Hoorah! A new chapter.
Rain drenched the earth and the sky cracked open for pieces of electricity to sting the Earth below. The Earth responded with thunder, and shook with the force of-
Well, not literally, but that was about as good as I could make the storm currently seem, because it wasn't like that at all, today so far was shit, and made even worse by the rain.
I woke up slightly late this morning, and in my race for the door, I didn't have my morning coffee, which I would regret later.
Out on the cold, wet street, there wasn't a single Taxi to be seen. Wonderful, right when i needed one. So I had to walk to work which luckily was only a few streets away, but it was through the pouring rain and cold wind, and therefore took longer to get there.
When I finally arrived at work, I was an hour late and completely soaking wet. So my boss fired me on the spot. Just like that, he didn't ask for any excuses, just told me to get out.
Sigh, I tried to convince myself that the pay was lousy anyway, but I did like that job of working at the pet store on Pepper St. It was fun.
So I had to walk home again, exhausted, cold, and terribly drenched. Puddles splashing up with every step, and rain pouring down.
I really needed a coffee now.
Puddles turned to small lakes and leapt up at my legs as I desperately tried to side-step them, with no luck. Not sure why I was still bothering to keep dry, it wasn't working. No Taxis at all. Even better.
May as well stop looking, I'm almost back at my flat now anyway.
Slightly sheltered by the overhang above the door, I relaxed a bit, and went to take my keys from my pocket. The familiar jingle of my billion key rings on them, comforted me, and I turned the keys, and stepped into my cold, but at least it was dry, flat.
Shutting the door behind me, I peeled of my sodden coat, and slipped off my shoes. My socks were drenched, but I didn't have the energy to take them off, so I just sloshed into the kitchen and boiled the kettle. I really needed a coffee now.
When the kettle had boiled, I poured myself a cup, and headed upstairs, what I needed now was a good book.
Upon entering my room, I had to clamber over a few piles of clothes and a chair to even get into it. Maybe I should do something about that. Nope.
I glanced around, and my eyes fell on the poster, that just a few days ago, Benedict Cumberbatch had written his phone number on. I still couldn't quite believe it.
In a spur of the moment decision, deciding that this day seemed worse enough, I snatched my phone up out of my pocket and set to work thinking of sending him a text.
Ten minutes into thought I abandoned the idea, and my phone, and decided on a shower instead.
The water quickly warmed me up, and I began to feel extraordinarily tired, which was unusual, I'm nearly always
resilient to exhaustion.
Before I passed out, I managed to turn of the water and find my favourite pyjamas.
It was only 5:00, but maybe the extra sleep would do me good, so without a second thought, I snuggled up under the covers and fell asleep almost instantly.
I must have been exhausted, and very lucky that the next day was a Saturday, because it was 10:00 in the morning when I was awoken by knocking at my door.
Yawning and mentally killing whoever it was at the door, I managed to find my dressing gown, and nearly fell down the stairs again.
Opening the door, I battled back another yawn, shielded my eyes from the bright morning light, and tried to make any sense of the person standing in front of me.
Ginger hair, bluey-green eyes, tall… and suddenly I was swamped by butterflies again.
Benedict, again? Not that I was complaining.
"Hey, what brings you back to my flat?" I asked, slurring a bit, from morning tiredness.
"I seem to have a habit of waking you up," Benedict laughed, "No reason this time, I just wondered if you'd like to have coffee?" He gestured to me and continued, "If you want, and don't plan on going straight back to bed again. I have a bit of free time and yeah…" he trailed off and glanced at my doormat, or his feet, I'm not sure.
"Yeah, (OHMIGAWSH HE IS ASKING ME OUT FOR COFFFEE), Umm, sure! Come in, excuse the mess, bit of a bad day yesterday…" I opened the door wider and Benedict followed me into my trashed flat, "Hold on a sec, I'll go get changed, make yourself at home." I smiled at him and quickly hopped up the stairs, avoiding a pile of books that sat teetering precariously on the edge of one of the steps.
As I shut the door to my room behind me, I panicked.
This was really happening.
I was going out to coffee, with Benedict.
What.
Yes, ok, I lied. its not a one-shot, but now a multi-chapter fic! Woooo! *throws confetti* ok I'm done.
next chapter will be up in the next few hours/day/month.
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