Wild World Comms

Chapter 11: Rain

You're watching your black converse walk in time with his burgundy ones, treading lightly over the fallen blossom that's littering the parks winding pathways. You'd thought it strange, that you could be so in sync with a person you hadn't known to exist a few months ago. Yet there you were trusting him to lead you round the park blindly, as you chose instead to watch your feet move rhythmically.

His big encompassing hand was warming your comparatively smaller and colder one. You moved your gaze up from your feet to your hands, contemplating how normal yours looked in his embrace. That the lilac painted on the tips of your fingers complemented the ends of his denim jacket.

Your eyes then moved to his head. His unruly mop of hair flopping all over the place, brought to life in the brisk wind. It was probably messier than yours, but you knew that your long hair would better resemble a bird's nest than look effortlessly cool.

You savoured the moment. It was at times like this, that Wild World Communications seemed like an inconceivable idea, that the world was back to what it used to be, where you didn't have to think twice before you did anything. Where you could say whatever you wanted, and slag off politicians, read books that actually made you think, listen to music that made you feel things, with unbiased opinions, culture, liberation, freedom, life goddamn it; everything in the Wild World is dead.

With that thought you then looked ahead, to the beautiful park that you had been ignoring. But that's when you caught sight of the sky. The bulking grey giants fighting their way in the direction of the wind, leaving no sight of the timid blue that filled the sky's canvas as you left your flat.

It was as though the heavens had read your thoughts as you felt a drop of water land directly on the top of your head. Seconds later there was another assault on your hair, then another few hitting your arm. And before you could react it was as though you had got caught in a water park, the atmosphere had most definitely broken its seal.

"Shit", you heard Dan curse pulling himself out of a similar daydream that you were occupying. Your brain went into survival mode, wasting no time in dragging Dan with you to shelter under the closest tree.

Water was still dripping onto your head, but it was preferable to the rain that was literately bouncing off the path that you had just fled. "What now?" Dan hesitantly questioned, looking to you for a smart answer, as though your fast thinking action somehow proved that you were a rainy-day guide.

Fortunately for him you actually had a smart idea. Beaming like a Cheshire Cat, you started to take your jacket off, lifting it over your head. Dan's eyes grew wide in anticipation.

"Follow me" you spoke with a determined linger, still deciding if what you were about to do was really a good idea. His eyebrows furrowed in half confusion half intrigue. 'Fuck it' was the last thing that crossed your mind before you swiftly darted off running through the park.

It wasn't until you spotted your destination, that your legs seemed to give up on you, though you pushed on, determined to free yourself from the weathers wrath. You barged through the wooden gate, stomping up the trio of familiar steps until you were safely sheltered under the green painted porch.

You turned to find Dan about ten steps behind you. Though he had slowed down, stopping short of the shelter; with mud splashes up the bottoms of his jeans, and the rain pattering off the top of his soaked denim jacket. He was silent, though his face read a thousand words. Surprise, intrigue, and awkward being three of them.

"Soo, this is my place."

Hey! So this was going to be a part of a much larger chapter, but I thought it would be better to turn the first section into a bit of a cliffhanger, to help with the pacing :) Shit is about to go down.