Pluviophile

Chapter 2

Indra sat in her spot, spending the slow minutes alone. Each one seemed to be filled with dread, for she was fearful that Deene would show up. 

She did not mind Deene, to be honest. He was quiet, calm, and even attractive. He wore calm, dark clothes often in brown or grey, and normally have a hat, one of those stretchy ones she could never remember the name of. He narrow, but round face. His eyes were calm and dark brown, like the color of coffee. This exact trait contrasted with his blond hair that grew smooth until the hair reached its end and became curly. He was quite a bit taller than her and everyone else at the school. He was skinny, too, but built as if though his skinny legs were made to fool you, because he was strong with stability and broad shoulders. Indra just did not want to be too close to people, especially a person like Deene. He was popular, and if he came to be her friend, others might feel obliged to speak to her as well. 

Indra was not ready to make friends. She nervously chewed at the bread crust on the edge of her sandwich, leaving the rest of her lunch untouched. Her stomach twisted and paced inside her with anxiety. When Indra stopped to grab her water bottle, she realized that she had been picking at her fingernails due to the stress. She stopped, just in time to prevent the pain of the sheltered skin being exposed to the air which was only heard of.

She packed up her lunch after finally finishing it and quickly stood up. She turned to leave her seat and fell out of it the other way. Deene had just approached. He reached out to help her back up, but she rejected his assistance and tried to hide the humiliation on her face. Deene withdrew his hand and sat next to where she had been sitting, but she resigned to a chair that put a space in between the two.  Deene kept to himself the disappointment that surfaced when she didn't sit right next to him, and kept a cool demeanor. 

"Oh, have you already eaten? That's too bad. I thought I'd be here sooner, but I had to stop at the library."

She nodded in response, and this time it was not enough to make Deene feel satisfied. He wanted to hear her voice. He moved over to the chair next to her, hoping to close the emotional distance between them as well. Deene looked her in the eyes, though she avoided his gaze. He began to speak  again, "So, has the weather been bothering you lately? I personally don't mind the rain, but a lot of girls don't like it because it messes up their hair." He knew very well that she loved the rain, he just wanted to hear her to speak. Indra twitched in a way that let him know that he definitely gotten her attention. She shifted her weight nervously and mumbled, "Oh, no. It doesn't bother me." Deene tilted his head, even more disapointed, but not discouraged. He pushed for more conversation. "I saw you the other day. You seemed very interested in something outside. Did I miss something or was the rain just really nice?" Indra blushed, embarassed that someone had been watching her. 

"There was nothing interesting."

"I also noticed you taking pictures. Are you a photographer?"

"No, I just liked the way the rain looked from where I stood."

"Can I see?"

Indra felt really pressured. He was really trying to speak with her and she did not want to talk. She decided that it would be fine, so she dug in her messenger bag and  pulled out her blue camera. Deene watched carefully as she turned it on and passed it to him. He flipped through the pictures, admiring each one. They were of high quality, and great perspective. They seemed to be all of rain, or plants in the rain, or rain on what appeared to be her window. Deene examined this one carefully. He could see what he assumed was Indra's room, which was nicely decorated with heart-shaped picture frames and pastel wallpaper. A white desk sat next to the window, which was the only source of light, though it was dim. It was raining, of course.