Opposites Attract

Chapter 7

I looked through the window at the dark grey clouds, and the rain pounding down. You couldn't see a single ray of sunlight through the clouds. The sound of the rain against the window was deafeningly loud.

It was perfect.

And no, I'm not a sadistic murderer who prefers to reside in dark, wet places. I just happen to like the dark and love the rain.

The window was foggy, and I unconsciously began to trace musical notes on the glass, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Morning Light. Not bad," Ash said softly, sitting on the window pane beside me. I hadn't even heard his footsteps over the rain.

"What?" I asked, confused. It was a dark afternoon, not a light morning.

He nodded towards the window, where my notes were written in the glass.

"Ah," I replied with a nod. Morning Light was the name of the piece I'd been tracing on the glass. "You know Beeson?"

He shrugged. "Yup. Learnt the piano since I was young. My mum used to have a thing about music, especially on the piano."

He was silent for a minute, and there was just the sound of the rain on the glass.

We were sitting very close to each other, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. It felt good, kind of like a heater.

"You're so warm. Like a heater," I whispered. "Is that a weird thing, to think of someone as a heater? Or do people do it all the time? Maybe it's the heat making m-"

He cut me off with a laugh.

"You talk a lot when you're nervous," He said quietly, lifting one finger, and correcting a note on the window. "That's a D."

I stared at him. Was this really Ash?

"What?" he asked.

"Are we actually having an intellectual conversation here? And did you just correct my musical notation?" I asked him, almost in awe.

"Yes?" he asked confusedly.

"Wow." I blinked. "I feel dumb."

He smirked. "It's OK to feel what you are."

I sighed. "And here I thought we were having an intellectual conversation."

"Well, we were until you said that."

I frowned. "Yeah, but I was surprised because..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Because?"

"Because you make out like you're dumb but - "

Ash suddenly choked on air, stopping me halfway through the sentence. "Excuse me? I haven't made out with anyone!"

"What?" I asked, mystified.

"What what?" He replied, equally lost.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well you said I make out like - "

"You two made out?" A third voice chimed in excitedly.

"No way!" Ash and I exclaimed simultaneously, exchanging horrified looks.

I turned around to see Rachel standing behind us, watching us with admiration.

"Aww, you two even speak at the same time!" She squealed.

I exchanged another confused look with Ash.

"Okaaay, Rachel, could you please stop there?" he asked, making a face.