It was raining.
It was raining and Cat could tell that her cute suede boots would soon come to an end. It was a shame considering she really liked those boots. They were magenta, matched her pretty skirt, sososo comfortable and she remembered that she wore them to her aunt's party last weekend and this handsome boy had chatted her up the entire night and he smelled like cinnamon which caused her to vividly describe her theory on how she whole heartedly believed she was keeping Big Red in business. So she did what had to be done if her boots were ever to survive this horrible storm.
"What are you doing?" He asked, both amused and curious at Cat's slight frown directed toward Hollywood Arts exit.
"Telling the rain to stop."
"You're not talking."
"Rain can't talk silly! I'm using my mind."
"Hmm, I thought you liked pina coolatas and getting caught in the rain?"
"C'mon Beck! United we can beat this beast that is precipitation!"
"But I like the rain."
"Shhhhh, it's listening!" She whispered.
Now Beck was used to Cat's eccentricity, but he wasn't about to join her. He really did like the rain. And judging by how her face was slowly morphing into the color of her hair and kept twitching into different contortions, communication seemed more painful than productive. He smiled anyway and proceeded to open his umbrella.
"Now now Cat, leave the poor rain alone before you hurt its feelings. I'll give you a ride home." He said while petting her head and crouching down so that the umbrella covered both of them. He then tried to think of a plan that would avoid getting them too wet, maybe if they headed east first and walked under the-
"Kaykay!" She chirped before clutching his sides and bolting towards Beck's truck.
To say Beck was surprised was an understatement. Who knew that Cat, who really resembled a red smurf more than an actual teenager, could run so fast? In four inch heels no less! However, they made it to Becks truck breathing heavily and a little pink in the face, but alive. Beck proceeded to drive while some overplayed song hung in the air softly. After a few minutes of cautious automobile handling and many prayers to God pleading to spare him from hydroplaning, Beck stopped in front of her house and they sat there listening to the rain drown out the buzzing of the radio for a moment. He looked at Cat while she fiddled with her phone. He envied Cat's demeanor. She always walked around with an easy and genuine smile on her face. As if she was completely unaware that life was a big enigma seasoned with complications and wrapped inside a burrito. He wondered if it was her hair that made her so gosh darn happy. Or maybe all that color she wore.
Cat took the opportunity of Beck seemingly trying to make out what song was playing on the radio and hugged him, ruffled his hair and sped off with his umbrella to her house. When she was in the confines of her own home she let the breath that she had been keeping since Beck interrupted her conversation with the rain out. With dread piled in her heart her large doe eyes slowly made their way downward.
Relief! Her boots had survived without a single drop! She always knew she liked Beck, he was so nice. And he smelled like cinnamon. She felt a vibration in her pocket and pulled her phone out. The blue hue from the screen lit up her face as she smiled from ear to ear.
Message from Beckkkk :)
I didn't like that umbrella anyway.