Streets

13- When It Rains

Rain.

Rain is what woke me up.

It was hard to sleep again because of the rain stabbing my roof.

I turned around to see the sleeping Anthony.

I giggled, watching him peacefully sleep.

Is that creepy?

I finally got up to get some coffee, but a hand stopped me.

I turned around and see Anthony, one eye open.

"Ya honestly thought I was sleepin'?"

I giggled.

"If I was sleepin', I'd be like this," he then started to climb on me, me laughing all the way.

"Okay, okay," I chuckled, pushing him down on the bed.

"How cruel is my madam?" He said, sitting up.

"Not very cruel---" he put his finger on my lips.

"Sssshhhh, I did not ask you." He said in a old days voice.

Like the colonial times.

I giggled. "Well, you must ask someone, sir." I followed on his voice.

"I am asking someone. I am asking," he laid on the bed, raising his arms in the air. "THE CLOUDS!"

"Oh my god," I giggled.

"CLOUDS, HOW CRUEL IS MY MAD---" It thundered, me yelping.

"They say very cruel." He sat up, looking at me seriously until a smile was planted on his face.

I chuckled. "They have lied."

He stood up, his face close to mine. I loved how our height made the difference of us.

"Indeed." He pecked my lips, smiling.

"Why are you so tall?" I asked.

"Why are you short?"

"Uh, because my mom was short..?"

"What about your dad?"

"Never had one. He got kicked out of my life for his abusiveness."

"I see. Im sorry."

"As long as I have you," I fiddled with his shirt collar.

"I think I'm alright." I smiled.

He smiled as well. "My lovely Lea,"

"Yes?"

"You are mine. Only mine."

"I understand."

He pulled away. I knew he was gonna say something to crack me up.

"Don't be fallin' for Daveed."

I giggled. "I won't."

"Nah you gotta promise me. Cuz he's charmin'."

"Okay, I promise."

"Good." He then walked out the room, me following him.

"I want coffee." I galloped my way next to him.

"Get your own." He walked to the kitchen.

"Your cruel, ri--" it thundered again. I yelped, grasping onto Anthony, him hugging me.

"Your the best. I can comfort you anytime it thunders, like, I GOT A KEEPER!"

"Oh my god." I rolled my eyes playfully.

He chuckled and held me tighter.

"My love, my only, my loving only. Do you k---" it thundered again.

I yelped, yelping even more as I heard a tree crash.

Anthony, even then, was surprise.

He was shocked.

He went to go see what tree fell as I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, shivering in my fears.

"It was the backyard of our neighbors house." He said.

In Brooklyn, we didn't have many trees.

It was all streets, dirty houses, trashy roads.

It was all drug dealers, murderers, physchos.

Smokers as well.

And then there were punching 13 year olds, cursing 7 year olds, gold-chained 10 year olds.

It was terrible.

But we lived in it.

Anthony came over to me, cuddling me kindly.

And at last, in Brooklyn, surprisingly, I felt safe.

You can't feel safe in Brooklyn.

But I feel safe right now.

So looks like that claim is false..