My Digital Escape One Shots

Rain

Let's start this off with a classic; Mr. Johnnie Guilbert.
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You hated the rain. You hated thunder. You hated lightning. Hell, you hated the outdoors in general. But the thing that you hated most about thunderstorms is how much they terrified you. You have always been terrified of thunderstorms; you don't know why you hate them or how your fear of them developed into something so severe, but it normally took a big impact on your day when they happen. Your parents didn't know about your fear. You always tried to hide it from them, telling them you weren't feeling well or you had a large project due that you hadn't finished so that you didn't have to go outside.

You had woken up that morning to a large crack of thunder, and you immediately felt fear overtaking you. You shakily reached over to your bedside table and grabbed your phone, typing out a quick text to your mother (who was at work), telling her that you were ill and couldn't go to school that day. You knew she would tell your father seeing as they worked in the same place, so you didn't need to worry about telling him.

You didn't get up to go get breakfast, nor did you want to. You pulled your blanket tightly around you and closed your eyes, not wanting to see the flash of lightning. You tried to block out the thunder with headphones, but, like always, it didn't seem to be able to calm you down.

You had distanced yourself as far from your window as you could, curling up underneath your blanket in the far corner of your room. You were shaking, badly, and praying to every god that you could think of that this storm would end soon.

The doorbell rang, meaning that you would have to get up and answer the door, leaving what you were using as a protective shell and going down the stairs, opening the door, and inevitably allowing the storm to be closer to you. You stood up shakily, hurrying down the stairs as the doorbell rang again.

You opened the door to reveal your soaking wet best friend (and crush), Johnnie Guilbert. You smiled at him, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut. You then rushed back up the stairs and to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, then rushing back down the stairs and throwing the towel at his face. You gave him a quick apologetic smile and let out a deep breath.

"Let's go to my room," you said shakily, turning away from him and stepping towards the stairs. He grabbed your wrist, whipping you back around so you were facing him. He pulled you into a hug, one that made you melt inside, and made you feel slightly less terrified about the storm that continued to rage outside. You wrapped your arms around his thin torso.

"I knew you hated storms and that you wouldn't be at school so I came over here," he said softly. "There's no point in going when my best friend isn't there." You smiled to yourself, pulling out of the hug and looking at him gratefully.

"I appreciate it," you said. "But can we please go upstairs? I don't like how many windows there are down here." He nodded, grabbing your hand and dragging you up the stairs behind him. You could feel the blush burning on your cheeks as he held your hand. He pulled you into your room and shut the door as you went back to your corner, curling yourself back into a ball underneath your blanket. He sat down on your bed and kicked off his shoes sitting with his back against the wall next to your window.

"Y/N," Johnnie said, curiosity laced in his voice. "Why do you hate storms?"

"It's not so much that I hate them, it's more that I'm afraid of them," you responded shyly. He nodded in understanding, standing up and walking over to where you were. He looked down at you with an amused smile.

"What's so funny, boner boy?" you asked bitterly. He just shook his head, leaning against the wall and sliding onto the floor.

"You're just really frickin adorable sometimes." Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat. You sat up and pouted at him.

"I am not adorable," you stated. "I'm manly as fuck." He laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

"Sure you are, Y/N," he said while looking out the window. He turned his head and looked at your face, his beautiful blue eyes staring into yours. His eyes flickered down to your lips for a second, moving back up and meeting your gaze. He brought his other hand up to your face, holding your chin gently. You brought your hand to his shoulder as both of your eyes flittered shut and you began to lean closer to each other. The moment his lips met yours, you swore you could feel each of your senses sharpen. The intriguing scent of his cologne filled your nose, the constant patter of the rain against your window becoming a sharper sound. The taste of his mint toothpaste and the feel of his lips moving against yours made your heart shoot off fireworks. You didn't hesitate to kiss back, your every hope and dream coming true.

It only lasted for about thirty seconds, but it was the best kiss you'd ever had. He pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours. His breathing was uneven and labored, as was yours.

"Wow," he breathed out, breaking the silence. "That was..."

"Yeah," you said. "I didn't realize you liked me back."

"I've been in love with you since we were thirteen," he said with a chuckle. "I didn't know you liked me back."

"I guess we're both just really oblivious."

"I guess so." You pecked Johnnie's lips another time before standing up, shrugging off your blanket, and offering him a hand. He took it, allowing you to hoist him off of the ground.

"What are you doing?" he asked as you began to grab clothes to change into.

"I'm going to go get dressed."

"Why?"

"Because we're going to get some Taco Bell."

"But it's still storming out," he stated, confusion written on his face. You smiled at him grabbing his hand and looking him in the eyes.

"Yes, it is. But you'll be with me. So we're going to get some mother fluffing Taco Bell."

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First one shot completed!

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Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett