Suselle Oneshots: Between "The Closet" and "The Dorm"

Angst/Fluff: Rain

I can't stand the rain. I hate hearing it hit my windows. It makes my bones hurt. The rain is imprinted into every part of me. So many nights of sleeping outside in the rain will do that to a person. It's not the rain's fault that he kicked me out periodically. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

That being said, I can deal with it. Other shit, like lightning storms or tornado warnings, fuck no, but rain I can kind of deal with. Not my favorite, but it's not the end of the world. Still, being caught outside without an umbrella is never a fun time. So image how fucking great it was when we had our first proper Christmas together and instead of snowing it fucking rained.

No, it didn't just rain, it fucking poured. I'd already kind of ruined one of Kris's Christmases, I wasn't about to go and fuck up another. I didn't want to fuck it up for me, either. It was my first Christmas away from him. Fully away from him, anyway. I know he'd already fucking offed himself before my first Christmas with the Dreemurr's, but this was the first one without him hanging over me. And fucking hell I needed to enjoy it.

*Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!*

"Fmuckk ovv..." Kris mumbled. I pried my eyes open to see what the noise was.

*Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!*

Right. Duh. My phone. I flipped it over to see who'd texted. 

Oh, of course. Who else would it be, dumbass? I let out a small smile and noise of content. 

Noey Doey: Merry Christmas my love! I hope your morning is as lovely as you are! I can't wait to see you tomorrow morning. I love you so much and I miss your face

Me: good morning and merry christmas noey. every morning is better when i wake up to a text from you. i cant wait to see your dumb face and kiss your dumb antlers. andddd its almsot your birthday loser so soon ill get to give you 15 birthday punches

It suddenly hits me that Noelle is almost fifteen. She's almost old enough to drive. It's enough to finally drag me up and out of bed. I quickly grabbed my glasses before shuffling to the bathroom.

Birthdays. Right. That. No, don't think about that today. I... I don't want to. Even though, ugh, fucking hell. 

"Happy forty fourth, old man," I mutterd, spitting into the piss filled toilet. "'s what you deserve, dick."

I washed my hands and my mind of him before pulling my hair up into a pony tail. It started to grow on me, especially once I got an undercut. Damn, I didn't realize how heavy my head was until half my fucking hair was gone. But the undercut plus my new glasses, because apparently I couldn't see but never got to go to the doctor to figure that out, first of all made me look like a whole new person and second of all got rid of like 90% of my headaches which fucking rocked.

Kris was still in bed when I got back to our room. "Come on, asshole. I'm willing to bet dear old dad and Azzy are waiting for you. Matter of fact, I'm waiting for you. So let's go." They didn't respond. Didn't even acknowledge I'd said anything. Wait was -- did they just fucking snore? 

Oh, that's it, that little shit.

In an instant, the little fucker was over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Wazzupt-guh... fu... hey! Susie! Put me down!" They struggled in my grip, but too little too late. I dropped them on the couch.

"Need your pillow, sleepy head?" I taunted. They just glowered at me. If looks could kill then no amount of magic, human or monster, would be able to bring me back. Listen, I get that humans have to sleep a lot when they're teenagers, but this is excessive. Kris had already shot up a foot and a half in the past year. How much more growing was there? For fuck's sake, they were already taller than me. Fucker was actually nearing six foot at age fifteen.