, more like taping-it-to-the-ceiling).

Sarah finally returned with the promised towel and a garbage back.

"I'll leave you some privacy then, Cos. I'll be in the living room, don't even think of joining me without a beer." Sarah was obviously very pleased with herself. She loved to give orders, not in a bossy way, though, but more in a motherly-sarcastic-way. "Oi, and geek monkey, it's kinda your fault that you got into that – if you just stayed at home with me and watched Netflix, none of this would've happened!"

An hour later, Cosima sat with Sarah and Felix, who came over from his flat, on the couch in the living room. Outside it was still raining like crazy. Sometimes, for a split second when a lightning struck, the whole room was filled to the brink with light, reflecting of the white walls covered in funny postcards and posters of bands, until it got dark again. However, the thunder was progressively getting less audible, meaning the worst was over soon.

"So… we went to this bar, yeah?", Felix continued his story. "And Collin of course ordered some warm-up shots. You can imagine how the rest of the night went. I can't remember the last time that I've gotten this wasted, I swear by God."

"You're meant to swear on something that actually means anything to you, Fee.", Cosima chuckled. "Otherwise it's useless."

"Nothing really matters to Fee, you forgot?" Sarah replied, nudging her brother in the side.

"Oh, come on, I'm not that reckless!" He protested with a big pout. He was wearing make up as usual – something that really impressed Cosima, for she only bothered to put on eyeliner every morning. It was not like she would meet anyone she needed to charm with her looks anyway.

Suddenly, she remembered the woman on the streetcar. The blonde curly, fair skin and damn, these lips…

As fast as she could, she shoved the thought aside. Cosima would probably never meet her again for her university was a rather big one. The odds weren't in her favor. And even if she met her again, nothing would come of it.

The dreadhead returned to the conversation and left her train of thought to drive off, just like the streetcar with the stranger had.

So yeah, that's it! Hope you liked it so far!