Dancing in the Rain

Chapter Three: Rose and Hunter

Chapter Three: Rose and Hunter

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Taylor’s Point of View

“Well, that was good.” Rob says, flopping on my bed, sending the whole thing bouncing and creaking. Rob may be skinny, but he sure is tall, which still puts a lot of weight on the bed. I laugh and flop on it with him, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling fan as it whips the air around in silent motion.

We’ve just gotten back from Beach Shop and Grill, and it’s about 8:30. We still have a few hours to eat junk food and watch chick flicks or whatever. 

“Yeah, it totally was. I’m surprised, I’m not much of a seafood person...but their shrimp and grits were amazing.” I say. Rob doesn’t say anything in reply, instead he reaches across to my desk and grabs a notebook, then throws it at me. It hits me square in the shoulder and falls on the floor.

“What was that for?” I cry indignantly, giving him a tight glare.

“For being such a picky eater.” he says nonchalantly, laughing. 

I roll my eyes, picking the notebook off the floor and smacking him several times with it, each time arousing more laughing from him as he rolls over, which causes him to fall off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a comical thump.

We’re both silent for a moment, and then we lose it and start cracking up. I reach down and help him up, and it must take us a full ten minutes to stop laughing . 

“Okay, so what do you want to do tonight?” I ask once I’ve caught my breath.

“Uh...” Rob lets his head fall back as he looks up at the ceiling. “We could watch...” he looks back at me. “The Princess Bride? That’s a good one.”

“Yes!” I say, smiling as the cloudy image of Wesley and Princess Buttercup pops into my head. It’s one of my favorite movies, and I haven’t seen it in a while. My whole entire middle school years consisted of just Rob and I sitting around watching older movies like The Princess Bride, The Count of Monte Cristo, and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Fifteen minutes later, I pop the dvd into the dvd player and sit back on the couch, taking the bowl of popcorn from Rob. He stands up and flips off the light, and the bright light of the TV screen being the only thing visible in the darkness. Perfect.

Me and Rob watch the whole thing through in mostly silence, except for occasionally laughing and obnoxiously saying the next lines before they even come out of the actor’s mouth.

After the movie, Rob and I find ourselves again just sitting on my large bed, talking. Er, me talking while he flips through magazines. In the middle of a story about the time my little brother hid a fake cockroach in my pillowcase, I stop, sighing.

“You aren’t even listening, are you?” 

He looks up from his magazine, completely clueless. “What? No, go on. What happened after you hit him with a broom?”

I wave my hand. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter. Talk to me. How was your day? How are you feeling?” I pick up a magazine and swat his knee with it, because he keeps looking back down at the magazine.

“Okay, okay!” He laughs, sighing and rubbing his knee. “I’m fine. A little worried about our new school, but otherwise fine.”

I blink, thinking for a moment. “How come?”

“I don’t think...I just don’t know if it’s going to be any better.”

“Anything’s better than Durham.” I say, snorting. “But I get your point. I think we’ll be fine, though.”