Craving Popularity

Dancing Under The Rain

Dancing the waltz is easy to watch but is hard to execute.

I am just pretending that I'm comfortable with Drake's hands on my waist but I'm not. I'm starting to think that the reason why I can't dance properly is Drake.

I was distracted with my own thoughts and I suddenly stepped on Drake's foot.

"O my gosh! I'm sorry." I tried to get out from his grip but he just pulled me nearer to him and continued dancing like nothing happened.

"I know you're not used to this but just pretend that we are in a fairytale. I'm your Prince Charming, and you my lady is Cinderella." He whispered in my ear bringing shivers in my spine.

"I prefer being Elsa. I wanna be cold as ice." I smirked at him as soon as he faced me.

"If that's the case then I'll be Olaf. I wanna feel your warm hug." Drake is a serious person, but this maybe so far the most serious tone he had used. I can't even read his face. I thought I'm the unpredictable here.

He stopped dancing with his hands still on my waist. He pulled me nearer to him causing my eyes to widen but what made me beyond shock is when he hugged me so tight.

"Some people are worth melting for." He whispered. What does he mean?

I just hugged him back and we stayed like that for some seconds and the rain is slowly fading.

"This is my house." I suddenly pulled off from our hug when I saw my house in front of me.

"Too much enjoyment could make you forget the world around you." I looked at him dumbfounded. What is he talking about? Is he planning to make me think that he is unpredictable? Because it's working.

"Your talking nonsense Drake. Come inside so we could dry ourselves." I pulled him inside.

"So do you wanna go shower first?" I asked him as soon as we reached the inside of my house.

"Let's not take a bath first. Let's first capture the moment." He took something out of his pocket.

"What is that?" I asked him when I saw that he got something inside a plastic.

"Here." He handed it to me so I took it. I stared at it for a moment trying to know what is inside it. Is that a phone inside the plastic?

"What is this?" I finally asked him out of curiosity.

"It's your iPhone inside a condom." He had my mouth hanged open when he said that.

"What? Condom? Eeee... take it back!" I hurriedly handed it back to him.

"Calm down. It's an unused condoms. And aren't you informed that condoms are safe even if you're holding it or using it?" He flashed a grin at me.

"I know you have something dirty in mind." I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Well, you are claiming that you know what I'm thinking so that means that you are also thinking the same thing. Does that mean that you also have a dirty mind?" He seems to be challenging me.

"Any person that knows what a condom is would think the same thing towards you even if they are a kid, teacher, principal, janitor, gay, lesbians, green-minded, virgin or not. So, Mr. McFlint would you care to prove to me that half of the world is wrong for thinking something dirty towards a man that has a condom with him?" What would you expect from a guy who have a condom? That he will just be having a Christmas Party that's why he needs condoms to substitute for the balloons?

"I have two reasons. First reason is, I have a condom with me because I am using it whenever I have to bring something and it's raining. See, it can be use for other purposes not just in bed." He showed me the dry iPhone that he took inside the condom.

"I'm sorry for..." I bowed down my head in shame while not being able to finish my sentence.

"If you and half of the world is thinking that the reason why I have a condom with me is because I'm gonna have a sex with a girl and I'm gonna use it for safety then all of you is correct because that is the second reason why I bring condoms." He never fails to make me speechless. I am literally out of words to say.

"Who are you having sex with?" I wanna take that back. Trust me! I just slipped.

"Remember yesterday? When I forced you to do that? That is when it ended. I used to be a playboy but with you? I'm willing to not be safe because I could already see you smiling at me every time I close my eyes before going to sleep." I let out an awkward laugh with what Drake said.

I know he is messing with me but I still don't know how to handle this.

"You are such a joker Drake. Oh well, if you don't wanna go to the shower first then I'll go." I hurriedly walked to the bathroom to avoid the awkwardness between us.

I was laughing my butt off when I saw Drake come out of my room wearing my dress. It is hugging tightly on his body and he looks like a gay fitness instructor. I gave him my white t-shirt and navy blue shorts because we don't have a choice. I don't have a dad and I am the only child so it's impossible to find a guy's dress in this house.

"Stop laughing. Nothing's funny." He said blushing.

"That dress couldn't even touch my skin when I'm wearing it but with you it looks like it's your skin." I wiped my imaginary tears of joy.

"You just find me sexy in this dress." He teasingly said.

"Yup, very sexy. The truth is you are oozing with sexiness you look like a hot mama who had just moved-on from a divorce." I looked at him from head to toe while controlling myself to not laugh so hard. God, he looks stupid.

"I do not look like a grass widow Paige." He threatened me with a grin.

"Yup, you don't look like a grass widow." I agreed causing him to flash that victorious smile on his face. "You just look like an old gay aerobics instructor." I laughed while running.

"Wait till I catch you." He shouted.

I ran downstairs trying to get away from him. When we got to the kitchen I suddenly felt tired with my heart pumping so fast and without knowing it Drake caught me. He tickled me and I laughed and laughed.

"Drake...pfft....stop...." He keeps on tickling me.

I tried to tickle him back too causing us to lose our balance and fall down. The next thing I know is Drake is on top of me staring awkwardly at my face.

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