Light Of My Life

Rain

A small drop of water landed on the windshield of Drake's car. I watched it as it slid down in an uneven line. More drops followed behind it, making my curiosity stronger.

"Rain." Drake chuckled.

"What?"

He pointed at the drops, "its called Rain, like you."

"Rain," I whispered to myself.

Drake pulled into a house painted gray, like all the other ones around, it was two story's, with a front porch lit up by a lamp by the door.

"Ready?" Drakes eyes lit with a fire, I frowned at him.

"For what?"

He got out on his side and rushed over to mine, pulling me out in the rain with him, soaking my skin, seeping into my clothes. Drake pulled me along with him up to the porch, "this is my house."

I watched as he unlocked the door with a key just as I had. I smiled. Inside the house was much better than outside, it was mostly dark colors, with nothing too bright, random flowers sat in vases on bookshelves and tables. The smell of Drake wrapped around me like a hug, he walked into a room in the hallway in front of me as I looked around, slightly to my right was a staircase that led upstairs, beside that was the kitchen, and to my left was a living room ten times the size of my little room back at 'home.'

Drake came back holding a towel, "here, you can shower while I find you some clothes to change into." He led me to the bathroom, and turned on the hot water for me.

When I stepped out a small pile of clothes was neatly folded on top of the toilet, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I shrieked in surprise, I had long, long, hair, big clear blue eyes, a heart shaped face, lips that puckered and where a bright pink, and freckles that covered my whole nose and cheeks.

"Rain? You ok in there?" Drake asked through the door, I sighed.

"Yeah. fine." I said, I opened the door letting the steam flow out.

"I made your bed in the guest bedroom," he said. "Would you like anything to eat?"

My belly rumbled in response, I laughed.

Drake made me some tacos and baked me some cookies. Let me tell you that man can cook. He sat down on the couch after we finished eating and motioned for me to come sit by him.

"Are you really crazy?" He asked me looking straight at my eyes. I shook my head no.

"I can make things appear, and see things in dreams, but I'm not crazy."

"Can you show me?" He said, "how you make things appear."

I concentrated hard on making something in my hand, a familiar feeling made my hand drop. I opened my eyes and felt drakes eyes on me, the same red orb had appeared in my hand again, "what is it?" I asked him.

"Its an apple."

"What's it for?"

"Eating?" He shook his head at how little I know. "Come on, you must be tired." He led me to a room on the second floor, "I'll be next door if you need me."