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you set your glass in the sink and look out your kitchen window. the sky is turning an inky black color, a storm obviously just on the horizon. it’s been a long day, of clouds and sun and you’ve been waiting for this storm to hit. you smile slightly to yourself at your neighbors on either side, both outside with their children, staring up at the sky. sometimes you wish that here, in this utopia, you shared their utopian life.
you watch a flash of lightning sketch across the sky, just above the tree line. you turn your attention back to the backyard, your neighbors are shepherding their children into their houses. you crack your window. the fresh rain smell hits you and you breath in the scent deeply, closing your eyes. you listen as it begins to drizzle, then the rain picks up a bit.
your eyes fly open when you hear your front door open and shut again.
“hello?” you call, frozen in your kitchen.
“it’s just me.” his dulcet tones fill your ears. you take a deep breath in, not sure if you really want to face him right now. it’s been a day or two since you saw him last and that had ended with you feeling like a moron who was reading too much into things, as normal.
“what are you doing here?” you find your feet again, and walk towards the foyer. you meet halfway, in the middle of the hallway. you stop abruptly when your eyes fall apon him. his brown hair is sticking up, wet and crazy. his shit has dark spots across the shoulders and the back, showing you he was walking hunched in the rain.
“i was at james’ and was just making my way back to my house when that storm came out of nowhere.” your eyebrows pull together.
“of all the people here, you know when it’s going to rain.” you say. “it’s looked like rain for the past few hours....”
“i must have missed it.” he says, looking down at his feet. you sigh, not knowing what any of this means.
“do you want something warm to put on with the storm passes?” you ask him.
“sure.” you turn to walk down the hall to your room. you go directly to your closet, pushing around sweatshirts until you find a college one that you were sure would fit him. you turn around and find him standing next to you.
“here you go.” you hand him the sweatshirt and he starts to unbutton his button down. you turn to make yourself busy, trying your best not to ogle him as he pulls your sweatshirt on.
“i feel like a moron.” you turn back to him, and giggle as you see him. the sleeves are a bit short, and it hugs his stomach.
“sorry, it’s the closet i’ve got.” you say within giggles.
“well...i guess i’ll just go out to the living room until-” you cut him off.
“wait.” you say. “the other night-i just wanted to-” he shakes his head, a rare smile crossing his face.
“nothing to apologize for. i...realized something that night that i hadn’t been quite conscious of before.” your eyebrows furl together again.
“you speak in your mysterious way and i don’t get what you mean.” you blurt out. he closes some of the gap between you. closer you can see the life lines that surround his eyes. it makes your heart skip a beat.
“i’ve always been able to read people quite well, to see people for what they are. for you, i thought that you had a little school girl crush a month or two ago that was going to disappear. i never dwelled on it, i just let it be.” you feel a ball in the pit of your stomach. so he has known for the past few months.
“what every girl wants to hear.” you say sarcastically.
“but it’s because i never gave it a second thought. i was too busy to think about myself. and you know what....that incident the other night made me think about myself.” a silence so thick you could drink it fills the room. his green eyes are staring into yours.
“does that mean...”
“it has been years and years and i never thought that i would fall in love with someone on this island, but i think it happened without me realizing.” you open your mouth to respond but there’s no chance as he closes the rest of the space between you. he gingerly places his lips against yours. you had dreamed of this moment for so long, it’s almost hard to believe it’s actually happening. you loose yourself for a moment in his sweet kiss.
finally you pull back. the smile is still on his face.
“so listen, if i called james...would he cooberate your story that you were there first?”