⭐️Kissing in the Rain

12: Cora

"Well, well, well. I had a feeling you would be a different type of girl..." Mr. Stephan Herron said to Jake, Tara and I as was stood in his office. We told him about me being a ghost fairy and about the flying lessons.

"What kind of fairy are you?" I ask as he gives me a big smile.

"I am a time fairy. The name is self explanitory." He says coolly.

"Sweet. So how many of you are there? There must be a lot cause there is so many different time zones..." I say.

"There are many, yes. There are time fairies that speak every language, each on their own cloud along with the other fairies that speak that language. We are close allies with the Spanish cloud, or Las Nubes. They are very friendly." Mr. Stephan says.

"Awesome. So my flying has been a little wonkey and I was just kind of hovering for a minute. Is that normal?" I ask.

"Yes. For a ghost fairy, that is normal." He continues with, "There was only one other in existence and he died. But from what I can tell, he was very in control of his gifts too."

"What was his name?" I ask curiously. It isn't really that I care, only that I am constantly asking questions like that.

"Ryan Michaelson." He says simply. My blood goes cold.

"R-Ryan Michaelson?" I ask. He nods, "That isn't possible..." I almost whispered. This is crazy. I haven't heard that name in so long...

"What's wrong, Cora?" Jake asks as he squeezes my hand that he hasn't let go of since we got here.

"Ryan Michaelson is my father." I whisper again. He left us when I was only 7 and I haven't heard from him since. If what Mr. Stephan says is true, then I now know why. "How did he die?"

"The Dreadwings got him when we were in a war with them. When the war finally ended he was nowhere to be seen and proclaimed dead." Tara answers.

"But you never found his body?" They shake their heads, "So there is still a chance that he is alive, right?"

"Cora, I am sorry but it's been years. If he was alive he would have contacted us by now." Mr.Stephan answers sadly. I'm not one to give up so easy, though.

"But what if the Dreadwings took him and trapped him? What if they are slowly killing him or something?" I say. Did they even fucking look for him? God! Why did he have to fucking leave? All this would have been avoided if he had just stayed!

"Cora, I'm telling you-" I cut him off.

"No! I bet you didn't even look for him! I bet you didn't even care!" I ran out of the building, crying as the rain that had started a few minutes before beat down on me, masking the tears themselves, but not the sounds of my sobs as they wracked my body.

Before I could go any farther, a hand clamped down on my wrist, spinning me around and into Jake's arms. We looked at eachother, him giving me a sad smile, and we just hugged. Just hugged and cried and finally, when I pulled away to look into his eyes, we kissed. So here we are.

Kissing in the rain.

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Once we finished kissing, we hurried inside and got dried off. By the time we were dried, Tara and Beatrice were in the dining room arguing about something stupid, mabey plates? I don't even know. But Tommy was trying to break it up, failing miserably because of how skinny and boney he is. He probably couldn't even lift a stick with a marshmallows on each end like spongbob.

Jake and I just watched from the hallway. After a wile we got bord and started making out. The making out led back to my room and onto my bed. We were kissing really quickly, it was exilerating. My heart was pounding out of my chest, yet I wasn't nervous, not at all. Really, I was eager to do things out of my comfort zone. Those things being anything sexual. Not sure why though.

"Wow, Cora. For a virgin your pretty horny." Jake said and I smacked his shoulder.

"I cannot believe you just said that to me! Things were going so great untill you opened up you big mouth!" I say to him teasingly, "And to think, I was going to have sex with you..." I mumble.

"You were?" He says with an amused expression. Did he not believe me?

"Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud!" I say and mentally face palm.

"No, no, it's fine by me, sweetheart. As long as your good, we can do whatever you want." He says. Did he just call me sweetheart? It doesn't matter. What does is that I want him.

So I kiss him with all my force. I hope I got the message across. And I guess I did, as he slips his hand under my shirt and lightly squeezes my boob unexpectedly. I like this.

Now let's just see his much more I can get...