Rain.

She stood facing the rain, arching her back and her head tilted up to the skies.

She found sublime peace in standing out during a thunderstorm, feeling the wind ripping past her, the drops of rain splattering against her and drenching -
"So THIS is what you're doing during storms. And here I thought you were in mortal danger. Tch, silly ol' me." A tenor voice said behind her.
"This coming from my best friend." She snorted, turning to him.

The rain had subsided.

"Yeah well, everyone has a deep dark secret." He replied, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "Incidentally, you might want to turn back around now. White nightie and water are an enticing-"

She gasped, swinging around and crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "You, James, are a disgusting pervert!"

He laughed. "I'm only male, if that's what you mean," James teased.

There was a moment of silence while she stood, with her back turned resolutely to him, and James lounged on the chair under the awning. Watching said back amusedly, might I add.

She whipped her head back, her face still pink. "Well?" She demanded, glaring at him.

"Well what?" He shot back.

"What are you still doing here?"

"I'm sitting on the chair that I've loved dearly for years, and for once, I don't have your fat backside trying to push me off."

"Go get me a towel you moron!" She spluttered, her face getting red again.

He leaned back and cocked his eyebrow at her.

"No, I much prefer sitting here and watching you squirm. You have a shapely arse anyhow," James added as an afterthought.

She rolled her eyes at him and turned herself around, her arms still firmly around her torso. She marched back into the house, muttering "you just said it was fat. Make up your mind, you aggravating nit wit!"

"figure of speech," He called after her, laughing.

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It's been a while since I've written anything.


And I miss blogging.