The Girl Under My Umbrella

A Rainy day☔

Jackson's POV

    NO, NO, NO, NO! My writing assignment is due in one month and I don't even know what to write about. My stupid fiction writing class at Oxford University, yes Oxford the one in England, requires me to write a 15 page fiction story based on an event that actually happened. You might think it's easy, but my life is so boring. I mean I don't even have one friend at Oxford, not one! *weird stomach sound* Ah now I'm hungry. I open my refrigerator hoping for a sandwich or something but there's only a bottle of ketchup and a jar of pickles that my mum left the last time she was  here. So I look in the covers and there's only chamomile tea bags and a kettle. That means I have go shopping, but last time I went shopping was... oh, God knows how long ago. Even though I really don't want to go, the next thing I knew I was walking out the door, in the rain. *reaches in pocket* Darn, left my wallet. I was about to go back inside, until I heard someone yelling a little down the block, across the street.

Andie's POV

   "Hello!",I yelled. I was yelling up to a balcony. Then someone's head popped over the edge. Oh thank, God.

The person looked like a man in his late 40s. He yelled, "Oie, what do you want, out here in the middle of the night?"

    "Oh, well I was just wondering if you could just let me borrow an umbrella?"

     "Why would I let you, a complete and total stranger ,borrow an umbrella?"

   "Um, because I'm out here in the pouring rain." The head left the edge of the balcony, then something was thrown over the edge, lukily I moved out of the way in time. When it smashed on the cobble stone street I realized it was a flower pot. I assumed it was intended for me. What is wrong with the people?

Jackson's POV

    There was a girl, about my age, out in the rain yelling at one of the residents on my street, Mr. Brown, I couldn't understand  what they were saying but I'm sure it wasn't good. So I yelled at the girl, " Um, miss would you like to come in for a second." And even from a distance I could see her face light up with tiny bit of hope.

Andie's POV

   There was a guy about my age, he asked me if I wanted to come inside for a second. So I immediately ran to his apartment door, almost slipping because of the rain. "Thank you so much, " I said as I stepped inside the entrance. My black converse made a weird squishy sound on the welcome mat, wich made the guy laugh a bit. As he laughed I studied his face, he had full mop of light brown hair, emerald green eyes, a sharp jaw line, and smooth skin. He looked dry and neat, unlike me , I was a soaking mess. After he finally finished laughing he said, " So, what brings you out her in the rain?"

  When he asked that my heart kind of sank, " Um, well I moved here with my mom from America, to attend Oxford University, " when I said I was attending Oxford his face brightened, " but my mom say-".

  He cut me off, " you mean mum"

"No... mom."

"Mum."

"Mom!"

"Mum."

"Mom!" 

He finally stopped, smiled, and said," I can do this all day."

I continued my conversation,smiling,"As I was saying, my mom wants me to find a place of my own."

Then he asked me where I was staying, I was ashamed to tell him that I live in my mother's garage, but I did. "Well, I have an extra room that you can live in."

  "Oh thank you soooo much!"

Jackson's POV

   She thanked me for my offer and hugged me ,then she finally told me her name, Andie, it was in an unusual name for a girl but it seemed to fit her personality. We both decided on having a cup of tea, I told Andie that I only had chamomile tea,  but she didn't seem to mind ,which was a relief because I was not planning on going to the store in this rain. When I thought about this,  I remembered that Andie was still drenched and in wet clothes. So I asked if she wanted to borrow some clothes. "But aren't we different sizes?"

  "Yes, but my sister left some of her old clothes here after she left for Scotland." Andie agreed, and asked me where the clothes were, so I brought her all the way upstairs to my sister's old room. We dug around my sister's closet for about an hour until Andie decided on an outfit, a pair of black jeans and a burgendy sweater. I told her where the bath room was so she could change.

  After about half an hour she came out with a towel around her head and in my sister's clothes. When I looked at her I couldn't help but speak my thoughts, "You look beautiful." At that moment  I was so embarrassed. But Andie was smiling, and she had a wonderful smile.

"Thank you," she said, still smiling. She said we should go and finish our tea before we go to sleep, I agreed.

  When we finished our tea I walked her to her room, she walked in and I stayed at  the door frame.

  I watched her get into bed, turn of the lamp on her bed stand, and slowly yawn. I bet all she could see was my silhouette in the door frame, but I could clearly see her sleepy, smiling face as she said,"Thank you so much," she yawned again,"I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name. "

"Oh...that's right you haven't, well my name is Jackson, goodnight Andie."

"Goodnight Jackson."

I closed the door and walked down the hallway to my bedroom, flopped on my bed and smiled. I couldn't stop thinking about Andie's smile, her smile seemed to be always welcoming even when she doesn't mean it. I finally fell asleep at 12 dreaming about Andie's smile.

*the next day*

Andie's POV

  *yawn* I woke up and looked around, it took me a while to remember what happened last night. My clothes were on the heater so I took them and changed. I walked downstairs and smelled something delicious, it was eggs that Jackson had made. He was sitting down at the kitchen table eating his eggs but there was another plate of eggs and toast across from him. I was wondering who the eggs were for so I asked,"Are you expecting someone else? "

   "No those eggs are for you, hey do you want coffee or tea, I didn't know what you wanted so I made both."

   I replied,"Coffee, with sugar." Why was he being so nice to me, he barely knows me.

"Eat up."

"Why?"

"Oh... I thought that we could take my car to your mum's-"

"Mom."

"Whatever, I thought we could take my car to your mum's house so that we could bring some of your stuff here to your new room."

"Oh,well, I think that's a wonderful idea." And I really did think it was a good idea.

"Ok, so I have to work my shift at the café, but I'll be back in two hours to pick you up... Um bye." And with that he ran out the door, and left me in the kitchen by myself, thinking how sweet Jackson is...wait,no, Andie you cannot fall for another guy, you know how the last one hurt you.

Anyway... I hoped you enjoyed the first part of my story, and woo-hoo 1308 words.