TW : Smut
Today was the coldest and rainiest it had been in months. The sky was a dark grey. The streets were illuminated with the stoplights, the rain pouring in consistent fall. But I didn't mind. I loved the rain. It came down with an unusual comfort to me. My mother said it was because I was born during the rain, although I doubt her superstitions were the reason.
I had been walking across town before the downpour began, and I was now drenched from head toe. But I didn't care. If it meant I was cold and wet, it was okay. The rain made me feel at peace with myself. I loved the way it made me feel.
It was the source of comfort I never got from my family. I'll spare you the specifics, but basically my parents met in college when they were 20, and apparently they were once very much in love, according to my mom. I think they started falling out of love when I was born. It sounds cynical, but I think I somehow drove a wedge between them. I knew from the time I was four years old that something was wrong with them. At first it was the little things. Like my dad always coming home late from his office. Or them getting into a fight over the cost of the electricity bill. And then when I was 15, my dad fucked his receptionist ; pretty much ending their marriage completely.
I laughed out loud at this. I know you're probably thinking I'm crazy, but over the years I've realized something. I'm not saying I don't cry, but in between I laugh. Because life seems a whole lot longer if you can't laugh at yourself.
As I came to the corner of Cheyenne street, I realized that I was near my boyfriend's house. And since I was wet and cold, I decided to take a detour. I was lucky to have him. I mean out of all the hot girls at our highschool, Cameron chose me. I just can't wrap my head around it. He could have any of those beautiful blonde girls with white teeth and vacation homes, but instead he chose me, the average looking brunette with small boobs and a broken home. It is still a mystery to me, but nonetheless I loved him. And he loved me.
We had been together for a year now, which for being only 17, is a long time. And Cameron was always there for me. He's always protected me, but not in that annoying manly bullshit way, you know? When I told him what my dad did to my mom, he punched him. Square in the nose. I'm not saying it was the best day of my life, but that asshole deserved to have every piece of his nasal cavity broken. And what's even better is now he has to wear this god awful brace around his entire head. Karma truly is a bitch.
But anyhow, I really liked Cameron. He was a sweet guy, and he had this wavy raven colored hair that I loved. Not to mention his music taste was amazing. That's what first attracted me to him. We were in Mrs. Sealer's English class sophomore year together, and I hate school, so I almost fell asleep everyday I was in there. Not to mention Mrs. Sealer was a mean old bitch. But one day, Cameron snuck behind her desk while she was out of the room and blasted The White Stripes' "Fell In Love with a Girl" over the intercom system. That was the first day I hadn't taken a nap in that class. Everyone started dancing and going crazy, and I went over to Cameron to say how amazing I thought it was that he was doing this. So I did, and ever since we've been together. Not exactly Romeo + Juliet, but they both died in the end anyway, so what do they know.
I had gotten to his house by now, and I stood on the front porch, staring at the brick walls. I loved this house, it was so beautiful. And I loved his family. However, Cameron's mom hated me. I'm not exactly sure why, but I think it had something to do with my dad being a lying piece of shit and a man whore. I knocked on the door. Cameron answered.
"Hey, Taylor", he said. He smiled in that unsure kind of way. He was staring at me kind of funny, probably because I looked like I went swimming in my clothes.
"Hi", I replied, with a laugh.
"You're soaked", he said, and gave a little laugh
"Yeah, I guess I am"
