When the Rain Falls

conscientia mille testes

5.

{for katie because she's inspirational and just an amazing person}

The nerve of that girl constantly astounds Aiden. As if it wasn't bad before, now Aiden is just fuming. First, she slaps him for fucking helping her and then she comes to his house expecting him to help her. Actually, now that he thinks about it, how does she even know where he lives? Fucking stalker.

Aiden tries to fall asleep but after the surprise appearance of, quite possibly, his least favorite human being, sleep is nearly impossible. Fuck her. Now I can't even fucking sleep, he thinks bitterly, tossing and turning in his bed. The sound of rain hitting the roof isn't helping, either. Normally, it's relaxing but now all he can think about is Delia out there in the pouring rain.

He doesn't actually feel bad for slamming the window shut until he hears the thunder. He tries to tell himself that she found another place to stay, but deep down he knows she hasn't. She's probably just sitting outside the window, shivering.

Fuck, Aiden thinks. Why do I have to have such a good fucking heart? He rolls out of bed, careful to be quiet, he wouldn't want to wake his aunt and uncle and then have to explain why, exactly, he was bringing a girl in through the window. That's one of the few things his aunt and uncle actually care about. They don't want him 'getting a whore pregnant' but come on, Aiden's smarter than that. He always uses condoms (XL, in case you were wondering).

Reluctantly, Aiden rolls out of bed, walks quietly to the door and steps into the other room - the one with the window. He silently slides the window open and proceeds to stick his head out, the cold rain wetting his hair and matting it to his head, the excess drops dripping into his eyes. "Delia!" he whisper yells into the night, trying to be loud enough so that she can hear him through the storm but not so loud as to wake his aunt. "C'mon, you can stay in my room," he pauses before adding, "for the night." No one answers. "Delia!" he calls, "I'm kind of freezing right now so if maybe you could hurry."

When no response comes, he thinks maybe she's sleeping. Outside. During a thunderstorm. Maybe she's just a heavy sleeper, he tells himself. But he doesn't want her to get struck by lightning so he leans out the window, trying to see her. "Delia!" he hisses, again. He can't see anything but black from his position so he leans out further. There! He reaches out one arm trying to tap her shoulder, gripping the windowsill desperately with his other hand. Apparently he doesn't grip it tightly enough, though, because before he knows what's happening he's tumbling out the window head first, feet flying over him.

He lays on the ground for a few moments in obvious pain. "Delia," he says, his voice shaky from the pain. He reaches out a hand and grabs her shoulder. It feels scratchy. What the hell?  He pushes on her shoulder and it gives easily. Aiden sits up, leaning forward to look at Delia. Except it's not Delia at all.

It's a fucking bush.

Fuck me, Aiden thinks, falling back onto the ground.

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jules