𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

23) Inclement

Inclement (adjective) [in-klem-uh nt]
(of the weather, the elements, etc.) Severe, rough or harsh; stormy.

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"I made some popcorn... for us... to eat," Dylan stopped. He scanned the living room but couldn't find you anywhere. He placed the popcorn on the coffee table and walked towards your bedroom.

"[y/n]! Where'd you go?" He called out. Dylan opened the bedroom door and found a hill made of duvet on the bed.

Dylan sighed, a smile curling on his lips. He walked towards the bed and sat down. "Babe, what's wrong?" He removed the duvet from your head, making you jump.

You looked terrified. You were pale and shivering. It seemed as if you had seen a ghost.

Just then, a light flashed from outside the window and soon came the rumble of the thunder, which made the room shake.

You were scared to death and hid under the sheets... again. Dylan sighed, a sympathetic smile playing on his lips. He lifted the duvet from the bottom and covered himself. You looked at him with eyes widened.

"Hello," He said and grinned. You gave a concerned look, which made Dylan roll his eyes. "It's not that scary babe," He comforted, holding your hand.

"But it is! The hidden truth that anytime you could be electrocuted. That this house could be struck by lighting... or that some big tree or something could fly into the window or... that the roof falls on us!" You said in a rush.

There was only one word that could describe you: Paranoid. You would go crazy if the storm didn't stop. You didn't want to die... you just wanted to be at peace with your boyfriend.

"Come here," Dylan gestured towards himself and you climbed into his lap. "Nothing will happen. Don't worry," He said as he rocked you back and forth. "You're never this... pessimistic, You're always so happy and cheerful."

You sighed and forced and smile onto your face. Dylan kissed your cheek. He removed the duvet slowly, watching your reaction. When you didn't stop him, he removed it completely and you got up from his lap.

"I have an idea."

That was the last thing he said and you watched him run out of the room. You chuckled and straightened up the bed covers.

A few minutes later, Dylan called you into the living room. You walked with curiosity until you saw a pillow and blanket fort built in front of the TV.

You smiled and went over to the makeshift shelter. "Ta-daa!" Dylan said and gestured to the fort. You clapped softly and laughed. "I approve of this as our new place to go for shelter from a storm!" You said while putting on an accent.

"To make it even better..." Dylan switched the TV on and the main menu of 'Just Dance' came on. You smirked at Dylan choice. He was such a great dancer, goofy but great.

"We can put it as loud as we want...  Of course keeping the neighbors in mind... but the storm won't disturb you!" Dylan explained and you jumped onto him.

You placed a kiss on his lips, "You're the best." He smirked and said, "Yeah... I know."