— imagine four
It’s fall. You’re in school and the rain is pouring down. The thing is, you’re almost at the end of the day and you have to go home soon, but you don’t have a rain coat or an umbrella. You came to school by foot because you don’t live far, but that means you’ll be soaked by the time you reach your house.
The bell rings, which marks the end of your last period. You sigh at the thought of walking through the rain as you go get your jacket.
As you step outside, the rain slams down on you like bricks just fell out of the sky. You walk quickly, wanting to get home as dry and as soon as possible.
As you just started walking, someone shouts your name. You look back and vaguely spot your crush waving at you and afterwards running towards you. You slightly smile because of how cute and hot he looks at the same time. He reaches you and you notice he has an umbrella in his hand. He holds it above you, saving you from the pouring rain.
“Why thank you,” you say with a bright smile. He smiles back, almost even bright. “No problem at all! Where do you live? I’ll walk you home.”
You tell him your address but add: “You don’t have to walk me home though, I’ll be fine.”
“No, I insist. We can’t have you be soaked by the time you reach home, even though the rain already attacked you pretty hard,” he replies with a small chuckle.
You grin. “True, and thank you once again.”
He smiles and starts walking, you by his side. The umbrella isn’t that big. You often bump into each other, which causes a chuckle from the both of you. Most of the times you two aren’t talking, so the only thing you hear is pouring rain and cars driving by. The silence isn’t awkward though, it’s comfortable.
By the time you get to your house, the two have been talking and laughing a lot. You found out that you have a lot in common, which makes you adore him even more. You’re secretly sad that you’ve reached your house, because you could talk to him for hours. He notices you’ve reached your destination as well and walks you to your front door.
“Well then, it was really nice talking to you,” he says, slightly sad that you have to leave. He waves at you with a smile and starts walking away.
“Wait!”
He looks around, hope on his face.
“Come in for a bit and warm up, you’ll get sick.” You open the door for him and smile. He smiles back and slightly hesitates before walking back towards you and going in the house. He shakes out his umbrella and lets it rest on the doormat. He pulls off his coat and you hang it on the coat rack for him. The both of you are still a bit wet, so you tell him to wait and you get two towels from upstairs. As you come downstairs again, you notice that your crush is still standing on the doormat, looking around the hallway.
“Come on in,” you tell him with a smile. You throw him the towel and he catches it smiling. He walks into the living room and you crash down on the couch. He sits down right besides you, close but not too close. You start to dry your face and hair and he does the same, making his hair look really cute. You chuckle at the sight and he looks at you sideways with a grin. “What?” he asks.
“No nothing, it’s just that...” Not willing to finish your sentence, you continue to dry your hair with your towel covering your face, not letting him see your flushing red cheeks.
“Now you’re making me curious,” he replies as he pulls away the towel. “You’re not getting this back until you finish your sentence.” He grins as he holds it out of your reach.
You try to grab it, cursing your short arms. As you try to get higher, your crush falls back on the couch, which makes you fall down on top of him. Your faces are suddenly really close, both of you smiling like idiots. The thing is, you still can’t reach the towel.
“Tell me,” he whispers, still not letting you get to the towel.
“It was just that you lookedreallycute,” you mumbled, your cheeks getting redder and redder.
“I what?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
“You looked cute okay? Can I now get my towel back?” you ask, embarrased.
“Nope,” he says as he hugs you, causing your head to fall on his chest. “I’m way too comfortable.”
Your cheeks are probably burning through his chest as you look up at him. “Please?” you ask, smiling from ear to ear.
“You look cute when you blush,” he says, smiling back. “Okay fine, but only if I can get a real hug and a date after.”
You nod and he gives you back your towel. You get off of him, he stands up and pulls you into a real hug. Your head rests comfortably on his chest, and you want this hug to last forever.
