Make it Rain (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 7~ Amber

I'm climbing out of the shower when suddenly it hits me, I forgot to bring extra clothes in here. I silently curse myself. How could I be so stupid? I'm not going to put on those muddy clothes again either. I look in the little  bathroom closet for my robe, but I can't find it."Seriously,"I mutter.

I decide that I'm just going to have to walk straight to my room, and hope that Ed doesn't appear on my way. I put my hair up in its towel hat, and make sure my towel is around me good.

I peek out the door, and when there is no sign of Ed in the hallway I tiptoe down the hall to my room quickly. I close the door behind me. I thought I heard something when I closed the door, but when I look around my room I see nothing out of place. So, I walk over to my closet, and pick out some pajama pants with little dogs on them and a black t-shirt. I dress silently until I hear the distinctive sound of a phone dropping. I'm still pantsless, but in my underwear I walk over to where I heard the sound. I look under the bed, and there's Ed looking at me. He waves sheepishly at me,"How's it going?"

"I don't know, peeping Tom, but you need to get out of here." I grab him by his shirt collar and drag him out from under the bed.

"I didn't see anything! I swear! I was just in there checking out your book collection when you came in in a towel. So, I panicked and dove under the bed. I didn't look though! I swear, I'm telling the truth!" He puts his hand over his heart,"I wouldn't do that. We're just friends. I don't peek on my friends." He looks me in the eye, and I know he's telling the truth.

"I believe you, but what about your phone. Did you take my picture?" I put my pants on, and reach under the bed to retrieve the phone. I unlock it, and I'm instantly shocked. His lock screen is me. With my head thrown back laughing. I'm fully clothed in the picture, and I was sitting on the couch. I think this was from earlier."What's this,"I ask quietly.

"Well... I decided that if I was ever going to get your number I would need a contact picture of you, but staged photos aren't actually you. You know? They aren't the real breathing, laughing you. They are some stiff imposter. So, I like to take candid shots of people for their contact picture."

"I get what you're saying, but why am I your lock screen."

"Oh. I don't really understand technology, and I accidentally set it somehow. Before I could change it though, you looked at me, and I didn't have a chance."

"Oh."

I look at his recent picture, and it is that one of me from the lock screen. I exhale, and give him his phone back.

"Okay. You're alright, I guess."

"Yeah."

"I'm totally up for doing nothing for the rest of the day."

"Agreed."

I take my hair out of it's towel, and return the towels to my bathroom. I grab my phone off charge, and bring it with me to the living room. I scroll through Instagram for a little while with some music playing softly in the background. Then, I do the same things on Tumblr and Twitter. I reblog a few things before I turn my phone off and lay down curled up on my side like I did before. I continue listening to music with my eyes closed.

Eventually, I begin to wonder where the cat is because I haven't saw it for a while. I groggily sit up and rub my eyes. I go to the door leading to the porch, and open it.

"Where are you going,"Ed asks.

"I'm going to go look for the cat."

"Ooh! I love cats," he says, getting off the couch and coming to me.

We're still barefoot, but it doesn't matter because when we walk out I instantly see the cat.

"There he is. Come here kitty kitty,"I call out.