Contrast.
NateCaitlyn.
dark dark dark Dark DARK light.
light light Light LIGHT.
He is him. The sensitive boy with the dark curls and the dark eyes and the light light smile and the light skin.
She is her. The loud girl with the light dark curls and the dark dark eyes and the dark dark nail polish and the darker skin.
dark.
It is dark and rainy outside when he sees her.
He's going out for a midnight jog, even though it's much later than midnight. He likes the rain, likes it to engulf him and swallow him up and overwhelm him and finally clean him.
(And he likes dark things. It's weird, because he's a young boy right, and young boys like lighter things like cherry flavored lip gloss and girls with bright blonde hair but no, he likes the dark.
It's kind of how he likes the rain.)
She's drenched from the rain. The rain is pouring down and her normally shiny curly brown hair is matted and sticking to her face as she hugs herself in a feeble attempt to shut herself out from the cold.
He sharply veers off the course he was taking and finds himself running to her.
It's only when he gets close to her that he notices the droplets running down her cheeks are tears and not the rain.
(She likes the rain too, it washes over her, washes over her tears and replaces them with water of a different kind.)
There's no mascara running down—she's not wearing any makeup. It's hot, he thinks to himself. And then he rebukes himself for thinking that about a girl who is so obviously in pain.
And then he sits down to wipe her tears.
She isn't sobbing; it's more like dry-heaving. She sniffs a couple of times and her face is red and splotchy. It's not pretty, but he finds himself attracted to her anyway.
"Nate?"
He looks away, finding that even in a time like this she has the ability to make his cheeks flush a rosy color. Instead, he just shyly puts his arms around her waist and lets her fall back onto his chest.
Her parents. Broken up for good this time. They say that everytime. But this time it has a different ring to it.
He understands.
She finds comfort and stability being enveloped in his strong wiry arms.
They stay like that.
They fall asleep tangled into each other, and when she wakes up the rain has stopped.
He is sleeping softly, his arms still around her.
She opens her eyes and squints into the sun for a minute, then rests her head on his shoulder again.
The sun. It's a ray of sunshine on a bright and cheery morning.
They run into the sun together, hand in hand.
light.
author's note: Okay, first fanfiction. Ever. I am totally nervous and totally anxious about how it is—which is, by my opinion, pretty bad. Convince me otherwise in a review?
…I totally copied that off of someone else because I liked it. I'm not sure what their screenname is, though. So if the above sentence sounds familiar like it's yours, thank you for letting me borrow it and hope I don't offend anyone ;)
I would also love to give a shout to my awesome beta reader, DramaticStarlet! Btw, if I haven't told you this already, I totally worship you. No, seriously. You have some coolio stuff going on there ;)
3 adrienne.