I burrowed myself beneath the blankets in my bed as I winced every so often, because of the thunder and lightening. I absolutely hated storms, they always scared me and managed to rob me of sleep (I also blamed myself for being really jumpy). But this particular storm was a typhoon of sorts. This meant that this would go on forever. Or, rather, it would feel like forever, the forever being expanded over maybe three to five days, depending on how bad the storm is.

And the storm was pretty bad.

I heard a knock at the door; I swiftly rose at the sound. I got up from the bed, slowly, while thinking about what I should do. I pulled my nightgown (that had ridden up to my hips) down to make myself look decent. I padded across the floor and placed my hand on the doorknob. "Ro, it's me." Recognizing the voice, I opened the door to reveal the owner of the voice: Jason Hawthorn, my 'love', my 'only'.

I stood there, not really knowing what to say. "Oh, it's nice to seeing you too, Rowan!" he exclaimed with an over-exuberance of enthusiasm. I cracked a small smile. "May I come in?" I nodded and moved to the side, making sure to close and lock the door after he walked in. "Geez, I didn't know you wanted me all to yourself that badly." I smiled again, shrugging. "You're just so irresistible." He put on a pleased smile.

"I thought you would like some company," he stated, throwing himself on my bed. It's not what it looks like, I promise. We are just friends keeping each other company. So as you can imagine, I followed suit. He pulled the covers over us, just as another ear-splitting shriek of lightening struck somewhere. I instinctively clung to him as soon as the dreadful sound hit my ear, a reaction which caused him to chuckle. He I felt him run a hand through my hair, which seemed to soothe me. I relaxed into his chest, blocking my face from his view. I just wanted to get some rest on this terrible night, and Jason was so warm…

He shifted, moving ever so slightly. Was he uncomfortable? "Ro…?" I stayed still. "Ro, I know you're awake." I felt his fingers reach under my chin and tip it up to look at him, and I did. I waited for him to say something, but nothing came from his lips. I began to close my eyes; my brain ignored the erratic sounds outside. He must have known I was tired. I felt him shift again, and then I felt something else, pressure… on my lips…

I jerked away, opening my eyes to stare into his eyes. He seemed to be waiting for something. "There's no one around…" I began. He seemed to look perplexed. "…you don't have to do that." He paused; I could see weight of my words reflected in his eyes. "But, I want to." I gave him a confused look. "You… don't want me to?" His thumb gently moved over my chin. I seemed to stare off into space as my mind raced.

He withdrew his hand. I guess he thought I didn't want his touch, but that wasn't the case. I think I surprised him as much as I surprised myself by cupping his cheek with one of my hands and leaning in to kiss him. I delicately placed my lips onto his own; he could probably sense how unsure I was. But he kissed me back… and I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it.

I pulled my face away from his and dared myself to look into his eyes. But I couldn't read them, they seemed clouded. He probably didn't realize it, but he was just as mysterious as he made me out to be. "Rowan, I…" he started, yet stopped. My mouth moved, but nothing seemed to come out at first. Somehow, I managed to utter out: "…what?"

He smiled, shaking his head as he pulled me closer to him. He brought his forehead down to rest on mine. Moments passed before he spoke again, "You're my inspiration." I didn't know how to react; I just laid there. He brushed my bangs from my face before kissing my forehead. The only thing I can remember before drifting off to sleep was him sighing softly to himself and the sound of the wailing storm.