#aerafluent

good morning!! hows it going for you?

yes dave????

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

     Where you lives it doesn’t rain. It POURS. 

     Rain falls like bullets against the roof and        trees are uprooted. Thunder roars like celestial       applause and lightning dances through the skies.

     It captivated Jade in a way that only nature could,       and she captivated you in a way that only love        could.

          ( She was such a “ Look at the sky!! ” person. )

     “ Dave. ” She starts, standing up and brushing oreo        crumbs off her blouse. She had been ignoring the        television droning on in front of the two, chin on       curled hands on elbows propped up by the window        frame. She had been watching the rain instead of       the movie, and you had been watching her. 

     Her eyes lit up whenever lightning struck and it made       your heart skip.

     “ Let’s go outside. “

     As if on cue, thunder booms outside. You look at her with        a pointed gaze, and look back at Brother Bear playing on       the television, about halfway through act two. It was        the fourth movie of the night, and around one in the        morning.

     You’re glad that your father wasn’t home to chastise you        for being up so late           ( he’d most likely be too drunk to do say anyway, )        as well as the fact that Jade had the weekend off.

     “ Alright. “ 

     She was at the front door before your mouth closed,        slipping on her mary janes and flat out refusing to put       on a raincoat, or anything else that would keep her dry       for that matter.

     Time slips away from you after you wrap your scarf around        your neck and you find yourself outside already soaking        wet. She knows you’re about to complain so she tells you        to shut up before you even open your mouth.

     She tells you to dance with her.

     And now your hands are on her hips and your socks are wet        and she’s leading even though you’re the one that actually        knows how to do the waltz. She’s better at swing dance, but        you don’t want to risk falling into mud. 

     “ We’re outside, “ You find yourself saying when she dips        you a second time, almost dropping all seventy three        inches of you. You would’ve laughed.

     “ Indeed we are, Mr. Lalonde. Excellent observation skills. “        She sticks her tongue out through her mouth and giggles.       Your heart stops and you speak again without meaning to.

     “ It’s raining and we’re outside. “ You repeat.  

     “ You could kiss me. “ You also find yourself saying, without       much thought, as per usual. “ It would be all romantic as       shit and I know how much of a sap you are. “ You’re a sap        too, but you’d never admit that.

     Her hair is soaking wet and so is yours and you’re chilled to       the bone and she’s smiling that big toothy grin and still        looming over you and then

oh my god.

it was really not safe for work. please slay me.........

i saw this really wrong at first but then i just kinda laid my head down on the arm of the couch for like. five minutes.

i get that sometimes!!! but seriously! ill buy it for you if you want it! :)