"Thoughts in the Rain."
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IVY;
It was about to rain. The dark storm clouds covered the sky. An angry storm was to be accounted for, and everyone had known it. Spite it, she decided to venture, she wanted to experience everything in life before it's too late. she wanted to stay out too late and give random kisses and send someone a spontaneous text to draw a smile on their face and write poetry at twelve at night when your soul is raw. The scenery was dry, yet that was all to be ruined by what was coming. No birds chirped and the usual sun rays disappeared, leaving everything dull and gloomy.
Everything seemed sad. The way she likes it. Most people say they love the sun and the heat, and everyone sits in anticipation for summer when the sun shines down and the birds chirp, along with everyone complaining about the heat. Ivy, on the other hand, liked it when the sky was painted black and the sun was hidden behind the grey clouds. She liked quiet, but not most of the time.
She liked quiet in the middle of rush, like the eye of a hurricane. The feeling when you're seated all alone in a room while a party is taking place outside. Like standing outside of a concert venue, where all you hear is the sound of your thoughts seething you and the faint magic of music swiveling around the area like a spinning chair.
She enjoys the outdoors. She inhaled sharply, imagining the leaves flying in the wind swirling in my lungs, touching them with every colour.
She turned her gaze towards the sky, and with all the colours of her imagination she paints bright yellow stars on the dark canvas.
She takes a seat on the grass, looking around. It was around 6 pm, and all the teenagers were indoors, swallowing their minds into a video game, or nestled between their bed sheets watching Netflix. Her skin is tickled by the grass, and in her mind she wishes if she could become one with the greens.
She listened intently to the nature, she takes the sounds as a melody to her ears. The winds pick up, and caress her long purple hair. It had started to rain. She crouches under the roof of the entrance in a nearby building.
She spots a puddle forming in a dent in the pavement. She imagines a rough sea, waves crashing down in boats dare float the mighty seas. She grips her hands in fists as she watches the rain pour down.
"It's really pretty, isn't it ? You know, the calming sound of the rain splattering on the ground" She hears a voice pierce the air.
"Yeah, it is." She says, almost instantly.
She moves her view to the boy standing beside her.
She examines his face, her own laced with feelings of the unknown. His eyes wore a blue colour and his calm expression carved into a pale face. His thin lips craved colour as they chapped in the wind. His blonde hair contrasted against his deep green hat.
"I've never seen you around before, is this your first time here?" She asks.
"Well, nice to meet you too. I'm Luke." He jokes, looking off into the sky.
She lets a laugh escape her lips. "I'm Ivy," She explains. "So what brings you here, I haven't seen you here much." Redirecting the subject away from her.
"I just like to get away sometimes, you know? It's really nice out here." He shrugs, his tall figure crouching down.
He looks up at me. "You were the only one here, and I thought it was getting a bit too lonely and depressing, so I just came by to say Hi." He gives her a small smile.
She huffs, agreeing with him. She moves closer.
Her eyes darted all over the scenery displayed in front of her. She fumbled with her hands, sitting unsteady.
"So, Ivy. Do you go to school?" He asks. He continues to look at the rain, which has become lighter recently.
She answers with a simple 'yes.'
"Yeah, I'm in school too. Or starting school, anyway. I just moved here from Sydney. You know, for the obvious reasons, parents working, better environment, wider future. You know, the cliché, usual reasons someone moves." He explains.
"What do your parents do, that has to have them move?" She asks again, curiosity stricken.
"Well, my mums a University Professor, and my dad is a lawyer. My mum just got a job at the University of Queensland, actually." He said.
She sits in silence, collecting the new information.
"What school do you go to ?" He asks.
Her mind goes blank.
Finally, she forces the words out of her mouth. "I go to Forest lake, ever heard of that ?" I ask.
His face lights up, his eyebrows arching and the sea of colour in his eyes waving and thrashing around. "Yeah, yeah, that's the one I've been transferred to." He explains. His voice was hardly monotone, containing his excitement.
His phone started ringing. The vibration disturbed the peace, and I imagined them mixing with the grey atmosphere, creating a cloud of shades. He takes his phone out of his pocket and answers the call. He mumbles a few words, then returns his phone to where it was.
We sat in silence again.
The rain was over. The ground, slippery. The air now smelled of rain and greens. The clouds moved overhead, and seemingly fall to the ground, it's foggy. The birds chirped and the wind was racing; like her mind when she looked down from her bedroom window to see the view of the green trees and silky flowers for he first time. She breathes in red, the colour of the fallen leaves, and blue, the colour of the sky, to breath out purple. The colours dance in the wind, they sway, dangling from the air.
Ivy looks back at her new friend, Luke. He bites his pierced lip as he taps his foot. His eyes scan through the fog.
"Do you need to be somewhere?" She asks nonchalantly, shrugging.
"Yeah, my mum just told me to come because of our house warming party. I have to go." He apologized.
He gets up to leave, she listens to the sound of his rushed foot steps against the ground. Her eyebrows stitch together above her eyes as she thinks.
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i need advice ok do you think this is moving too fast like are they acting too friendly they just met or ?? is it normal ?? btw i researched all this i made sure it was right and possible and all made sense ok bye vote comment read bye :-D
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