I Wish I Was The Rain.

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Thank you all for reviewing! How sweet!

Sorry for me slipping up about my tenses. I will try better to be more consistent. bows Thank you for being supportive, I won't let you all down!

Okay... so I've been trying to make all the chapters longer. So far I've failed. Grr, and the story won't space right! Double grr. Sorry, had to vent anger.

Now here's chapter four. Read and review, and you might get Craig's worn socks! (:

Chapter 4

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep...

My alarm clock. I slammed my fist on it, and it gave a pathetic beep before silencing itself. I slowly raised myself out of bed, and basically dragged myself to the kitchenette. Suddenly the phone rang.

"Emma," Craig's voice said, with out me even saying 'hello'. "I need to ask you something, it's very important."

"What is it?" I said, fiddling around with the coffee maker.

"Will you model for me? I mean for my photography. I really want to sell some pictures, and I think you'd be a good model. I'd pay you, too, if you wanted me too... I-"

Model?

"Craig," I said, stopping him from babbling. "I'd model for you, sure, as long as I can get some work done. Does Heather know that I'll be modeling for you?"

"Yes, she does. Thank you so much, I think that we should start today. Can you come by my office? Around Twelve O'clock? Okay, great, see you later." He hung up the phone before I could even retort. I looked at the receiver like it was the strangest thing in the world, then hung it up.

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I came around his office at 12:10 (I had gotten lost in the building, it was terribly large.) I burst into Craig's office, at a run. He stood up from his desk, alarmed.

"Emma!"

"Sorry, I got lost," I panted. Then I looked around his office. So many paintings... Dali, Picasso's 'The Old Guitarist' was above his desk. There was even Georgia O'Keefe's painting of a Red Canna was even present. It was a huge contrast.

"Okay, so here's what I thought we'd do. You'd just walk around town and do what you want, and pretend that I'm not here."

"That seems awfully boring."

"Heh, trust me, it'll be fun."

"It better be." Craig took my hand and led me out to the park. When we got there, he positioned me next to a tree.

"Now, just act normal."

This proved to be very hard to do. I proved to not to be a very good model, because I kept being self conscious, and subconsciously smoothing my hair every so often.

Craig got some good shots in, like he took a good shot of me at the bird bath, giving some bread to the robins. He also took a picture of me pointing out the nearest candy store to a seven year old child, and the boy hugging me after I pointed it out to him. He also took a picture of the wind blowing through my hair.

"Sorry I wasn't a very good model for you," I said, after Craig announced that he had run out of film.

"Nah, you were great!" he said, cheerfully. "You just need to relax more. Okay?"

I nodded, and smiled. When we reached to the end of the park, he asked if he could walk me to my door. I allowed him to, cheerfully.

When we reached to my apartment, I unlocked it, my hand was on the doorknob, and I was all set to say, 'Well see you later,' when Craig all of a sudden said "Emma," in this husky tone that Sean used to do around me. Then he bent down and kissed me.

The kiss was soft, passionate, and like nothing I had ever experienced. It was both profound and simple. It startled me.

"Craig," I said, a little scared at the kiss, and scared at the thought that I had never been kissed like that before, and I desperately wanted to be kissed again. "Craig,"

He suddenly came about his senses. "Emma, I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that. I mean, you're with Anthony, and... Heather... well, gotta go, bye." He strode off without a parting from me.

I stood in that same spot, standing on my tiptoes for quite a while before realizing that I looked stupid and going into my apartment.