Noor absolutely adored kissing in the rain. It was just so romantic. It was the kind of thing that you'd see in an old movie full of women with that crazy seventies hair and guys wearing leather jackets and blue jeans. It was a main-character thing to do, that was for sure. For a few brief seconds, Noor felt like a brown Audrey Hepburn. Then, she felt like Noor. And that was no less magical.
The rain was caught in Noor's eyelashes and all over Quentin's chocolate skin. It had soaked through her book bag and Quentin's socks. They were both shivering, clutching each other as the rain pounded down around them in time with their racing hearts. There was a sense of giddy exhilaration in Noor's chest as she wrapped her arms around Quentin and held him close and tight.
The box of (coffee-flavored) muffins that she had bought for Zafira in an attempt to bridge the increasing divide between them was soggy and forgotten in her bag. Almost forgotten, that is. Because Zafira could never leave Noor's mind. She was like a leech that attached itself to whatever metaphorical pin-stuck cork board that was in Noor's brain. Lightning flashed, illuminating the darkened sky for a few brief seconds. Over Quentin's shoulder where Noor's chin rested, she caught sight of two faces in the window of Dorm 14. Vincent, looking pale as a ghost, and Zafira, looking defensive and confused. They seemed to be in the midst of some sort of heated argument. Noor averted her eyes just in case they were watching her.
"Quentin?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we go back to your dorm?"
Quentin peeled himself away from her, frowning. "Yours is right there, though," he protested.
Noor forced a smile. "I want to run across campus in the rain, though," she said. She was chilled to the bone, teeth chattering, and she actually did not want to run around in a rainstorm, but she also didn't want to get involved with what had to be the most emotion Zafira and Vincent had shown in quite some time now.
"Alright," Quentin said, lips curving in a grin. "Let's go, then."
Noor clutched onto his hand as they ran, shrieking, across the square. Lightning zapped through the sky and thunderheads boomed loudly above them. The horse that Noor had once leapt onto stood - a lightning hazard - deserted in the middle of the square. Even the pigeons that usually flocked to it (they thought it was a toilet, Noor was convinced) were nowhere to be seen.
The cobblestones were slippery underfoot, and Noor almost fell several times. Luckily, Quentin yanked her mid-fall back to her feet, saving her time and time again. "Are you sure you aren't my knight in shining armor?" Noor teased as Quentin unlocked the door to his and Vincent's dorm.
Quentin chuckled, opening the door for her to step inside. He followed, shutting it as Noor dropped her sopping book bag onto a nice marble table and discarded her shoes. She sunk her toes into the blissful fluffiness of Vincent's favorite rug. A jazz song was playing on Vincent's vintage record player. "Dance with me," Quentin suggested. And dance they did.
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i felt. i felt bored and then i was like welp let's do it let's post another noor and zafira chapter despite it being friday afternoon.
yes i will be posting the one you guys /actually want to read/ because it's *~spicy~* tmr :>
i'm going to the varsity fball game tn-- wish me do-not-get-your-clumsy-ass-trampled-by-a-crowd-of-tall-high-school-students <3 will let u know how it goes.
also we're at 500 reads that's crazy shit :^ tq and ly
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Romance[gxg] Noor hates Zafira, and Zafira hates Noor; They're content to keep it that way. But there's a fine line between hate and love, and when a speech-and-debate competition thrusts them into a world of late-night donut runs and studying to Noor's ba...
