𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

18) Aeromancy

Aeromancy (noun) [air-uh-man-see]
The prediction of future events from observation of weather conditions

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"Hey [y/n]! You ready?" Dylan called out from the living room. "Just a minute, babe," you replied as you looked at yourself one last time. You were wearing a red plaid shirt and black jeans with tears on the knees. Your hair was up in a high ponytail.

You smiled at yourself, happy with the way you looked. You walked out of your bedroom with your bag in your hand. "I'm ready," you said.

Dylan was smiling widely. "What's wrong? Something on my face?" You questioned. He looked at you from top to bottom and smirked. "You look beautiful," he commented and you smiled.

You both were wearing casual clothes but your appearances weren't that bad. "Well, my date doesn't look that bad too," You said and placed a kiss on his cheek.

You laughed, surprising Dylan. He looked at you with confusion as you tried to hold in your laughter. "You've got some..." You said as you pointed to the lipstick stain on Dylan's face.

"Here, I'll do it." You wet your thumb slightly with your tongue and wiped the stain of Dylan's face. You smiled at him, "Come on, let's go." He nodded and started to walk towards the door, but stopped.

You watched as he walked the other way, towards your balcony. "Do you hear that?" Dylan asked. You could here the pitter-patter of what sounded like... rain?

You dreaded what Dylan would find when he pulled the curtain. You wanted to go so bad on this park date. You two had been planning it for so long.

Dylan looked at you with concern then pulled the curtain open. He frowned as he stared at the dark, grey sky. You walked towards him and sighed.

"We can't go now..." Dylan said. "But it was sunny earlier. How could it change so suddenly?" You said as you stared at the light rain happening outside.

"I guess we should have checked the weather forecast," Dylan said. You were devastated. All you wanted to do right now is just sit down and stare at the floor, and maybe shed a few tears.

You started making your way to your couch, Dylan following you. You sat down and pulled your legs up, hugging your chest. Your boyfriend, sat down next to you as you buried your face into your knees.

"Do you want to do something?" Dylan asked, in attempt to make you happy. "I don't feel like doing anything right now," You replied.

Dylan got up and walked towards your TV. You looked up, curious to know what he was up to. He removed a DVD from a drawer and brought it back. "Here. Let's watch this," Dylan said as he showed you 'The Internship'.

You smiled but it soon turned back into a frown. "It's fine... We can watch it later," You told. "But you love 'The Internship'! It'll cheer you up," Dylan stated and you shrugged.

Dylan rolled his eyes and walked to the DVD player. He put the disc in and walked back to the couch. He sat down and the movie played.

He prefers not seeing his own movies but he couldn't stand seeing you disappointed and sad. He was watching the movie just for you.

"If you're not going to watch it, I will," Dylan said. He knew you'd eventually start watching. 'The Internship' was quite high up in your favourite movies list. You loved the humour and the story, and especially how good Dylan looked.

*****

Towards the end of the movie, Dylan got up from his seat. You were too involved to notice. Your boyfriend walked to your bedroom and opened your wardrobe. He took out a box and made his way back to the living room.

He made a stop at the kitchen and made a cup of coffee for both of you. He looked over to find you smiling as the credits started to roll up.

You stopped the movie and switched the TV off. You felt better than when the movie had started. You saw Dylan walk into the room, two cups in his hands.

He gave one to you and took a sip from his cup of coffee. You followed, loving the warmth of the drink.

"Thanks babe," you smiled, "I needed this." Dylan smirked and winked. "So... I've got the perfect idea for what we can do next," your boyfriend said.

"We watched one of your favourite movies... let's play one of your favourite games," he stated as you gave him a confused look. He picked up the box he had brought from the table and held it out.

You laughed, "OH MY GOD DYLAN!" You took the 'Twister!' box from his hands. You loved Twister so much.

You placed your cup of coffee on the table and took out the items in the game box. You set it up as Dylan was... stretching?

"What are you doing?" You questioned. "I'm just... getting prepared," he replied as he stretched his legs and bent down. You raised your eyebrow and started to unbutton your shirt.

Dylan gave you a look. You could feel his face turning red. "W-What are you doing?" He asked. "Getting prepared," you mocked. You revealed your black sports bra under your shirt.

You and Dylan were always like this when it came to Twister. You were very competitive and Dylan wouldn't go down without a fight. You were determined to win this time.

*****

"LEFT FOOT RED!" You yelled. Suddenly the air was knocked out of your chest. You fell onto Dylan, breathless from the impact.

You pushed yourself up, your face a few inches away from his face. "Ha! I win!" Dylan exclaimed. You climbed off of him and he stood up, celebrating.

"You win?! YOU PUSHED MY LEG WHEN YOU WANTED TO REACH THE FREAKING RED CIRCLE!" You shouted. Dylan was sort of surprised.

"You cheated... I win," you stated. You walked away seriously. Dylan spun you around kissed you.

But that kiss eventually turned into a tickling spree. Dylan chased after you, his hands far out in front of him. "DYLAN! Stop!" You pleaded as you laughed.

You jumped over the couch and hid on it, while Dylan wasn't looking. You lay silent, but it wasn't for long. He tickled your feet, the most sensitive place. You struggled to escape his grip. "P-Pleaseeee st-stoppp!" You said, breathlessly.

It stopped... very suddenly. You opened your eyes to find Dylan looking over you. You turned to look at what he was seeing. For some reason, he was looking at the balcony door.

"What's wrong?" You asked as Dylan walked towards the door. You got up and followed him. He pulled the curtain back and peeked through the gap.

"Look! It stopped," he revealed. You looked outside and saw that the sun was shining brightly, not a drop of rain in sight. It was as if it didn't even rain.

"We should go before it starts again," Dylan said and rushed to get his jacket. You grabbed his hand and stopped him. "It's fine, I mean... I'd like to spend time with you here. If you don't mind..." you requested, receiving a grin from your boyfriend.