"Beauty isn't defined by your weight or your body Adria. It is defined by what you are under all those layers. It is not how you look, whether you wear makeup or pretty clothes. You are the epitome of beauty if you'd let me say that. In the 3 hours that I've known you, you have lured me by your amazing intellect and your indespensible charm. Beauty lies within every cell of yours. Your mind is like the VS ramp, full of beauty. And trust me if I did not have a great control I would have stripped you off of these layers in the library right when you proved Olace. You left me speechless. Well not really because you are obviously more observant-"
"Okay I get it Drew. You're rambling." I laughed a bit at the adorable boy in front of me. "Thank you. I truly appreciate you."
"Is it too early to say I love you because I definitely do."
"Are we going to act like the most cliche couple of all times now that you have confessed your love to this princess of the darkness?" I smiled as I removed my bandages and threw them into the dustbin.
"Oh Juliet, how do you not know that we are the most cliche couple of all time?" He stood up and took me by the hand.
"But Romeo what about my bandages?" I laughed following his lead.
"Lift up thou leg my beloved. I shall treat you." He carried on and grabbed the fresh bandages from the top of the cabinet.
"That truly sounded pervy in my mind but thou shall still be my prince."
"I shall, my princess" he grinned as he carried on bandaging my wound.
When he was finally done I slipped into my shorts and changed into a hoodie. It was almost 8:30 pm when we sat down on my couch with some popcorn(which Drew finally made after having a fight with the pan used for cooking them) and Harry Potter in the DVD player when the pitter patter started.
"Drew it's raining!" I exclaimed as I jumped from the couch.
"Why is it now? I thought it was a pidgey knocking on your window!" He replied.
It was so easy for us to go from such an intellectual talk to talking about Pokémon.
"Well genius guess what? This girl here loves the rain and you being her accomplice need to help her go out there" I smiled at him as I pressed my face against the window looking at the small drops of water fall on the ground.
The reason for me being such a fan of this little act of water dropping from the sky was nothing deep or sorrowful. I didn't like the rain because it allowed me to cry or shit. I enjoyed the feeling of the small drops hitting my face, blurring my vision by making my glasses wet so that I could have a reason to take them off. I liked flipping my wet hair like a glorious dog and just feeling alive.
"Then we shall go bathe in the tears of heaven princess." Drew said as he picked me up yet again and carried me downstairs to the lobby.
"You make me feel like I'm disabled. Let me carry myself Mr Sorentto." I joked.
"And here I thought we had made some progress." He mumbled.
"Progress?" I inquired as he let me down on my feet but still kept a firm grip around my waist.
"You called me Drew up there but we're back to being formal again." He replied.
"If you prefer Drew that shall be what I call you my prince." I said as I pushed the doors of the lobby open letting us out.
People around us were running with their cases or files covering their head trying to find a safe place while we were walking in the rain like two maniacs.
"Come jump with me Drew!" I shouted to him as I jumped into a puddle.
"As you say princess" he replied as he joined me. We jumped around into puddles making our way to who-knows-where. The little drizzle started to turn into heavy rain as we sat on a pedestal in a very unknown neighbourhood.
"What about him?" Drew asked pointing towards a man slowly walking down the street to St Hindenburg.
"A 36 year old male worker at a rising company, Stockhel maybe. Married, has two kids both daughters judging by the packet he holds in his hand"
"Two small barbie dolls" he interrupted.
"Preferably costing 40 dollars each. Happy with his life unlike the both of us who are sitting right below the statue of some old "warrior" as the people here would refer to him, at this very odd hour." I finished.
"It's barely 2 am. Not a very odd hour to be returning home or to be deducing and imparting our knowledge on people casually walking down the streets." Drew asked.
"Deducing might be a very deceptive term. I'd like to use observing the passer by's."
"Well Ms Observer, how does a coffee at this odd hour please you?" Came the answer from the beautiful eyed boy.
"It sounds awfully great, my dear sir, but I should warn you that when the last sip of the warm liquid flows down my throat is when you should end our unusual day by leaving." I replied making eye contact with him.
"As you say princess." Drew took my hand to help me stand up and our intertwined hands were left that way as we started our journey towards a coffee shop.
"Why call me princess? Isn't that a name given to a beloved?" I inquired.
"Well I merely assumed that being the different person you are, and I mean that in the nicest way possible, you would hold onto a common name than to have me nickname you."
"As usual your assumptions were a bit far stretched. I wouldn't mind a new name. Been way too long since I had a person call me by something unusual." I smiled giving him space to come up with some name that would probably not shock me. But I stood very wrong because that was my exact reaction when I heard the word spill out of his mouth.
"Drizzle."
I couldn't quite find my brain searching for the reason for him to choose such an odd yet satisfactory name.
"Well here we are." He spoke before I could comprehend and ask him as to why he chose that activity of the rain to define me. I looked up to see a small coffee shop, opened in the 80s' if I wasn't wrong with just two workers. The cliché name being Jade's Coffee Shop. Why cliché if you must ask? Well it is a coffee shop owned by a person called Jade. It's too often that people don't spend time in looking for some different names for their businesses.
"You state the obvious. I'll be having cafe-de-olla which they happen to have brewing right now. If you must go order I'll rest my poor leg by finding us a booth." I stated as we walked in the cozy place. The heat was on and did it feel too damn good to be real!
"Oui Madame." He replied trying to give way to his poor French accent to come out.
"You're going to have a French Press in this cold weather. Bless your satanic soul!"
"Drink to die dear Drizzle." He replied flashing me a smile. a bit too many d'd I thought to myself as I found a booth not at the farther end because there really were only four booths in the cafe and awaited the return of my newly found accomplice.
"I bring the drink of the gods. Well clearly when they have to stay up at night and watch over two people like us." Drew spoke holding a tray in his hand which carried my beloved drink. Before you call me cliché for loving caffeine like any other normal sixteen year old girl I must state than cafe-de-olla is a Mexican-style coffee which, in this case, means a little sweet and spiked with cinnamon. Cinnamon being my addiction has brought me to adore this beverage.
"Then let chaos in the heavens above end just like these drinks. wait do you, my beloved prince, believe in fucking gods?"
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Let The Rain Talk
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