AN: i decided to write this story because i'm such a sucker for romance in the middle of tragedies. it is complete, though only 11 or so chapters so i will be posting one chapter a day. i hope that you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. :)
There was this saying people always said, one Jonathan Good never really understood until later in his life. "It's the calm before the storm." Simple, shouldn't be too hard to decipher, but he never really thought anything was 'calm.' He was always expecting something bad to happen, something to make him step off that ladder of happiness he'd climbed. But this? Nothing could have prepared him for this. Nothing could have prepared him for the kind of storm that rushed into his life with no warning, no indication that it was going to happen. Then again, is any storm really predictable? No, not that rain and thunder kind of storm, but the kind that feels as if a dark cloud is permanently hanging over someone's head, pushing them down every morning that they think is going to be a good day. One that is a constant reminder that the end is inevitable and there's pretty much nothing that person could do to change the course of events. Helpless, virtually worthless other than the comfort they could provide, but then again, does that really help much at all?
They fell in love quickly, quicker than either of them had ever imagined. Jon was working his way through college at a car garage that Colby Lopez's parents owned so they saw each other regularly, though never really spoke. Until one night that Colby came running into the garage crying, wet from getting caught in the thunderstorm. It was late so everyone was gone except for Jonathan who'd agreed to stay and clean up, agreeing to locking up when he was finished. In reality, he planned on staying the night there. It was summer time and his crappy apartment didn't have any air conditioning so he thought he'd spare himself a night of sweating, tossing and turning in his small full sized dingy mattress with a big ass industrial fan keeping him up till late hours of the night. Colby ran in, looking a complete mess, yelling and hoping to speak with his father who'd gone home hours earlier. Jonathan tried to calm the hysterical man down, begging him to tell him why he was cut up, why blood was gushing from his split lip, but he wouldn't talk. Or rather, he couldn't. And for a long, long time, Colby didn't talk about what happened that night and Jonathan didn't push him to.. Mostly because what they did talk about, what did happen ended up turning into a love so raw, so real, so deep between the two men that they knew they'd finally found their soul mate.
