Write The Rain

Chapter Two

Despite every word in the English dictionary the only one that could possibly be said to this experience was "wow".

My jaw fell slack as my eyes rapidly absorbed my surroundings. 

"Do you, do you like it?" RJ stumbled.

God, it was amazing. 

I didn't know where I even was, but it was gorgeous. 

The foyer was sleek and an off mahogany color. The ambience felt similar to Christmas, and surrounding me was what felt like a TV show.

Towering trees shrouded the room with the scent of pine. There were fake gift boxes aligning the floor and a toy train running in the center of a circular track placed in a large glass case. There were so many things to take in. But the most spectacular one was by far the cold specks dotting everything in the room.

Dropping his hand I raced directly into the faux snow. I lifted a hand towards the sky and allowed one of the specks to land on my hand. I smiled at this and turned to RJ in disbelief.

"It's winter" I said, dumbfounded.

"It is. He chuckled". 

I have no idea how long we were in that place of euphoria for, but I would have stayed there for hours. 

Still in my stupor, I zoned out, completely infatuated by the scene in front of me. "Drew" RJ said nudging my shoulder. 

Not looking at him I gave a small nod to indicate that I was listening. 

"You're gonna catch flies or some shit if you don't close your mouth." He laughed.

I smirked, continuing to look onward at the scene. "Don't you mean snowflakes?" I said. 

I heard RJ groan in protest of my choice of words. 

His arm snaked around my shoulder and we watched as the snowflakes vanished with each surface they hit. 

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"I will pick you up in twenty, look nice." 

I rose a hand to my chest in mock hurt "I thought I always looked nice" I pouted. RJ rolled his eyes and smiled. "You do, but I have been with you for years. You'd look great in a trash bag." He threw his head back and laughed. 

"So, dress code is a trash bag?" I inquired grinning. 

He scoffed "You're such a wise ass. Yes, wear a trash bag". He said, with a roll of the eyes. 

He tapped the car door with an open palm, signaling that he had to head out himself. 

"I gotta go look presentable. You should too, Love you". 

He gave one more smile as he backed out of the driveway. 

"You always look presentable though!" I called out to him. "I love you too". 

But he was already gone and only the wind heard me. 

I had a general idea where this was going and where my boyfriend was taking me. But even this knowledge wasn't enough to aid my quest in finding an appropriate outfit for tonight. 

I stepped into my house and took the turn to my room and swung the door open.  I started rooting through my clothes. I threw clothes left and right, getting increasingly aggravated with each piece of clothing I grabbed. I grabbed shirts, and oxford button downs, and jeans and dress pants and vests and jackets and belts of all kinds, but nothing seemed right. 

I collapsed on my bed with a loud sigh as my face collided with the mattress. I heard a light knock sound on my already opened door. 

"Are we having an aneurism?"