like lightning: jack harries

fifteen

JACK: pov

"I had no idea there was so much in this city." Laura breathed, taking off her sunglasses and shaking her hair out of her bun. "Honestly, I feel like my feet are going to fall off."

"No kidding." Peter muttered, a new hot chocolate mustache present above his lip as he took a long sip.

"We hit pretty much everything on our list, except for running into Kate Middleton." Laura sighed disappointingly, as if it was a possibility. "but we did get Hyde Park, Big Ben, Tower Bridge, St. Paul's cathedral, Buckingham Palace, so that's pretty much everything."

A loud thunder crash shook the small cafe, buckets of rain pounding down on the roof soon after. Laura and Peter jumped in their seats and Laura grinned, eagerly looking out the window.

"Welcome to London." I chuckled.

Laura drank her last bit of coffee and stood up. "Well, we should probably should get going." She checked her phone. "It's almost 1:25, I don't know if the Velcher Vulture with like me being late for the 5th time already."

Late for what, The Flirting with Ben Show?

"Velcher vulture. I like it."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, we probably should get going."

We went out onto the street, rain coming down on us like it was a repeat of Noah's Ark. Peter immediately jumped into the largest puddle, sending a tidal wave all over Laura's dress. She shrieked and did the same to him, disregarding the fact that her leather boots were getting completely ruined.

I stomped in a larger puddle and water drenched Laura once again, her dimpled laugh echoing throughout the street and all around rainy London and up into the storm clouds.

"Not this time, sucker." She stomped in her own puddle and sent water all over my face and shirt, causing the fabric to stick to me like clear glue. I could feel my cheeks burn as she grinned at me in her drenched state, because, believe it or not, she was almost 50% more attractive in the rain. (Trust me, those goddamn shower thoughts had already been pushed to the back of my head already)

I scooped up water from a puddle and splashed Laura as she attempted to splash Peter, suddenly causing a 3-way Water War. The rain came pouring down even harder with every laughing fit we had-- Laura was suddenly the Storm Goddess, her laugh causing the thunder and lightening that shook the entire city.

When we found the drenched Cadillac (also known as 5 1/2 years in prison with father in the garage repairing his beloved leather seats) we all were soaked idiots who couldn't stop laughing. Laura was far late to her internship, but she suddenly didn't care. Or she just forgot, because all she could think about was how hilarious Peter and I looked completely soaked as we sat in a convertible with the cover broken in the middle of a rain storm.

I pulled up to the library and she paused to look at me, her hair clinging to the sides of her face and her eyelashes coated with water droplets. "Thanks for this, really." She smiled slightly, her dimples making their third appearance today and my heart exploding out of my chest for the 50th time.

"It was no problem." I looked down, adjusting my hands on the soaked steering wheel. "You sure you don't need a towel or anything?"

Laura looked down at her drenched dress and shrugged. "Might as well have an excuse for being..." She looked at her watch. "10 minutes late."

"Oh, ok." I wiped my wet hands on my jeans, noticing that, they, too were soaked.

"Well then, I guess I'll see you two later." The Storm Goddess told us, patting Peters wet blonde curls and waving at me.