Blaise's family owned a house by the ocean. It was summer break and he asked you to stay there with him. There was a storm coming, a long way away, but it was cloudy and dark, the sea was starting to pick up.
You were in the kitchen, reading your book in the window seat, when you saw him waving his arms from the beach.
You shot up, grabbed a raincoat, and made your way down to the shore.
He had set up a picnic blanket and snacks, there was a little campfire in front of it and there were marshmallows and chocolates to make smores.
There was a small radio playing slow music.
The sand was still warm, it was sunny earlier, and the tide was out.
He grabbed your hand and twirled you around, grinning like a fool in love (because he was). He didn't mind the coming storm, the smell of rain, the ocean, seaweed, any of it. All he cared about was that you were with him.
You both collapsed onto the blanket, laughing. He sat up and pulled you closer to him, gazing out at the coming storm.
You should have been scared of it, but you weren't.
He wouldn't let anything happen to you, you were safe, and it was beautiful.
You both stayed there for a while, in each other's arms, staring out at the ocean.
Until the rain started.
Blaise immediately shot up and threw you over his shoulder, completely forgetting about the picnic. He was running back into the house when he put you down.
You were both soaking wet anyways, so you shrugged and dragged him back out to dance in the rain.
A crack of thunder was the one thing that sent you back into the house, in front of the roaring fireplace, holding each other close to get warm.
"You are my calm in the storm."
