The story in The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, is a little different than the actual story in which Ed and Lorraine met. I have taken a few minor creative liberties in combining the two and adding a few things. Mind you, this is a work of fiction and purely for enjoyment purposes. I make no claims to the rights of the film or the real-life story of the Warren's, nor am I financially benefiting off of this. I am merely a girl who fell in love with the characters on screen. Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga have brought to life two beautiful souls. I also could not find what school either went to, let alone if it was the same, so for reference, this story holds the belief that they attended the same high school.
This is my first post in this fandom, and I just hope its received well. Please review
The rain was falling hard from the black sky above, people were running about the small town square in different directions desperate to escape the downpour under buildings or in their vehicles. Her mouth hurt as the cold wind blew against the large smile plastered on her face and giggles erupted of their own free will. His grip on her wrist was light, but firm as he dragged her across the park and under the white gazebo that stood in the center. The jacket he had given her earlier to beat the chill was now as soaked as he was, but not a concern was etched on his face. His smile beamed at her, matching her own in utter joy as she lowered the jacket from her head and rested it back on her shoulders. A loose lock fell across his eyes, and it took all her willpower not to reach up and brush it aside, but she was only so strong and after a brief hesitation she forgot why she would refrain from doing so. Her own good sense won out and her right hand softly pushed the lock back behind his left ear. Their smiles growing as the softness of her hand brushed against the sensitive skin.
A million and one reasons swam through her head on why this was a bad idea, on how this could never work, but Lorraine Moran was not a woman of complete science and logic. No, she was a woman of faith, belief, and trusting the lord. Surely this boy, this…young man had been placed into her path for a greater purpose. Surely the loud thumping of her heart meant to match the beat of his own. Her hand slipped from his shoulder and rested over his chest, she could feel the organ beneath his skin and clothes pounding furiously to the same rhythm as her own. And while they had rushed over not a few seconds ago, this was no pounding from a few paces sprint. This was something else, something deeper, something more.
A flutter in her stomach rose as his left hand cupped her right elbow, holding her firmly in place over his chest. He was so gentle, so kind, so caring and it showed in his eyes. It had showed most of the night since she first laid eyes on him upon entering the theater. She had never felt so safe under someone's gaze.
Most people who stared at her did so with misunderstanding, an assumption that had run wild with imagination. Here she seemed to find the only person untainted by rumors and conjecture. In this man she had found what was quiet possibly the closest thing she had ever felt to security in her life. Her own home was not even this warm and welcoming, at that was her haven aside from the church.
The feeling that this would not last forever brought a chill to her that was unparallel to the storm raging on around them. This would not last, she could not keep something so grave and dark from him if it were to last, and once he found out the truth, again…this would not last. But she was desperate to make tonight last, if even for a few more minutes, she wanted to feel this safe as long as possible.
"I guess we are going to be here a while." He whispered, his smile never wavering as he glanced beyond their shelter and to the pouring rain.
She smiled back up at him, moving forward to rest her head on his chest now and exhaled slowly as his arms moved around her shoulders and his grip tightened, holding her close to him. Her mother would chastise her for staying out past curfew, but it was a Friday night and given the weather she was sure she could excuse the lateness. His arms were warm, and safe, like his eyes, she could not imagine feeling like this anywhere else, or with anyone else for that matter.
Her mind reeled, why here? Why now? Why him? Was she so desperate for affection and acceptance from anyone other than her family that she would convince herself this young man was different? Surely once he knew he would think her crazy, like the rest, and cast her aside like the nut everyone thought her to be. She shuddered to think he could be the same, that he could be capable of such cruelties. The possibility broke her heart.
"Lorraine?" He questioned; her eyes fluttered open. She had not even been aware they were closed until he called her name. "Would you be alright sitting down?"
"Of course." She whispered back and allowed him to take his jacket back from her to lay on the center of the gazebo floor where he then slowly lowered her down, so her dress didn't dare move the wrong way. "Thank you." She muttered again, their faces inches apart as he lowered himself down alongside her and sat down, the side of their hips touching. His arm draped around her and pulled her into his side, despite the rain softening there was still a soft chill, and he was desperate to keep her warm and comfortable.
Her smile was wider than before, not that she thought this was possible and couldn't help the giggle that escaped her mouth, jolting her whole body in a spasm of utter joy. He giggled alongside her and pulled her impossibly closer, always mindful of how and where he touched her. A perfect gentleman.
Her head snapped up and their eyes locked. Home. She had never felt as if she belonged in a place or moment than right here looking into his eyes as if all of God's answers resided right there. Suddenly, his face fell, and his brow furrowed. He wasn't angry, at least it didn't appear so, but rather he was judging if to say something.
"I know this is the first time we've actually met," He got out, her stomach plummeted. This was true, while they went to the same high school, they never more than casually passed each other in the halls, if their paths ever did cross. She feared this is where he would tell her he knew all about her, and he was only hoping to talk to her, and ask personal questions surrounding her gift, but alas, his next words shocked her. "I just think that given the weather, it's the perfect time for a ghost story. If you don't mind of course."
He looked so flustered as if debating with himself if such a suggestion was appropriate or if he was simply overstepping. Her smile was once again full watt on her face. He could be so adorable, she mused while nodding her head vigorously.
"I'd love that." She said happily, easing his fears and bringing a matching smile back on his own face.
And as the light rain fell from the sky, that's where they sat as he told her his darkest secret. About a young boy who had lived in a haunted house and was forced to face his fears when his loving father refused to believe him. She listened to his every word, falling deeper for him with every passing detail, and wishing she had been there to hold the once fearful child and offer him words of strength.
"…and then one day when I was twelve, it all just stopped. No explanation and just as suddenly as it started when I was five." He exhaled and looked down at her, hoping to see what she thought of his crazy story. "But, I guess I must have imagined it, who knows, right?" he joked, taking her silence as a bad sign.
"I believe you." A soft close-lipped smile as she looked into his eyes.
"You do?" His expression one of disbelief.
"Of course."
"Why? You're the only one, why?"
"I have…seen and heard a few things myself." Silence, she hadn't necessarily told him everything, but if he heard the rumors he would know. "Surely you've heard what they say." She pulled away from him, unsure where this was going.
"I've heard a lot of things people say, doesn't mean I believe it." he quipped back, taking her by surprise.
"One day, I will tell you my secret, if you'd like." She started to get up, as the rain had now turned to a light mist, and she knew she needed to get home.
Ed rushed to his feet, desperate to help her up and took her hands in his as he helped lift her. "I would like that a lot." His thumb lightly stroked her cheek as their gaze lingered on one another for a few minutes. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to kiss you." He whispered, his nerve preventing anything louder or more confident.
She smiled softly, her heart melting into a pool at her feet as she slowly closed the gap between them. Their lips met for a matter of 7 seconds, closed lips, but not any less romantic. He pulled away smiling before bending over to pick up his jacket, shake it off and drape it over her shoulders once again. He then led her down the steps of the gazebo and out into the street. They walked in a comfortable silence towards Lorraine's home lightly holding hands, and carefree as two teenagers in love could be.
"It's best we part here." She said from the curb of her house. The light on the porch was on, but the rest of the house appeared dead from the outside. "My brother Jim, is a little overprotective." She said with a light chuckle. He smiled back and took his jacket from her as she held it out. "I had a wonderful time, thank you."
"I'd like to do it again, get to know you better. In your own words." She nodded, his statement confirming he had heard more than an earful about her.
"I'd like that." She nodded again, leaning in to place a soft peck on his cheek before turning to walk up the pathway to her front door. She turned on her heel and looked back to her companion for the evening, and as he cast one last glance her way. Before leaving down the street she caught a glimpse, not of the slender young man of 17, but as a grown man. Tall, defined, muscular to the point of just necessary, with thicker brown hair and a confident stride. Perhaps the build of a man in his thirties and as she watched him walk to the edge of the neighbors lawn, she pushed open the door and locked it behind her. She couldn't help but feel safe and secure. She was going to marry that man.
"You're home past curfew." Jim said passing her in the foyer on his way up the stairs.
"I got caught in the rain." She explained, knowing her brother wasn't listening to her excuses, but that her mother was as she entered the small entrance behind her son to greet her daughter.
"It's an hour past." Her mother noted taking the lightly knitted sweater from her daughter, giving a look of skepticism as she noticed the sweater was drier than should be if she did indeed get 'caught in the rain.'
"I lost track of time. I'm sorry. I met up with someone from school." Technically not a lie. "We were talking as we waited out the rain."
"A boy?" Lorraine blushed lightly, looking down unable to meet her mother's questioning gaze. She knew this wasn't her intention for the outing, as her friends had arrived to pick her up earlier that evening and at the time, there was no boy in sight. Still Georgiana looked to her daughter, scared she would trust the wrong people and only end up hurt. She was special, a gift from God bestowed upon her that could easily lead to pain and ridicule in the hands of a naturally trusting girl. It was a recipe for disaster. "I thought your studies were more important."
"They are, but this 'boy' just might be important too."
"Just be careful, Lorraine. I hate seeing you hurt. I hate seeing what your classmates can do to you."
"I promise mom, this one is different." She said halfway up the stairs.
"And if he's not?"
"He is, I can feel it." Her mom nodded, having to trust her daughter to make it on her own in the real world. She flipped the light switch, bathing the entire downstairs in darkness before climbing the stairs after her daughter and down the hall to her own room.
Lorraine softly closed the door to her bedroom and squealed as quietly as she could, making her way over to her bed and pulling out her diary to scribble the only thought in her head before changing into her pajama's, turning off the light, and falling into a content sleep.
Dear Diary,
Today I met the man I am going to Marry.
Well that's that. This may be something more, this may stay right here. The rating may change, it may stay the same. I am currently working full time and going to school, so honestly reviews will drive me to update faster, if at all. Please let me know if it was worth the time. It has been a long while since I wrote anything besides a paper for school.