"Looks like it's gonna rain," Elizabeth comments as they drive down the road in the direction of her house.
"Supposed to get thunderstorms, hopefully it'll wait until I can drop you off," he says.
"Mhm," she nods, watching the grey clouds roll in.
"You okay?" He asks, taking his eyes off the road.
"Pay attention before you kill us," she places a hand on his cheek and turns him back to the road.
"The road isn't nearly as pretty but okay," he sighs.
"God you're such a flirt," she laughs.
"I thought girls liked that," he says.
"It's cute, but don't wreck the car," she smiles.
"I'll try," he shrugs. She leans her head against the window and watches the first couple minuscule raindrops splatter.
"It's starting," she says.
He gives her a look, "really?"
"Yes, see?" She points out the window with a smirk.
"Fuck off," he rolls his eyes.
"I hate you," she says.
"No you don't," he replies immediately.
"I know," she sighs. And he laughs because he knows what she means. They don't say I love you, they pretend to hate each other. Unorthodox, but it works for them. They sit in silence until he reaches over and grabs her hand, she almost laughs because even though it's been almost a year it's kind of weird that they're more than friends.
"What's so funny?" He asks, but he's laughing too.
"You," she shrugs, "us." The rain comes down harder and she's staring out the window. He runs his thumb over hers and she squeezes his hand in response. One of their weird ways of expressing their love. They've probably only said it out loud a couple times since they began dating, but before that they made sure they said it.
"Shit I can't see anything," he says quietly and she's not sure if she was meant to hear it or not.
"It's really coming down," she adds.
"I'm gonna park until this lets up," he says, letting go of her hand and placing it on the wheel, he turns into an empty parking lot.
"What are we gonna do while we wait?" she asks.
"Well," he chuckles and places a hand on her knee, "I have some ideas."
"I'm walking home," she laughs and opens the door.
"Get back in here," he rolls his eyes and pulls her into the car.
"I'm hungry," she sighs, closing the door.
"There might be an oldBig Mac back there," he points his thumb to the backseat, which is a mess of fast food wrappers.
"Suddenly I'm not so hungry," she takes a breath.
He sighs and lays down, head in her lap, feet on the dashboard, "I'm tired."
"Okay," she says.
"I gotta get my windshield wipers fixed," he yawns. She pushes his hair out of his face and smiles, so he grabs her hands, presses his lips to them, and clutches them over his chest.
"I feel your heartbeat," she comments. It's beating fast.
"I could say something ridiculously cheesy right now," he grins.
"Please don't," she begs.
"I've learned my lesson," he promises.
"Good," she nods. He places one hand behind her neck and pulls her down for a kiss. They spend the next hour in silence, him half asleep and her running her hands through his hair, wondering how she got so lucky.
