Now that summer has started and I'm done with school, I'm finding myself with not much to do.
Meaning, I'm spending most of my time with Indiana Jones.
It's an odd thing, really. I thought that with Oxley here I'd want to spend all my time with him. Don't get me wrong, we've already spent countless nights catching up while devouring a bowl of ice cream and playing millions of tic-tac-toe games, but he's older (by exactly 20 years) and he has his nerdy professor stuff to deal with.
Something, I'm not exactly sure what, keeps me going back to Indy. It's not that I'm attracted to him! Oh, God no. No, he's just...so fun to be around! We can spend hours talking. Simply talking. Unlike conversations with Oxley, Indy's are one hundred percent sardonic and hilarious. I can relate to him over a lot of things, plus, he's the only person with less than a ten year age difference of me within this house.
I've tried getting a hold of Carrie, but she's out buying my dress for the conference. (How long does it really take, my God!?). And I know that if I ask her if she knows why I am gradually getting closer to Indiana Jones she would get all squeaky and happy and start babbling about my wedding details.
I don't need that at the moment.
I'm now sitting in my room, looking for that deck of cards I lost so I can teach Indy how to play poker.
But suddenly, as I'm bent over under my desk, I hear the lightest of pitter-patters on my window. I stand up quickly, banging my head on my desk.
"Shit." I mutter as my eyes start to water.
I stumble over to the window as the pitter-pattering continues.
"RAIN!" I cry as I finally open my groggy eyes to see out the window.
Buckets and buckets of rain.
I fly out of my room, down the stairs and into Indy's room, where he is taking an afternoon nap.
"Indy!" I yell in his ear, jumping on his bed (and probably on his stomach too. oops.) "WAKE UP INDY!"
When he simply rolls over with a mumble, I reach over his head and open the skylight, meaning it's now raining on his head. With a shout, he sits bolt-upright.
"Marion!" He reprimands, pointing a finger at me. "I told you to never use sudden means of waking me up unless its an emergency!"
"Yeah yeah," I tell him dismissively, "But this is an emergency! It's raining! The first summer shower is here!"
He somehow finds my excited face hilarious and bursts out laughing.
"Are you serious?" He asks, still laughing.
"Yes!" I fume, punching him in the arm. "Now get out of bed you big lunk, we're going into the rain!"
I yank him out of bed, down another flight of stairs and out into the pouring rain.
I laugh at the sight of the gray but heavy clouds and begin to run across the lawn, splashing, yelling and romping like a five year old boy. I sit down in the muddy puddles and splash in them some more. I turn back and find that Jones is still on the porch, giving me an amused and wondered look.
I walk forward innocently, trying to work any charm I have with my green eyes. I lean forward and whisper in his ear.
"Is the Great Indiana Jones scared?"
He gives an involuntary shudder, most likely from the cold weather. (What else would it be?)
When he doesn't respond, I hug him, getting muddy rainwater all over his slacks and button down shirt. I then cackle evilly, skipping away like a mad-man.
"Oh no you don't!" He shouts, running after me.
He is rather fast, you know.
But I'm faster.
With my skinny tininess, its not hard to be fast.
But then suddenly, he's RIGHT BEHIND ME, scooping me up into his arms like a baby doll.
"Let go of me!" I wail, smacking him on his chest.
"Not if you admit I'm not scared of the rain." He says, water dripping down his face.
"Like hell I will!" I shout, smacking him again.
"Alright Marion, you asked for it!" He says.
And then, he starts tickling me.
I scream in laughter and am squirming like crazy. Indy is relentless, fingers digging into my sides as I try to escape his heavy, straitjacket-like arms.
So, I do the only thing that gets me out of a situation like this.
I punch him.
The shock of the punch (which hits his kisser perfectly, mind you) sends him to the ground. But incidentally, his arms are still around me, so we both land on the ground.
But wait! It gets worse.
Not only do we land on the ground, but we land ON TOP OF EACH OTHER!
!!
Me on top of him. My face right above his. And, I notice this for only a millisecond, my lips right above his.
We both are cracking up, and the fact that I can feel the laughter reverberating throughout his chest makes it worse. I just can't stop. Tears are streaming from my eyes.
"Marion, what is it with you and this falling thing?" He asks, resting his head on the ground and looking up at the sky.
"You tell me." I reply, laying my head on his shoulder.
For a few minutes, all we do is lay there, catching our breaths and getting soaked in the rain.
"Sorry for punching you." I apologize, facing him and staring into his eyes.
"I'm glad you can punch." He assures me. "That way, I know no guy will mess with my kid-sister."
The dinner bell rings and we both leap up and run for the house, dripping wet and shivering.
So, if anyone asks, I'm not the only one in this house who suffers from stupidity and irresponsibility.
A/N: Yeah! I'm back! Well, I told you I would have tons of shorts for you guys, so please review like crazy, because I love you all for that! REVIEW!! My happiness depends on it!