The Punk and The Nerd- a bubblee fanfic

Ambush

Chapter 4 - Bonnibel

Marshall's wrapped himself around me. I can't escape him, believe me I've tried. I try to move out of his grip but he just pulls me back. I'm laying in the bed, blankets kicked off, Marshall wrapped around me. His cold skin pressed against me freezing my skin. His arms are around my waist so I gently lift up his hand unlacing his fingers. I grab around his wrist and move his arm against his side. His other arm is loosely holding me. 'Okay I gotta move just enough to get out but not so much that he wakes up' I think to myself.

I move my upper body forward and sit up slightly. I use my arms to pull me up. Marshall moves and I freeze. I don't even breathe. A few moans and groans and removes his arm out from me and rolls over. Thank glob he didn't wake up or worse, grab onto me again. Phew, that was close.

I get used to Marshall's quiet breathing then I notice another calming sound, rain. The little droplets making tiny tapping noises against my patio doors and windows. The little droplets look like comets with their little tails trailing behind them as they fall. I love the rain. If I were to live anywhere in the world it would be somewhere it rained all the time. It never rains here, just yesterday was the only other time I've seen it rain.

So I pull myself across my bed, towards my night stand and look at the clock. 4:32 am, Tuesday. I kick my feet out onto the floor and sit up on my bed, stretch and head for the patio. I pass my mirror only to realize I'm not wearing a shirt. I quickly grab the closest thing to me, Marshall's flannel shirt. Oh well I need something to cover myself. I pull it over myself and button it up just enough to cover my abdomen and chest. I leave the last few buttons open so I can move freely. The shirt hangs over me ending at my knees. Just like the shirt the sleeves are also long. So long I have to pull them up to be able to find my hands.

I gently open the patio door, not to wake Marshall, and walk out onto the balcony. The rain is pouring like crazy, I love it. I look up to feel the cold, wet droplets on my face and on top of my head. I just stand there in the rain listening to it and feeling it on my skin. I don't know how such a little thing like rain brings me so much joy. The sounds of the precipitation hitting the puddles and the other minuscule bodies of water is like a drug to me. I would just about anything to just experience this again. I kind of feel bad for using Marshall's shirt. I don't think he'll mind. I'm not sure how long I'm standing here but when I see the sun rise underneath the overcast sky my hair is drenched and I'm soaking wet. My body shivers slightly but I don't care, I probably look like a drowned rat. The rain only comes around once in a blue moon, might as well enjoy every minute of it. I lean on the balcony looking down into the backyard. Planters filling with water, pots over flowing, the storm drain constantly spewing water. It's wonderful. I should probably should go get some coffee if I plan on staying up any longer. I keep yawning in between shivers. Every time I yawn my eyes water adding to the crying effect.

I don't really want to go back inside but I do anyway. The balcony has another door that opens into the main hallway I use that instead. I slam the door shut and head to the towel closet to grab a towel and head to the bathroom to have a shower. We have individual showers so I don't need my cosmetic bag even if I wanted it. Dang it! I left my brush in my bag, ugh! Oh well. I pop my head into the bathroom to see if there's anyone else in there. Nope, empty, just the way I like it. I turn on the water I put the temperate to hot. The shower steams as soon as the water hits the tiled flooring. I unbutton the shirt, take off my shorts and undergarments and lay them neatly next to my towels. I hop in shower and let the hot steam engulf me in its warmth. My shampoo always smells so good when I first put it in my hair. Shampoo rinse and repeat. I wonder what will happen today with Marshall and the girls, I'm kind of worried about it. My thoughts overwhelm me and I drop the conditioner bottle out of the shower. Great, now I have to go get that now. I hear the bathroom door open and LSP's drunk bantering as she heads towards the bathtub.