Keeping Up With Dan

6. Raining Men

Dan's P.O.V.

At about half through the movie I start to feel really drowsy.  Gosh!  What do girls see in this movie?  I mean, if you think guys that sparkle or guys who think they're too cool to wear shirts is what they think makes a guy sexy, then I'm very concerned for our generation!  Ok, so I probably sound like a hypocrite, but I don't always walk around without a shirt on!

I slowly start to drift off into my own dream world with Taylor unnoticing.  Suddenly, she turns into me and we kiss.  Not just any kiss though, a sweet passionate kiss full of affection.  My only complaint about the kiss is that it wasn't long enough.

I feel someone nudging me and I'm jerked awake. 

"Huh?" I ask.

Tay raises her eyebrows at me.

"What?"

"Ok, what were you dreaming about in your sleep?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you were just making out with the couch," she giggles.

"Was not."

"You so were.  Look at that drool spot on the couch," she says pointing to a wet spot on the couch.

"So that's what they mean by wet dreams?"

"What?!  No!!"

She starts cracking up laughing and feel a blush threatening to spread across my face.  No Dan.  We do not blush.  Ever.

"I was only making out with the couch because it was all over me!"

"You sure about that?  Cause I'm pretty sure YOU'RE all over IT."

"Since when did you become a smart alack?"

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"Oh yeah."

She smacks my arm.  "Dan Lucas, you have such a fat head."

"I do?" 

"Yes."

"Cool."

"So what were you really dreaming about?  Were you making out with someone?"

"Oh yeah..  I was dreaming that the sky decided to rain men and half of them were either like Mr. Sparkles and Mr. I'm Too Good For My Shirt.  You know, their theme songs should be "Barbie Girl" and "I'm Too Sexy."

Taylor is bent over in laughter.  Am I really that funny?  I stare at her in shock as her face gets red from all the laughter. 

"Breathe woman, breathe!"

She continues to laugh for a while until she can control herself.  "Ah Dan.  That was hilarious!  But thanks for telling me that you like guys!"

"Oh sorry I forgot to tell you that I came out of the closet."

"Haha.  Nice.  Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"The next time you have a dream that it's raining men, can I come with you?"

I start cracking up.  "Sure sure.  We'll go together, it'll be like a trip to Narnia, only it'll be to my dreamland to stalk raining men!"

We both start laughing, enjoying our playful banter.  Ah, I love times like these!

"Uh.  I wish it was raining men!" Taylor exclaims.

"Oh.  Me too!" I say wiggling my eyebrows at her.

She laughs at me.  "You're so strange!"

"Why thank you!"

She opens her mouth to say something, but then is interrupted by a loud thunderous roar.  Thunder.  We look at each other and both shout, "Thunderstorm!"

I turn and look at her, "I wonder if it's raining men?  Or maybe we need a rain dance?" I ask her as I start to burst out with some random dance moves.

"Haha.  Maybe.  But I don't think those moves will help!"

We both run over to the window and look outside.  Sure enough, it's raining!  Now if only it would rain men..  Haha.  I bet she would love that, me on the other hand.. nah.. I'd rather it rain girls, especially trombone playing ginger girls...or Taylor..  What?!  Scratch that!  I swear I didn't just think that!

As it starts to pour outside, Tay and I sit by the window watching the rain pour dour, singing "It's Raining Men", and fervently hoping for it to rain men.