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Music and Motorcycles ch. 4 – Cold AND Wet
I closed my eyes as I slid down the door to sit on the cool tiles, and drew my knees to my chin. Being wet makes you cold! But sometimes it's worth it. My reminiscing was cut short by a bout of shivers. Ok cold reaching unbearable levels! Hopping up, I kicked off my soaked converses and pulled off my sweater – which was equally wet – and threw it on the rad. I bounced on my toes for a few seconds, rubbing my arms to get back some feeling, and then dashed to the bathroom. Hot shower! Now!! I could barely feel my toes.
An hour later I padded back downstairs with multiple layers, looking a bit like a marshmallow. Oh well, at least I was warm. I put the kettle on and groaned looking at the trig work that still needed doing.
All of my work had been mostly ignored as Jacob and I talked. Having lived here his whole life, he knew a lot more about the rainy little town than I did. I'd been here almost 4 years, and though that wasn't technically considered "new", I was still a bit of an outsider. I moved here at 13 from Vancouver, it was quite a switch at the time, but I soon got used to it.
-earlier-
"Did it never bug you, moving from a big city to a tiny place like this?" Jacob stared at me puzzled.
"The first few years were tough, but I go back a few times a year, and coming here gives me more time for stuff I like. Less helping the rest of the world." I grinned, at my old school I had been the mom, helping wherever I was needed, the 'secret keeper'. Here we were a team; me Maddie and Em. It was a lot less work, and a lot more fun.
His eyebrows knit together, "If you've been here so long, why have I never seen you?"
I looked up to see his eyes shining at me accusingly – he really has gorgeous eyes.
"I have a stack of books a mile high I've always wanted to read, trig that never gets done" – I glared at him accusingly "and besides, I don't enjoy being cold or wet"
Well I had been convinced that I needed to see more of Forks, namely La Push, the reserve where Jacob lived. And somehow, he convinced me to start then, a lovely walk through the pouring rain… I don't know how he did it; just a t-shirt and he still had enough body heat for just his arm around me to make a big difference. His outing is the reason my poor converses would be damp for days. Despite the ride home with full heat on, I arrived cold and wet… brilliant.