A Noun

Chapter ten: Soul

Soul
Noun
      1. The spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.

Annie and I were soaked. Our clothes stuck to our skin as we laughed at the rain falling around us in the parking lot as the world seemed so grey.

I took her hand and her waist. I was gentle, allowing her to move me away if she wasn't comfortable.

But she smiled up at me as her long blonde hair quickly became brown from the rain.

She held my shoulder as we more or less just swayed in the rain. We couldn't break our eyes away though.

Ever since I had seen that girls eyes I have known that she is more beautiful than any other woman.

She giggled when I spun her slowly, making me smile deeper. She was so happy to be dancing in the rain.

I whispered to her as we watched each other's eyes and the rain continued to soak us while we dance in the light of my cars head lights.

"I'm sorry if this is taking time from writing your novel."

She shook her head. "I promised Leonard that I would adventure. He made sure I came today."

I smiled and sighed peacefully. I hated dancing. Wanted nothing to do with it.

But something just felt right with her.

We danced a little closer and a little closer until I think she went to put her head on my shoulder.

But we stepped into a puddle. We were thoroughly soaked now.

I drove her home since I knew she was soaked and might catch a cold. She opened her door as it still rained. She had her books protected in her purse as she got out.

She smiled at me. "Thank you. I liked our adventure."

"I did too."

She ran into the house, and I sat there for a second before driving away, feeling as if a part of my soul was missing for some reason.

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My parents stared at me with furrowed brows. I was smiling like the town idiot, and absolutely and utterly soaked to the bone.

"The hell happened to you?" My mom asked from the kitchen in our open concept home.

My dad chuckled as he walked over to the front door mat I was dripping onto.

"Is she pretty?" He asked me in a whisper.

I nodded and he grew a smile at that.

"Eight out of ten?" He asked with a smile.

"More than a ten, dad."

He raised a brow as I walked away, dripping onto the hard wood. My mom scolded me for doing so and smacked me with the end of a dish towel, making me Yelp.

I changed, and dried off the best I could.

My parents were whispering when I came back in. My little sister was even in on it. She was sitting on the counter as my parents asked her if they had seen a girl around me.

"No, but he smiles a lot at his phone." She told them.

Stupid eleven year olds. They tell everything.

My mom spoke to my dad. "You go talk to him. You have a man to man talk with him and see if this is serious. Maybe he found a fossil or something."

"You know if I found a fossil I would have sent pictures." I said to them as I went to the fridge.

They tried to play it off all cool, but they sucked at doing so.