The Cupcake Theory

39) How Do You Breathe Again ?

39) How Do You Breathe Again?

I can bet you right now my romance-obsessed English teacher is sitting happily in her Jane Austen themed room, eating that caramel popcorn she is obsessed with, laughing at me.

Why you may ask would she waste her time laughing at me when she could be watching Titanic for the 500th time?

One word.

Rain.

I'm about a block away from Charlie's house when Mother Nature thinks it's a great idea to rain for no reason.

I didn't bring an umbrella this morning as it was clear skies and the forecast was supposed to be sunny for the next week with no rain.

Shows you how much the weather people really know Mother Nature.

Personally, I would have thought she would be a little disappointed someone wasn't chasing after me in the rain. But in this day in age if somebody is following you that's not a great sign.

A familiar car pulls up beside me and the window is slowly wound down to reveal a smug face.

"Going for an afternoon stroll are we?" Sam leans half his arm out the window with his other on the steering wheel. The car slowly rolls forward following me down the street.

I pull my soaking jumper tighter around me to cover up the cold shivers I'm starting to get. "Thought some fresh air would be good for my lungs. You know oxygen is really good to breathe in every once and awhile."

"That's one of the stupidest excuses I've ever heard."

"You don't have to believe me. You can turn your car around and drive away for all I care," my shoes choose this moment to start squeaking with each step I take.

His car tails behind me, "It's raining."

"I am very aware that there is water coming from the sky but it's more of a drizzle anyway so there's no need to stress."

"I can't let you walk home in the rain," he urges on.

"You can and you will."

He sighs at my reluctance to listen "Get in the car Mackenzie."

I ignore his demand and keep soldiering on through the rain which goes from a drizzle to downpour in a matter of seconds.

"Stop being stubborn and get in otherwise I will stop this car and come get you myself."

I laugh at his threat, who would get out in the pouring rain just to force someone else into their car?

I get my answer as I hear a door close.

Obviously somebody with no common sense.

But what I don't expect is an arm to loop around my waist so aggressively, "Where do you think you're going?" His breath tickles my ears as I'm held tightly to his front.

"Preferably somewhere with food, shelter and a bed for me to be engulfed in."

I notice the lack of rain pouring down on us. Lifting my head I see a cover over both our heads

"You have an umbrella?" I ask surprisingly breathless, trying not moving as I don't want to be pushed out of the ring of dryness.

I feel him shrug behind me "I always keep one in the car just in case it rains randomly. What kind of idiot goes outside when it raining without an umbrella?"

"Exactly! That's what I was saying to miss today," the rest of my words get stuck in the back of my throat as I realise how close we are actually standing. We don't move from our tight position for a solid minute before Sam realises our proximity. He tenses slightly.