Hi all, hope you enjoy! I'm sorry if it seems it ended abruptly…the ending wasn't working with me lol

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Penname: Jburdick

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M

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Prompt: Multimedia Share: Search Google or YouTube for one of the following words, then select a search result at random and write about it: Rain, illustrate, win

I chose rain.

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I pulled on my purple wellies and black trench coat and tugged on my black and multi colored polka dot floppy hat. I walked out the back door of my little beach house and stood on the deck smiling. I loved the rain. I loved it more than the sun and wind and anything.

I closed my door tightly and hopped down the porch steps to the sand. It was only lightly drizzling now, but the clouds coming closer looked like they held promises for something more. I never brought an umbrella with me on these little walks. I never saw much point. It became much to windy in a storm serious enough for one anyway, and they just ended up inside out.

I listened to the moist sand squish beneath my boots while I counted the little houses between mine and his. I always saw him when I walked. Sitting on his back deck with his feet up on the railing watching the water. He wore old looking jeans and a button up shirt; always in black. I liked the way he looked when he smoked his cigarettes. So relaxed and blasé.

I tried it once. Blowing the smoke out of my nose to look sexy. It was the first and last time I smoked. I coughed for thirty minutes and smelt like an ashtray.

I slowed my steps the closer I got. I could see the smoke already. I looked down at my wellies and took a deep breath. Just as I raised my head to take him in, there was a loud crack of thunder and the angry clouds opened up. I was immediately drenched! I could even feel the water pooling inside my boots. I looked straight up at the sky and glared. You couldn't wait five minutes?

I looked over to his patio. I could barely make out his silhouette through the wall of rain around me. He started moving, standing up and walking to the edge of his railing. His feet were bare…I think. He looked like he was waving his arms around and pointing. I cocked my head to the side and stared more intently at him. What the heck was he doing?

I heard his voice then, but the rain pelted so loudly I couldn't hear his words. He seemed frantic. Did he not want me near his house? It's not like he owned the beach…I could stand here if I wanted.

I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when something crashed into my back and swept me off my feet. One minute I was standing, the next I was under water. I could feel it dragging me out and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry out for help. I couldn't breathe.

I thrashed violently for the surface, when I opened my eyes I saw blackness and they burned from the salt water so I closed them again. I couldn't tell which end was up and I was panicking so badly I thought I was going to have a heart attack. That had to be a quicker way to die than drowning right?

My wellies felt heavy on my feet and I could feel myself going deeper. I instinctively gasped for air and inhaled a lung full of water. I felt like I was choking. My arms and legs slowly stopped moving and I wanted to move them so badly. I wanted to swim and pull myself out and I wanted to cry in sweet relief that I escaped this watery prison.

But I didn't and I floated somewhere in the ocean. Deep in the water alone. There were probably little fish sucking on my fingers and I couldn't even twitch them even an inch to ward them off.

I opened my eyes again and still saw nothing, and then the nothingness took me.

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Warm hands? Warm hands, I think, were patting my face fervently. Perhaps it was a fish flipper, slapping me in the face? That made no sense. But neither did having thoughts when you were dead. Huh.

"Hey, come on, wake up! Open your eyes…" A masculine voice pleaded. Ok…fish cannot talk. Maybe this is what happens to people who swear too much and don't go to church. They die and go insane.

The hand-flippers were rubbing my arms and legs now. Something soft and thick was cocooned around me. I opened my eyes, facing to the left and everything was blurry. It took about a million blinks to focus and I saw the inside of a home. The carpet was cream colored and there was furniture. Chairs and couches and a TV.

"Oh, thank god." That same voice breathed out in relief. "I thought you weren't going to wake up."

I turned my head and looked into his face. Green. His eyes were green. He was so much prettier up close. I could smell a tiny hint of smoke. My eyes roamed over him more thoroughly and I saw he was soaking wet, like me. He didn't stand in the rain though. That only means one thing.

He saved me.

I swallowed painfully and took a deep breath, that immediately threw me into a coughing and choking fit. He pulled me to a sitting position and release my arms. I put my face in my hands and sobbed uncontrollably. The terror I had felt in the water and the thought that I would never make it out hit me like a battering ram and I cried so hard I thought my body was going to start convulsing.

Those warm hands, followed by warm arms enveloped me and stroked my hair, holding me to his chest. He shushed me and promised I was okay, that everything was okay. The scruff on his chin scraped against my forehead as he leaned back. My sobs had stopped but the tears continued to flow silently.

"Shh. Your alright, honey." He said softly, staring into my eyes. "What's your name?"

"Bella." I croaked, cringing at the sound of my voice. It was even more manly than his!

"I'm Edward." He smiled widely, showing his teeth.

I furrowed my brows and stared. How is it possible for a smoker to have such white teeth? I unconsciously reached out and touched one of his teeth with my pointer finger. He laughed and backed away a little. "What was that for?"

I swallowed, hoping it would make my throat sound better. "Your teeth are too white for a smoker." I grated out. It didn't help.

He furrowed his brow. "I think maybe you got jostled around a bit out there." he laughed softly.

"You want to tell me what you were doing out there?" He asked. Rubbing my arms for warmth again. "I like to walk in the rain." I shrugged.

"I've noticed." He said softly, standing up. "I'm sorry?" I asked, wanting him to repeat himself. "Uh, nothing. Come on, let's get you warm and dry. Which is not going to happen with this coat on."

He pulled me to my feet and my legs felt like Jell-o. He sat in front of me on the couch and rested my hands on his shoulders. One arm at a time I shrugged out of the coat and let it hit the ground, making a loud squishy sound. He was drying my legs when he looked up and froze. "What?" I asked and glanced down at myself. I wore nothing but a matching black lace panty and bra set. "Oh." I whispered. How had I missed that when I left the house?

He swallowed hard. "Yea…Oh." He stared at my face, and I could see him trying very hard to keep his eyes there.

"Well, at least it won't take long to dry off." I shrugged.

He groaned, finally letting his eyes roam my body. "I, uh, don't think it'll take long to warm up either."

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