the tears of the storm

part 1

Aah, In a day like this, stormy, rainy and gradually getting darker, was the time where my mind was starting to take a diffrent position on the thoughts. Storms would always build a huge impact on me, and could change me for who I am throughout the day it marks.
I'm simply laying on my bed, without thinking of anything to do, just wondering about some possibilities of what the world's gonna throw on me, like a cake with countless sprinkles. Scaramouche has been one of those, and he never failed to surprise me everytime we had a meetup, and now that I'm thinking about him..
I'll ask him if we can meet up.
Now that I grabbed my phone, a notification buzzes and completely knocks the idea of what I wanted to do out somewhere behind the blinds. I click on the message I recieved, specifically from a contact "moochie coochie". That's Scaramouche, but I dont think he has realized for the moment that this is how his name's been sitting in my contacts for more than a year.
"hey there, good day my very dear. or rather I say morning, cause you wake up so fucking late. well then, are you willing to see me today? both of us know how storms make you act up."
Casually, feelings wouldn't rotate weirdly around a text for me, but this time it obviously managed to do, so theres nothing more than agreeing to see him, Scaramouche.
I stand up from my bed, walking slowly towards the closet because of all the energy that's been drained from me deeply. Just by seeing Scaramouche, I'll be drained even more, but this time.. on a good note.
As I open my closet, I run my hands through and stopping on an outfit that would fit the mood for me to wear. My parents were on vacation and I simply didn't wanna go, so today was just another free choice and able to do whatever i want.
I came across this thought, the time today, all the coincidences, it's gonna be triple as lit as than any other boring day. I just closey eyes for a moment, and witness the pure imagination of me and Scaramouche alone.
As if it was just..

just us.

My heart kept on racing whenever I had these wild imaginations, looks like I sure do wanna see him more than anything. My outfits now on, and it's time to put on all the jewlery. I'll look more than marvelous and he could simply think of.
My phone buzzes again, with the following mesage phrasing:
"i'll be there in like what, 20 minutes so get ready!! or not, anyways, see you soon <3"
As I compared his message to the one before, his emotions were just a rollercoaster that he decided to plant as his emperor. Knowing that all I wished to do was completely done, and there's not much needed to clean the house, and since he's that type of person to bring a ton of food to where he's coming, nothing was needed. I open my window fast, to catch a glimpse that the rain shared - it was fresh. I breathed in, until a stupid ass spider just got yeeted in my nose from thin air. I try to get it out, and i gladly succeed for that.
So.. approximately five more minutes until he's here. Now after breathing was this aur, i remembered how much i needed to piss in the bathroom really fast. I run like flash, and then, the doorbell rings but I get stuck in the toilet and can't get up for good 2 minutes. I quickly cleaned up and washed my hands carefully, again, running faster than ever to the door.
Scaramouche is here, looking as attractive as ever. I cannot really hold back from him anymore, he had his comfortable clothing on that he always looked amazing in, and a bag with the doodles we drew on it not too long ago. He always takes it with him, and that just makes me quite happy, knowing he Carrie's around the bag and i carry around the ring he gave me.
"Hey, Gabi. You look.. uh, amazing." He had some trouble saying that, where I could see him slightly blushing and as he glanced at me, he looked down at himself from all the moment he was flustered in. "Aww, hey, I couldnt ever stay calm looking at you." I said, and after that. He takes off his shoes pretty fast while I wait for him there and have a pretty short chat, he washed his hands and ran back to me, grabbing me tightly and pulling me to my room. The ideas flowing in my head on what we would be doing, I didnt know where to start. There was just so much I could do with him and never get bored. Scaramouche, you're my source of happiness and somehow keeping myself sane.
And then he let go of my hand, reaching his little bag and handing me some stuff. It was, simply something of his. The lollipops he tends to make himself, actually five of them there. I accept what he gave to me and simply layed on my bed, just as sinking in with it. Scaramouche places the bag on the chair in my room, so that it doesnt get lost and walks towards me, with that handsome smile on his face that definitely didnt mean anything "peaceful".
"I've been looking forward to see you all the week, and now.. it's time." [S]
Most likely, at this point where I have a lot of vivid fantasies during the storms, I could tell what was going on didnt treat me as a joke, but it was something that actually was up.
His hand lands on a side of my shoulder, where he leans down and our lips touch for a moment, I could tell he had really, really deep thoughts about today. Not that I would mind, anyway.
His body on top of mine, on a side of the bed where my legs were completely out of it. One of his hands reached my hair, stroking it, and as he did, He changed his expression to a rather handsome soft smile, and a sigh. He moved us in a more comfortable position, and placed his index finger on the bottom of my lip, and the rest a of the hand a little below.
With the butterflies rotating in my stomach and my head spinning slightly, I cannot help but actually blush. Scaramouche slid his finger down to my collarbone, rested it there and suddenly, I hadn't even taken a breath but our faces didnt have a centimetre apart. Just as he could get himself deeper, I may run out of breath, but that's the last thing I'd ever care about.
He separates his face from mine, and a sentence after that following "You're quite of a challenger." His hand was flowing down to mine, as he approached it and held it tight, then layed next to me and all I could say was: "You're so.. silly.. Scaramouche."
After Scaramouche heard so, I could just read his thoughts that he understood all that I meant with that, There was nothing more im required to say. We shared a part of our mind, where we could automatically describe anything, without having the need to speak out a single word.
But I will. "Hey, Can we dance in the storm together?"
Just as I'd expect, he was happy, rather more exicted, his mind in the fifth dimension just as mine, we just got to share it. It was obvious that doing such activities will be unsafe, but it's all clear were just the same level of mentality, and all we could do is just enjoy our sweet pretty life. I couldn't even ask for someone more than Scaramouche, he'll gladly be the definition of my wishes, that were granted.
I moved higher to the ceiling of the room and he jumped out of the bed, where I again felt like I've jumped, but I didn't. As he moved closer to me, moved closer again, he pulled my hand now and we were running faster than ever outside. Shoes didn't bother, neither did any clothing we wore that wasnt supposed to get wet. Who cared anyways, I can it wash out, besides my parents wont be here anyways, so the actual entertainment is about to hit its beginning. My mind, is not my mind. I've gone levels rising higher, but at least Scaramouche had some more common sense.
We stepped, more like rushed out the door and left it all the way open for it to close on it's own, One of his hands, it was on my waist. I couldn't help it, my heart beating so fast, any of his actions towards me would make me so nervous to the point where im gonna burn my cheeks. My hair was already starting to get wet, so was my clothing and including Scaramouche as well. With the other hand holding my own, He pulled me in so many poses of the dancing, where I gladly was able to follow the rhythm of, His foot standing on front, I get mine back, the hand he holds of mine, behind his back, as if I'm being taken from the turn, Scaramouche pulled off another move, which my mind wasnt so aware of, he leaned in for a small kiss. This was obviously what he tried to get from me, without any thoughts, he gets it.
"We'll spend all our energy so badly to the point neither of us can feel ourselves anymore, dear."
With his tone getting deeper by the end, he moves closer to my ear, whispering: "And, you'll be the first to lose your ability." With a voice like it, I wouldn't ever quit talking catchy stuff on others.. he said it in such an attractive way that I couldn't help it.
This time, this storm. It made major differences than any other. Attempting stuff that you are prohibited to by parents, but what can they do. They don't even know anything.
In the last step of the dance in the rain, the rythm has followed to the end. I fall, on the ground that's covered by the water layers, having lukewarm raindrops shatter on my face, I can't think about getting up. My eyes might've been closed, but the feeling of being under intense rain, it felt like freedom. However, I might've been under for too long. I can get hit by lighting anytime. I breathe out all the air, and feel Scaramouche's hands wrap around me, the feeling was as if i floated in the air. He lifted me up, and carried me in the bridal style inside.
The time as we walked back in the house, my clothes were dripping from all the rain that i was covered in. Now, what would I do in a position like this? I could've changed my clothes before going outside but oh well..
Suddenly, bursts of energy entered my body. I was no longer as tired or exhausted before, and I could stand up, meanwhile Scaramouche was just sitting on the next chair literally half asleep.
"Looks like you lost your energy first, what's the bet?" I look at him, but he's staring at the ceiling.
"We'll do anything you want!"
"Amazing, can we go bully kids outside?" With the excitement in my voice, and a smile opening up on my face.
He agrees to me, withington by the end laughing for a second, which caused me to fall in my thoughts and think of how attractive he was like that.
I head back to my room skipping, and grabbing some clothes to quickly change in, and Scaramouche decided to simply put on his sweater since he didn't have anything else with him that would be wearable. But, that wasnt a big deal anyways since it was just water, and the storm was nearly about to stop and enter a state of warm weather.
Before we went outside, I made sure there aren't any traces of our entrance here. Scaramouche walks out with his bag, and I carefully close the door ending with locking it.
I reached the pavement, where we walked along the road and were destined to a store to grab some snacks. His hand was dodging against mine, where I just decided to go on and hold it. We glanced at each other for a second, blushing one time another.
When the store was infront of us, I just ran inside furiously fast to grab all I wanted, just with Scaramouche trying to catch up with me to get even more stuff. All these juices, snacks, whatever, we needed to go to the cashier because I thought more than this would be ahead of my limits. There was Draff, and of course being very annoying he offered us if we want any of his chicken ball nuggets.
Scaramouche immediately threw a not so positive note towards Draff: ".. fuck off. Nobody wants those."
I simply walk away, and just as he tells me, "Those are actually terrible. Best to not have a taste of them, just trust me."
Simply laughing about it, we played for the food and continued going somewhere, I was just clueless. My senses kept on walking in the puddles, with one of my favourite shoes but I had trouble trying to control anything, since it was entertaining.
We just managed to come across this playground, which was actually infact take over by a bunch of ghetto boys, wearing Adidas and nike fits, that were absolutely terrible.
"Are these the kids we're bullying?" Scaramouche turned his head my way and asked me.
"Say less."

We rushed towards the group of boys, already being aware of our first impression towards them. Just as expected, they decided to talk first. "That dude with the blue hair looks like he pissed himself, bruh."

Yeah, and there it was. It was all official that these are the straight weird boys. But Scaramouche had better things to say. "I mean.. you're not wrong there-"

One of the boys decide to jump down and already act violent, by grabbing my wrist and pulling it towards them. There was only one thing I was required to say. "Oh well, another symbol of your weakness" With my wrists taken back, I push them above my height, causing one of the boys to overstretch their arms to the need where they let go. "You psycho!" And, that was all they could say.

We just, well, ran. They're no fun. Scaramouche grabbed my hand and held it tight, dragging me along his direction that was headed to the nearby field of flowers. The boys had tried to catch up, but they were no match.

My legs lost the energy to walk, as if we had ran through a whole desert, but Scaramouche had a plan for us already.

"Ah, that was really entertaining. But not as entertaining about what i'll be doing to you now.." With the smirk on his face and his eyes narrowing slightly, I gaze into the ocean of his eyes.

Both of us lay down on the field of the colourful flowers, I moved my hand closer to his and just held it like that. We were both looking at the sky, the marvelous sunset coming right down. "Soo.. I'll tell you about the things that happened back at some times, where my co-workers shat themself so hard that the floors started to creak.." We fall in the depths of the stories, with me adding also some details. It was as entertaining as ever, knowing the bright sun had already dried all the grounds.

It's set, and now the cold breeze takes over my skin. I get to tell that to him, and he takes off his sweater where both of us share it, "You know, um.. not only you would freeze here." We continued into our conversation for a few more minutes, until we were destined to go back home. He took me back to my place, and headed back to his own, knowing I'll see him soon any way.

"I'll see you soon again, my dear."