Turning both ways (CURRENTLY BEING MAJORLY EDITED

Chapter 1: Smart british witt- Being Majorly Updated

I went outside for a run. It was cold.

And raining...

I ran through the paths through the New York City park with my raincoat on. My feet splashed against the water as I ran each step. I could feel the rain drop on my raincoat and slide off the slick material as it flew away with the wind as a ran. I run through the route I run through everyday.

I turned around to the corner of the pond, and my eyes beamed directly to the bench in front of the pond...

The guy was still there...

Everyday, for 2 weeks I've been running through here, this man has been sitting on that bench, in the same position, looking directly to the lake.

He wasn't even wearing a rain coat

It was starting to rain harder; I stopped running, standing there, for a few seconds in the pouring rain. The rain smashed down onto the ground around me. The whole park looked vacant, I stood there looking at the strange, but beautiful man sitting there... Getting his hair and sweater wet.

I debated on wether I should walk over to him and share my umbrella. It was getting colder, and no one was around anymore. I zipped up my jacket tighter and walked over to the bench.

As I walked up to him, he didn't eve turn his head to see who the stranger was approaching him

He looked mono-tone Everyday I pass by and he just sits there, looking out on the lake. His eyes look so lonely. They were brown, chocolate... and sad...

"Do you mind if I sit here?" I say.

He hesitated for a bit.

"You could, but then you'd get your ass wet" he said without evening turning his head.

He had a British accent! I knew he looked brit

"But yet here you are, sitting in a bench in the middle of pouring rain getting more than your ass wet" I say back

He chuckled. It was a low chuckle.

I stood there. Realizing it was still pouring, and he was still getting wet, I put my umbrella over his head, so he'd stop getting wet. He still didn't react.

I took this time to look at his features. his brown eyes glistened with the rain on his eyelashes . His hair was all limping down, caused by the water. He was skinny and really bony. I could see his veins popping out from his skin and hands. He looked really tired.

"I know I'm so beautiful and charming to look at, but you should leave now. your going to get sick"

"I think I've already been out here too long anyway... I've got nothing to lose now"

I still stand there, while the rain slowed down a little

"You know where we could finish this conversation? Somewhere warmer and less wet!" I try to say excitedly for sarcasm.

He didn't react

"I'm fine where I am right now, thank you" he said mono-tonely again

"But aren't you gonna get sick?" I questioned him.

"I already am!"

"What does that mean?"

He gets quite again.

"We all humans are sick in one way. Now, please go home, because I don't want you to get sick" he says

He turned his head to look at me. He seemed surprised, and his brown, chocolate eyes widened in admiration. Then, his eyes turned boring again, his face expression back to the way it was before.

He stood up from his seat, all his clothes wet. Not soaked, but plenty wet.

At that moment, thunder roars, and lightning strikes along with it.

"Come on person! We gotta get somewhere inside so we don't get striked by lightning!!" I say, pulling the soaked wet mans, soggy wet arm.

Lighting struck again, then the thunder right after, like a rehearsed chorus line of mother natures screams.

The British Witt just stood there, looking at the pond still.

"Come one dude! I'll buy you a Frappiccino! a coffee! a dog! just come on!"

"I dislike coffee"

I stared at him, with my mouth mouth open with amazement.

"Then I dislike you! coffee hater!"

"I'm not just a coffee hater, I'm a world hater too! This world is too fucked up with white girls and their Starbucks!"

"Aye, Ello mate! would you prefer tea with the queen of England???!? Long live the queen!" I said mocking his accent

He smiled...

I tug his arm again

"Come on!"

Idk y I'm so into getting this hot British man inside, when I have no clue what his name even is!?

"By the way, my names Emily! Emily Stone" I say to him, when I give up pulling his arm.

"Emily, huh? I like Emma better... I'll just call you Emma!" he says snapping his fingers as he makes this discovery of nick name finding.

He gets up, and the depressed feeling has now moved on from him

"Andrew... Andrew Garfield" he said dusting off the rain off his clothes

I thought for a moment.

"What if I call you Andy??"

He faces me under the umbrella, as the rain slows down.

"What if I punch your face?"

"Ok, ok-" I say with my hands up in the air with defeat "Mr...... Garfield the cat" I added on smirking

"Ya know, I can still throw you into the pond" he said smirking

"Whatever. Now your coming inside wether you like it or not" I say, grabbing his arm.

He hesitates for a moment, puckering his lips to the left side of this face.

"Hm, I've really got nothing to lose." He sighs

"Great, lets go!" I put the umbrella away and tug his arm towards the parking lot, out of the big park.

The rain still comes down hard, but not as hard as before. our feet make splashing sounds as we both took separate running steps at a time.

"Slow down Emma!' he said with his British accent so thick, and creamy.

"Can't keep up I see" I giggle

"Well then eat my dust!" he runs past me and within a few seconds he's out of sight. I run faster and I see him waiting in the empty parking lot, leaning against my car.

"How did you know this one was my car?"

He snickers

"No one else's is around"

I blush at my embarrassment, walking towards the car, and unfolding the umbrella again.

I hand Andrew the umbrella to hold, as I try to get my key to unlock the door. It was so wet, it slipped out of my fingers, and landed in the damp, dirty parking lot.

Me and Andy both bent down to get it. I quickly looked in front of me, and there was his lips, his eyes, his nose an inch from my nose, his lips an inch from my lips.

Just one lean, and I could check kissing a British guy off my bucket list...