Dancing in the Rain

Straight Ending 1

I've watched this show a million times but I've always loved it, plus there's nothing else to watch on TV so what am I supposed to do.

I walk to the kitchen to get myself a light snack for the millionth time today, but being bored is a killer to my groceries at this pace I'll need to go shopping again tomo-

My thought is stopped by a knock on the door. I'm almost pretty sure I didn't make any plans with anyone unless I forgot.

Looking through the peephole I wish I wasn't home, Gatsby my boyfriend is on the other side. I know I'm being rude making him stand around but the truth is I've tried to break up with him, but Gatsby's such a nice guy that I start feeling guilty, so now I've resorted to ignoring him until he breaks up with me.

"Jezabell please open up I know you're inside I've called all your friends," Gatsby says making me feel guilty, he's realized I've been ignoring him.

I suck up and open the door "Hi, I'm sorry I just wanted to look good even though I've been sick the last week," I lie trying not to seem as awful as I am.

"You know you could never look anything but beautiful Jezabell," He smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Since you're no longer sick why don't we go out," he says. Gatsby has always been gullible to my lies, but I think he just doesn't want to accept the truth and I feel sorry for him, so I accept.

"Uh... Sure just let me quickly get ready. You can make yourself coffee or tea, I'm sure there's still creamer and milk if you want," I offer while heading to my room.

"By the way what are we doing, how should I dress," I call from the bedroom.

"Anything really, something comfortable to walk in," he yells from the kitchen. I'm guessing hearing the kettle screech signifying the waters boiled.

I change into something comfortable a pair of jeans, a sweater and a beanie. It's quite cold this time of year in New York and it usually rains. I don't know what we'll be doing, but I hope it's indoors.

I walk out and see Gatsby waiting for me at the door, holding my purse out to me. He tells me all the usual boyfriend things, that I look beautiful in the sweater and that he likes the cute beanie. I just smile knowing it'll probably be the last.

We walk instead of getting a cab, I've always loved walking more than riding in cars so much of the world rushes past you in a car. I've said this to Gatsby so many times we never ride anywhere, anymore unless it's far.

We stop at a little restaurant when it starts raining, both of us forgetting to take an umbrella. We make light conversation for the most part passing questions between us both.

"Have you ever danced in the rain?" he asks looking out the window to the rain.

"No, that's a major health hazard and so cliché book like," I say looking up from the plate I hate clichés.

"But that's what makes it fun we have to do it," he responds standing up.

I look up at him confused, "Where are you going?"

"Well I'm going outside and so are you there's a little place for foot walkers not too far," he tells me holding out his hand.

I reluctantly take his hand. Rolling my eyes knowing he's set on the idea of us dancing in the rain.

He leaves a few bills on the table to pay, obviously far too impatient to wait for our waiter. I just hope he left enough, this is my favorite diner, I would hate to have to walk in here and realize he didn't pay enough.

I walk outside and it isn't raining really heavily, but it's not light either I just hope the foot path has trees over head, so we atleast don't get drenched while stupidly dancing in the rain like where sixteen.

We arrive to a little path not to far from my apartment, but have never known of before now. He turns around looking at me.

"Do you want to play the music or can I?" he asks smiling widely at me, my heart clenches knowing I'm going to be breaking up with him soon.

I gesture to him responding, "Go ahead I wouldn't even know what to play," he smiles reaching for his phone and starts playing some upbeat piano Gatsby really loves piano. He even plays himself, I love listening to him at the restaurant he usually plays at.

"Just dance like no ones watching Jezabell, it's really much more fun than you give it credit," Gatsby says while taking my hands and moves me to loosen me up

"I don't think I have to imagine much because no one in there right mind would be out walking now," I say sarcastically. I start dancing and I have to give him credit, even though I know I'll be waking up with a cold tomorrow, dancing in the rain as cliché as it is, it is fun.

I sway around a bit as we keep dancing. Laughing at each other when I step in a puddle giving off a much larger splash then we expected, later on deliberately stepping in puddles close to each other to splatter on the other.

As the time passes we get more tired not as energized as before and so does the music. We're swaying together when Gatsby whispers lowly to me.

"Would you meet me tonight again, at 7 at the clock tower, I have to go my brother's expecting me," I pull away as he gives me money to pay for a cab home, reluctantly I take it. I don't like it when Gatsby pays for everything I feel dependant.

As I'm getting into the cab I start thinking about the day. Who would've thought dancing in the rain would be fun, even though you aren't a book character or a sixteen year old.

My mind wonders to Gatsbys words and I think about this morning. This morning my mind was all set on breaking up with him as soon as I saw him and now I'm considering going to meet him again.

Maybe being wildly different from him will end in results of more unforseen rain dances or other cliché movie moments.

For the first time I feel like my relationship with Gatsby isn't sinking.

So here I am getting ready to go and meet him again. Deliberately leavimg my umbrella at the door. It's about 5 minutes to 7 so I opt for a cab. I know a walk to the clock tower is far more then 5 minutes.

Walking towards the clock tower I begin to doubt he came not seeing him, but I walk closer and there he is sitting on a bench looking down at his watch. He shakes his head and gets up.

As he looks up a small smile begins to spread on his face when he sees me.

He walks towards me saying, "I thought walking in the rain is a major health hazard and too cliché book like for Jezabell?" I laugh softly hearing my own words being repeated back to me.

"No Dancing in the rain is a major health hazard but I'm willing to risk that," I respond.

He looks down at me laughing softly and kisses me.