Damaged Together

Chapter Forty Five

His lips trickle down to my neck making goose bumps rise on my skin.

My arms instinctively find my way to his neck and I run my fingers through his hair.

“Your little freak out in there was really hot,” he whispers in my ear lightly while his hands fall onto my butt. I don’t know if I’d ever said fuck so many times in my life. I know part of me is going to regret that conversation later but I don’t really care as I proceed to kiss Jesse’s jawline down to his collarbone while mentally thanking that it’s so late that no cars are coming by.

He presses me up against a car. I look down and realize that it’s his and meet my lips with his again. Then I feel a drop hit me, I ignore it and continue to move against Jesse. Then all the sudden it’s like the sky opens up above us and rain comes pouring down.

I can’t help the laughter escaping my lips interrupting the kiss. My shirt is already soaked and thunder cracks in the background. I feel like a little kid as I grab Jesse’s hand and pull him into a more open area. I spin in circles and my wet hair smacks against my face and body.

A smile is locked on my face and Jesse seems to be smiling as well. He grabs my hand and joins me in running around. There are already puddles on the ground and he jumps in one splashing my already wet legs.

My fingers intertwine with his and he looks me in the eyes. It’s almost like he is looking through me. “Most girls’ dream is to kiss in the rain.” He laughs, “But I guess you aren’t like most girls.”

I smile. Because I’m not. But in this moment I am happy. So I kiss him. Because that’s what will make me more happy.

I pull back randomly, bite my lip, lean into his ear, whisper, “you have to catch me to get anymore,” and run in the other direction. He hesitates for a moment before running after me. My head start quickly becomes pointless because he is gaining on me. He catches me by my shirt and flips me over his shoulder and carries me back to the car.

Despite my flailing he continues to hold me in place. Once we reach the car he gently sets me on top of the hood, his hands trail down my body but stop at my hips, he squeezes them making me unexpectedly double over in laughter. I try to escape his grasp but he is able to hold me down and continue tickling me.

“That was payback.” Once I finish laughing and squealing he speaks again, “And this is for catching you,” his lips crash into mine. My lips instinctively wrap around his waist and my hands travel up and down his body. His do the same to mine. He starts to tug at my belt and I lay back a little to give him more room then his car alarm goes off from my transferring of my weight, making me and Jesse jump.

I quickly hop off the car as he rummages through his pocket to find the keys to turn the wailing off.

We lock eyes and began laughing for basically no reason, “That’s what we get for trying to be a cliché.” I say through laughter.

“I’m never kissing you again in the rain.”

Our tears from laughter mix in with the raindrops scattered on our faces and we have both gravitated to the gravel ground, the water sloshes around us and travels down to the gutter.

I watch as a leaf flows next to me, down the road and into that same gutter. I am distracted by these thoughts when Jess grabs my arm. “Want me to take you home?” He asks. Both of our laughter has subsided.

“I don’t want you to but I told my mom we were leaving the hospital soon.” The thought of being home right now doesn’t sound appealing at all but I know I have to no matter how bad I want to just spend another night with Jesse.

He stands up and gives me his hand to hoist me up. I go to the passenger side of the door and get in and reluctantly go back home.

The ride goes by too quickly and before I know it I am kissing Jesse goodbye and making my way through my front door.

My mother is sitting in the living room reading a book, she looks up when I come in. She is never up this late, “Hey mom.” I am in no mood to be confrontational with her.

She marks her page and closes the book, she meets me by the front door. “How is he?” She asks, true concern on her face.

“He’s better. Thank God.” She smiles.

“And how are you?” My brain almost stops functioning as she says this. She seems to have concern still shown on her face. I can’t remember the last time she asked me something personal like this.

“Not good. But I’ll be okay. Thanks for asking.” I smile. Not being able to process anything for a moment.

“Well goodnight.” She turns on her heel leaving me standing there alone.

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Okay, so I didn’t end up going to the party tonight because I am sick- so late night update wooo.

I’m going to write about the concert I went to last night, if you don’t wanna hear just skip the italics.

So I went to see The Story So Far and the opening acts were Stick to Your Guns, Souvenirs, Such Gold & Rotting Out. I had already seen STYG at warped tour and they were amazing and I’d heard great things about TSSF concerts so I was pumped. I ended up meeting the guitarist, Josh James, from STYG and the guitarist, Kelen Capener, from TSSF. I stage dived more times than I could count, met some pretty cool people and the lead singer of STYG winked at me while I was on stage one time. I have bruises everywhere, my shirt is beyond ruined with footprints and dirt, I got landed on by other people stage diving and I got my earring ripped out of my ear but it was still the greatest night of my life. I’d definitely recommend seeing them but if you do be prepared for a reallllly intense crowd.

Thank you guys for reading. Love you all so much! Don’t forget to vote and comment!!

Emily