The Life Of A Crazy Girl And Her 10 Brothers

It's Raining It's Pouring

The bed dipped beside me and awkward tension filled the air.

This is so fucking awkward. Should I say something first? What would I say: the weather's nice? You're literally a fucking idiot, I chastised. God, were things always this awkward? I never should've kissed him.

"Umm," he started, breaking the silence, "is something wrong?"

I frowned, unburying my face from his sheets—that smelled just like him—and frowned. "What? No."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, I was just wondering because you've never slept in here with me before."

I rolled over, directing my eyes to his ceiling. Wow, that ceiling is really ceiling like. "I...I watched a scary movie."

A pause and then, "Oh."

Why'd he pause? When I looked over, he was blushing. "Why is your face red!"

He hesitated. "That means you came to me for comfort, right? You feel safe with me?"

In that moment I stopped breathing. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Warmth rushed to my cheeks and I prayed it wasn't visible. "Shut up," I muttered and crawled under his covers. "I'm going to sleep."

A click followed by the room plunging into darkness and then the bed dipped beside me and Seth was getting comfortable.

"Woah, woah, woah! You're not sleeping on the floor?"

I could just barely make out his frown. "Sleep on the floor?" he scoffed. "This is my bed."

"You don't even live here!"

He snorted. "Might as well."

I swallowed. Ember said I had to sleep in Seth's bed. It's fine, you can get through this, just close your eyes and go to sleep.

I scooted over to give us some space, and when we both got settled, he was facing one way and I, the other.

Hearing Kaiter's deep breaths beside me, I realized he was asleep. Damn, already? He didn't even fight any demons or anything.

It took all of two minutes before he began shifting in his sleep. I ignored it at first but when it continued, I flipped over to face him and startled at how close he had shifted to me.

Then, he started to shift closer to me and I panicked.

"Seth? Seth!" I whispered yelled. "Stop! Stay on your side!" I thought about slapping him awake, but then I felt the heat radiating from him. What in fucks name? Does he have the sun under his skin or something?

He stopped shifting when he was centimeters from my face. I held my breath and tried to beat my unholy thoughts about his lips away from my mind.

My eyes drifted shut and I let my mind go blank, when an arm pulled me in close.

I huffed. You're lucky this room is on polar bear pussy right now and you're warm.

Curling into his chest, I was finally falling asleep again when it started to rain. Softly at first, but soon pouring down with a dull roar. Hearing the trees thrashing about wildly as the wind picked up to brutal speeds, my heartbeat sped up.

Fuck! First the zombies and now this. I need to have a word with this bitch called Luck.

Taking a deep breaths, I forced myself to calm down. It's just rain. There's no sign of lightning or thunder. Nothing to work yourself into a frenzy over, I thought. Calm down.

And with that thought, brilliant flash of lightning lit up Seth's room.

Okay, maybe some lightning, but that's not that bad, right?

A few more deep breaths and I barely managed to calm down. My relief was short lived as thunder boomed across the sky, hand clamped over my mouth to prevent from screaming aloud.

This is bad. Worse than all the others. It was nighttime, an unfamiliar environment, and I didn't have any music to drown out the storm.

My heart beat faster and I felt it drop to my stomach. Shit, I think I'm gonna throw up.

A huge crack of thunder rolled through the sky and the shaking started. My whole body went through a series of involuntary shudders as my teeth began to chatter and wouldn't stop.
I burrowed into the covers. Please be a short storm, I thought, eyes clenched shut.

If anything, it got worse. The thunder got louder, the lightning brighter, and the rain heavier.

With my senses heightened due to fear, I could feel every vibration from the thunder and I spent an eternity flinching, whimpering, and jumping at the raging storm when it finally lightened up.

I tried to calm down, chest heaving with unshed tears in my eyes, telling myself that it was over, only for the storm to start up louder than ever.
I yelped when thunder shook my whole house. My breathing sped up and I had a full body flinch shuddered through me as lightning zigzagged across the wall. Thunder boomed once again, sounding like a firecracker right next to me, and I flinched hard.

"Avy?" a husky voice rumbled.

Seth was awake.

I peeked out of the covers, cautiously. "Yeah?" I whispered, voice raspy.

"Are you okay?"

"Ye—" Thunder boomed loudly and I whimpered, ducking back into my blanket's safety.

Shit.

I covered my mouth, as if that could cover my mistake. My vision blurred. This is so stupid. Hiding because of a thunderstorm. I'm so childish. Red hot shame welled within me. Peeking out again, I watched Seth warily, waiting for him to laugh at me, only for him to just be studying me.

"Are you scared of thunderstorms?"

I paused. Should I play it off with a laugh? Should I tell him? Maybe I should ignore him.

Lightning flashed, highlighting his features and I pulled the covers over my head, clenching my eyes shut.

"Yes," I whispered.

I knew it, I thought as silence filled the air. He's going to laugh at for having such a childish fear.

Instead, warm, strong arms wrapped around me and drew me in tight. "You're shaking," he said softly and pulled me in closer.

A wave of relief crashed into me. He didn't laugh at me.

His warmth was comforting, but thunder struck again and I stiffened.

"It's okay," Seth murmured in my ear. "You're alright. I'm here."

Damn, I thought through my frenzied mind, he's good at this comforting thing.

I ducked deeper into his arms and let them hold me through the storm, weathering the flinches, the yelps, the occasional whimper, and shaking.

Seth tried talking to me, but I couldn't answer, trembling intensifying when I couldn't get the words out.

"It's fine, it's fine," he murmured. "You're fine, you don't have to answer. Just try to match your breathing to mine."

It took a moment, but I realized the Seth was taking deep breaths and I did my best to follow, breath occasionally hitching with lighting strikes and thunder rumbles.

However, all things have an end.

When the storm had calmed down to light rain, a long exhale left me feeling boneless. The fear had exhausted me and I was seconds from sleep when Seth squeezed in his arms.

"Next time there's a storm, don't go through this by yourself. Come to me," he whispered.

"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you," were my last words before hurtling towards sleep.