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Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain
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Ivy Kennedy
She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of natur...
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I immediately speed up as soon as the coast is clear. From the corner of my eye, I can see her struggling to breathe. I whisper sweet nothings to calm her. After driving a bit further, I pull over at the side of the road.
I turn towards her and see that she has her head down, covering her face. Her other hand is gripping her dress tightly. Gently, I remove her hand from her face and squeeze it, noticing the red marks from her nails. " Storm, please tell me you're okay?" I ask softly. She looks up and just stares at me for a moment. Then, suddenly, she starts giggling while looking ahead. "Storm?" I say again, this time with a slight smile, relieved that she's okay. Damn. She has the prettiest smile, and her laughter is like music to my ears. I can't help but join in. Her laughter is so contagious. She starts laughing even harder hearing my laugh.
At this point, we are both laughing so hard that tears stream down our faces as we clutch our stomachs. Eventually, our laughter subsides, and we look at each other with tear-stained faces. "What the heck just happened?" she asks, wiping her tears. "First, tell me why we laughed for five minutes straight. I don't even know why we started laughing," I say, looking at her.
"Storm? Seriously Lucas? " she asks, still giggling a bit. "What? That nickname suits you perfectly," I say defensively. "Sure," she replies, rolling her eyes. "No, really. Your whole personality screams Storm. You're mysterious as hell, fiercely determined, and you don't let anyone mess with you. I mean, ten minutes ago, you were ready to throw fists at Mr. Douchebag. So Storm fits you just right." She giggles at his nickname.
"Well then, okay, Lyn," she says, and now it's my turn to roll my eyes. "Lyn?" I ask playfully. She responds with a shrug and a smile, "Well, 'Lyn' is often associated with tranquility. It's related to water bodies and water itself is soft enough to give life and powerful enough to take it away. That perfectly describes you. I've seen you protecting Celeste and well , thanks for today ." she says trailing .
Shit , I've never liked a nickname so much. I mean, I've never had one before. Giving nicknames is my love language, but people usually call me by my name. "You really don't miss a thing, do you?" I say, teasing her. I pass her a bottle of water and take one for myself. "Come on, now Storm, tell me-do you have plans for the rest of the night?" "Um, no, not really," she replies. "Well then, do you want to go to the beach? A little birdie told me you're a beach person," I ask.
"Um, okay," she says after thinking . I start driving again. The sun has set, and the weather is dark with wind blowing and clouds covering the sky. I turn on the music, and 'All of the Stars' by Hayd starts playing.
And I hope you know If all of the stars align in the sky Then, I would be yours and you would be mine But not in this life, it's not the right time It's not you and I
Listening to the lyrics we both look at each other at the same time. This song. It does something to me.
If all of the pieces fell into place We'd make it all work through time and through space We know it's too late, know we can't wait It's better this way.
