Thunder echoed outside the dimly lit room. Even if one were close to losing hearing they'd have a hard time missing the merciless rain beating on the ceiling. Light etched itself across the window, lighting the room occasionally. It wasn't exactly the way one would want to spend their last night in town for a while.
He was filling out papers, her head in his lap. Often he would look down, for she had a certain fear of storms. She was shaking in an uneasy sleep, sweat rolling down her face. Her hair was matted to her shoulders, which he gently stroked with his free hand, somewhat calming her.
She shook at an unusually loud clap of thunder, causing him to look down. When he had, however, he found a pair of clear sapphire eyes gazing up at him, a certain light of fear in her features. She sat up, leaning into his side.
"You all right?" He questioned calmly, rather used to it by now. She nodded, letting her eyes close again, "Don't drop off, then you'll just be more afraid of it. As hard as that is to believe…" He laughed cheekily, as she rolled her eyes, getting up.
In a somewhat lazily, yet shaky fashion, she brushed her matted hair. After a moment or two she began to pull in back, messily propping it on her head. She walked out of the room momentarily, coming back with an old hockey jersey on and a book to calm her. She jumped at another clap, before shakily sitting back beside him.
"Stupid storms," she muttered, sitting cross-legged with the book in her lap. He had draped his arm over her after a bright flash of lighting startled her, causing her to drop her book. That's how they had sat for quite a while, while the rain fell even harder, if that was possible.
She closed the book suddenly, her trembling hands dropping it on the floor beneath her. He glanced over at her, unsure of the sudden movement. She laid her head back in his lap, causing his arm to fall on her stomach. He looked down at her curiously. She sighed, resting her white hands on top of his.
"I suppose it's not the best night, eh?" She questioned in her usual quirky manner, despite the storm, which had her at unease. He shook his head, how she always managed to lighten the mood had him puzzled.
"No, suppose not," he replied, scribbling something in his loopy handwriting.
"I'm going to miss you," she murmured. She had no doubts that he would make the team, even with all the guys who were trying out. She had also known that it was something he had to do, and found herself all for it.
"I'll be carrying your love with me," he responded, looking down at her. She smiled up at him.
"I should hope," she quipped, he chuckled.
"You never fail to make something amusing, do you?"
"Well, what fun would it be if I didn't? Life's to dull anyway," she shook at a clash and lighting strike, completely contradicting her calm voice. He shook his head, grinning all the time.
"Even so, it's highly unusual to find someone who cares," he retorted.
"Who says I care? Well," she thought for a moment, "I suppose I do. Only for a little bit of the world." Most people lived with the dull world and didn't try to change it, but she did, one thing that he admired about her. She brought life and color to the dull monotone world.
"Somehow I get the feeling that's not a lot," he murmured, a humorous glint in his eyes.
"Now why should it?" She questioned, "They're not exactly into change, despite the fact that that's how things work." She shook her head, "Funny ol' world, innit?" He laughed, nodding.
"It's got to be like that," he said, "Otherwise there wouldn't be people like you. And how odd you are."
She scowled good-naturedly, "At least I'm not boring."
"Says who?"
"You."
"When'd I say that?"
"Just a moment ago," she smirked, "It was an underlying message."
"You make a lovely English major," he quirked.
"Isn't it just wonderful?" She laughed, looking up at him.
"I suppose," she hit him lightly at this. About to add another quirky response he had silenced her with his lips.
"Well, if you're gonna be like that," she stated after they parted. He chuckled.
"Like what?" He grinned cheekily.
"You old softy," she giggled, "Oh well, love's blind."
"Even in a thunderstorm," he added lightly. The thunderstorm had been completely forgotten until then, but even that couldn't change the quirky humor in the dimly lit room.
Ramsey, yes. :3 Eh, tomorrow I'll have a note in the chapter about a few things, so please read that A/N! I had decided yesterday that I would do rain, simply because of the rain that I get up 'ere.
Kristine: That's a lot of love! I hope that my next OC story will please you. Thank you!
Emador: I'm glad you liked it! I can't help but go with the country; it's a curse of the South. :3 Thanks!
Kliona: I'm sorry! I've horrible timing, I suppose. :3 Irony's a wonderful literary technique. And it's all right to be out of it! (I'm often found out of it) Thanks for the review!
Christina: If you mean a long story, I can't. I'm horrible at plots. TT But if you like one-shots I suppose I could give it a shot. It's actually kind of a funny story (the way I got hooked). Thanks anyways!
darkdestiny2000: I'm glad that cleared things up for you! Thank ya!
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-Piper Brandybuck