Short Stories

Raindrops

Trope: Enemies to Lovers

Pronouns used: She/Her Reader x Unnamed He/Him

Summary: Yn and her coworker have butted heads since she started. He seems to think he is so much better than her and she can't stand it. At first, he was just her enemy. Someone who helped her strive to do better. She is certain he hates her and likes to make her life difficult. But one day a certain road trip may make her see him in a different light; and maybe bring things to the surface that neither of them were willing to acknowledge. 

Warnings: Lots of anxiety, hydroplaning, on the verge of fainting, slight shouting at one point but nothing insane, overthinking, feeling crying shame, emotional reader

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The roads were slick, and the mix of dark and rain made visibility basically impossible. 

It was bad enough that you couldn't see a damn thing, but to make matters worse he was sitting right next to you. 

He hadn't said a word since you started driving. You hated that you had no idea what he was thinking. After what just happened, you can only imagine he was nitpicking everything you did wrong as he usually does.  

You had blown it, you know you had. You got nervous and thus the sales pitch you gave fell flat on its face, you were literally laughed out of the room. 

As you ran out you saw him standing there, just staring from his seat outside the office. He reached out a hand to say something and if you didn't know better you may have thought you saw concern in his eyes as he looked at you, but you knew him. You knew all he was going to do was tell you what you should have done. Tell you what he would have done. 

That's how things were between you. Whenever you succeeded, you rubbed it in his face, telling him how awesome you were. He did the same. Whenever either of you made a mistake the other jumped on the opportunity to nitpick it; highlighting what they would have done in the same scenario. 

You loved the banter you had between each other, but part of you wished there was more there. A part of you that you never dared listen to. 

But in this instance, you didn't think you could handle hearing his banter no matter how playful. Though as you were now, you weren't sure his silence was any better. 

It pained you to not know what he was thinking. Not know how he felt about the pitch. About you. 

After your failure you thought your night couldn't get any worse, that was until he approached you asking for a ride. You had forgotten that you had been the one to drive you both to the pitch from the hotel. Now you had to drive back. 

Your anxiety bubbled in your chest as you started driving. It always did; driving was one of the scariest things you had to do. You hated it and it scared you every time you sat behind the wheel, but unfortunately, it wasn't something you could get by without. 

In this instance, the limited visibility wasn't helping the anxiety. Not to mention the anxiety you were already feeling from the pitch, wondering what your boss would say when you came into work tomorrow. 

You could feel how tense your muscles were as you drove, your knuckles gripping the wheel so tightly you would be surprised if there wasn't an indentation in the leather when you let go.

You tried to watch your breathing as you focused on the road, trying to block everything out and get to the hotel without anything bad happening. 

You ignored the man sitting next to you as much as you could, trying to force your thoughts away from the fear of his silence.