perfection

thunder

Aidan didn't lie about the storm. No, he didn't lie at all. In fact, the storm didn't stop or hesitate. And there was no escaping the cabin in the woods at this point.

The rain was on...and I'd like to say it was off, too, but it wasn't. The wind beat at the windows, scaring a lot of us half to death. And the worst part, others would say, was the thunder.

But, to me, the thunder was my perfection. It was the calming peace that I needed.

That's why, now, I sat pinned up against the window, as if I'd been chained there; when in reality, I was just watching carefully, listening to the every clamming sound of the thunder.

At this point in the storm, I sat on the chair next to the window, crammed up beside none other than Jake. I'd made it clear that I was just his friend. We were always friends, even though I'd secretly "loved" him. I don't see anything else for us anymore. He kinda ruined that for me.

Well, anyway, the others in the room (Kaden and Rianne, who sat together, Morene, and Lillian, who wasn't attached to Aidan surprisingly) watched the static on the TV. I was just kinda there. I don't think anyone questioned me. But, I was tempted to walk outside....so, I did.

As I got up, absent mindedly, I shuffled slowly in front of the TV towards the door which didn't lie too far away.

"Ryanne, what the hell are you doing?" Rianne said in a mixed tone. "Outside," I replied, putting my hand on the door knob. What was happening seemed like it was happening over hours.

Jake dashed over to stop me, putting a soft grip around my arm. "What're you doing?" He said, almost laughing. "You'll die if you go out there," Morene piped up, walking over to us.

"Yeah, but I wanna sit on the porch."

"The porch is covered in water, Ryanne."

"I don't care."

Morene shrugged, "whatever then," I think she was mad. Oh, well, I'm going outside either way.

"I'll come with you," Jake said, shrugging, "for safety." Ew.

I yanked the door open with little force, but the wind pulled the door back and greeted me with not only sharp pain but freezing rain. Freezing rain that was sharp, hard, and unpleasant. I cringed, then shut the door immediately. Gaining a snort from Morene and Jake following a trail of confusion. "You're acting weird," he said.

"I'm...not," I realized while saying so that I was, indeed, acting weird. Why? It felt so sudden...the rain, maybe...or maybe it was just the fact that I had unsolved feelings.

"No, you're right, I..." I looked back, "I am." I looked at my feet.

Jake looked at me and shrugged, taking his hands out of his black skinny jean pockets. He walked over and proceeded to hug me. I was, of course, taken a back. It was a little awkward at first, but only because I made it so. It felt right to hug someone for once, to hug Jake.

I think I have some very unsorted feelings.

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luke's pov

It'd became very clear to me, in a very short matter of time, that Ryanne Haywood hated me the instant I arrived. Well, she hated me then too.
I'd decided to steer clear of her. Women, right?

But then, there was this flicker of a light bulb in my mind. An idea was formed.

I decided, at some point, that I'd talk to Ryanne. It was for a good reason, I needed this.

And "some point" was maybe, possibly now.

"Hey," I had just made it into the kitchen; Ryanne had been in there conveniently, even though I hadn't planned it.

"Hey?" She turned slowly, finally revealing herself fully. It didn't take a second for her to light up. Not in the good way, she lit up with a mixture of anger, hate, utter disgust.

"Who the fuck gave you the balls to come talk to me?" I smirked, sizing her up noticeably.

I let out a low chuckle, "Ryanne, honey, calm yourself," I smirked again, "I wanna talk to you."

She fake gagged and pulled the collar of her shirt. "Yea, and I wanna disembody you; we don't all get what we want, though, do we?" I sighed and shook my head.

"Ryanne, I wanna apologize," I paused, "you have ta hear me out."

She looked down before coughing up a reply. "Make it quick."

"Well, look, what happened back then, that's stupid, in the past, old ne-"

"Ruining my life is stupid?" Ryanne interrupted, "Putting me in through depressing thoughts? Thoughts of violence? Making me into something that I know I'm better than?" She stopped, putting her hand to her mouth and sucking in.

"Making me turn everyone I loved away for your sick games? Your petty boy games....that's all stupid?" I could tell I was in for a treat. "Look, I don't know what all of that meant for you, little do I care, but do you ever stop to think that....flirting with my girlfriend...fake friending my guy friends and placing bets on my feelings...." Ryanne trailed off and I could tell she was weak. She was very, very weak. "Do you ever think that...what you did to me...would ever be something I'd laugh about now? Do you think," She raised her voice, causing me to raise an eyebrow, "that time works like that on people...on me?"

"Ryanne, listen," I piped up, putting a hand out. She ignored me. "No, you don't get to come looking for you're own closer like this, that's not how I work."

"Well, it don't gotta be like that. Listen, I want you to just to know I'm sorry." I shrugged, "yea, I know, I'm a bad guy. Not everyone's gotta have that impression on me, I think I'd appreciate if you'd just let me have something."

"You have something,"

"What's that then?"

"What about....Mollie? Isn't she your everything, why you gotta have it all?" She stepped closer to me, rounding the slim table in the center of the air tight kitchen. "Mollie, she's...."

"I love her, that ain't none of your business. Unless, of course, you're jealous," I raised my eyebrows with a closed mouth smile.

That just pissed her off. She huffed around the table, facing me head on finally.

I chuckled lowly again, "Well, looks like you-"

I was cut off by a piercing pain caused by a hand forcefully crossing paths with my face seconds ago. My immediate reaction was to touch my face. I winced and bent over, noticing the shadow of Ryanne still looming over me.

I looked up, not standing yet, still crouched. She looked more ominous and threatening, looking down on me with a crooked smile.

"What the fuck?" I hissed, standing straight now. A tear wisped down my cheek slyly, but didn't miss the chance to catch Ryanne's attention.

"You don't deserve to be called a man," she proceeded to walk away, not forgetting to spit on my face just before.

"Pitiful," she spat. I was about to chase after her when the sound of thunder roared, causing me to lose focus.

It was a sound I easily trained my ears to. I listened quietly in a trance.

Despite what dramatic scene took place in a seconds time just before, the small, rustling thunder made the moment one of perfection.

Even for an undeserving man like me.