Wind is not quiet like rain.
Not as beautiful and more disastrous; so what happens when they're both combined? Beauty meeting disaster?
A beautiful disaster obviously.
Mama used to tell me that life is a beautiful disaster. And she's right. Well, at least about the disaster. I'd prefer wind and rain together over anything life throws at me.
At least the combination reassures beauty.
But, if there is one thing beautiful about this disaster of a life, it's Elliott.
The only thing that makes my life better. Not complete, but better.
I glance over to him, a small smile reaching my lips. "What?" He asks.
I shrug and move my focus over to the window to watch the falling rain and moving trees.
"Just deep in thought."
"Were you thinking about how extremely hot I am?"
I roll my eyes. "You wish, you dweeb."
Now don't get me wrong, the beautiful thing works out for Elliott in both his appearance and heart. If it weren't for the fact that he's like my own flesh and blood, I'd probably swoon like most girls.
The tall and muscular build of his body, dark blue eyes that always shine with mischief and warmth, the mop of curly darkest of the dark brown hair there is, and of course his notorious smile that flashes his perfect teeth and adorable dimples make up my best friend and I wouldn't want him any other way.
"Don't deny it, Sunshine."
"Oh look, I am."
"You only dream of these abs." He exclaims lifting his shirt up. Shaking my head and chuckling softly, I push his shirt back down.
"Focus on the road please, Dweeb."
"Yeah, you want this." He scoffs quietly as I grab his hand.
"Hey, why do I get the mean nickname and you get the cute one? I mean, I call you something as perfect as Sunshine while you insist on calling me a stupid pathetic nerd of a person; how does that add up?" He jokes while we enter downtown.
"Because you are a stupid pathetic nerd of a person?" I counter.
"Are you describing yourself, Dweeb?"
I snort unattractively, smacking his arm. "If you're trying to get me to call you Sunshine, it's not going to work."
"Whatever."
We drive in a comfortable silence until he pulls up into a parking lot beside a cute little restaurant. "Dylan?" He calls out as I reach for the car door.
"Yeah?"
"The love of my life is in there."
"Not possible. I haven't even left the car yet." I state with a smile. I can come up with comebacks too! At least I think...
I jump when he slams his palms on the dashboard of his car. "Shut it, will you! I'm being serious!" He snaps causing me to cower back into the seat.
He's never snapped at me like that before. Let alone tell me to shut up; he and I both know he's the only person I talk to. Literally.
"I-I'm s-sorry-"
"She'll hear you idiot! Goodness! I knew I shouldn't have brought you!"
Sudden mood change much!
He glares at me anger while confusion rises within me. What did I do?
Wow Dylan! You always manage to screw up!
Tears prick my eyes as I feel my face fall. "Come on, suck it up." He hisses.
I nod and exit the car immediately as Elliott hops out as well and enters the restaurant. Without me.
What on earth did I do?
I find myself lingering by the car, letting the rain hit me at all directions due to the wind.
A memory could really cheer me up right now...
"Dylan!" He shouts as I scramble into the restaurant.
"Why did you stay out there! You're a mess! I swear if you embarrass me-"
Suddenly, I stop in my tracks and slap Elliott so hard I'm sure the whole place is aware of it.
"You want to know what I was thinking about in the car? I was thinking about how wonderful of a person you are and how lucky I am to have you. Glad to know the feeling isn't mutual." I state ripping his wallet out of his hand, grabbing thirty five bucks, and shoving it back.
"Have fun with your girlfriend who is obviously more important then your best friend; not to mention that you suggested we go here."
His eyes flash with something, realization maybe, and he grab my arm in which I yank away instantly.
"Oh Dyl-"
I shove past him to the hostess who already has a place for me to sit.
Why is everything always ruined for me? Why is life not going my way?
I guess disaster has the ability to overpower beauty.
