A/N: dellaterra and smallandirritating = Awesome
You're outside, and it's raining.
But you don't give a damn. You simply stare up into the dark clouds.
You're soaked, of course. Your white shirt sticks to your skin, and your dark jeans hang heavy on your hips.
I stare for a while, my hand on the windowpane, my breath fogging up the glass.
I don't know why, but I walk outside. I leave the umbrella at the door.
I walk up behind you, the gravel crunching under my feet.
You freeze, so I turn to go.
"Wait." I can barely hear your whisper over the thunder.
Shampoo. Soap. Towel.
Steam fills the room. You smile, and I shiver.
"Join me," you say. So I do.
You always smell like rain. A shower, a smoky bar - nothing can take it away.
You say the most random things. Some make me laugh; others puzzle me until you explain.
Many would say you're odd. I think you're special.
You meet my friends. You smile and shake hands. But no one laughs at your jokes. They give you strange looks and stare at me with a raised brow.
I ask why you're crying.
You say you're not; it's just the rain.
"I don't want to go. Let's get naked instead."
So I follow you to bed.
Every night there's another reason.
"Happy Birthday," you whisper. "Surprise!" everyone yells, appearing from around the room.
They smile. I see you with them and it makes me smile too.
Then I'm not sure where you've gone. I search for you and find you alone.
You say you can't take it anymore. The looks. The laughs. "They're mean," you say.
"You're being too sensitive," I yell, and ignore your tears.
The next day, you're gone.
I can't remember the last time it rained.