catfish and the bottlemen imagines for rainy days + mondays

Tshirt Weather / Bondy / 3

You lay on the grass head resting in your arms, sunlight bathing you the way it had been all month.

Spring was well and truly behind you and the summer was a sizzling, slow burn sort of season. The sun rose early in the mornings and set late into the night and the temperature never seemed to change.

You were finding yourself lingering at Lily's house more and more. Staying over almost every night. Your own parents hadn't really noticed and Lily's didn't mind. Said you were welcome anytime but that they wished you would have words with their children. They seemed to fight more when you were around.

And you had to agree. It was beginning to feel like the pranks her brother and his friends often played on the two of you, were more extreme when you were around and you longed for the kinds of childish daft pranks you heard about the next day in school.

Things like salt in her tea, salt in her water at dinner.
Once Louis had switched her shampoo with maple syrup.

But when you were around they took it up a notch.
If you wanted a shower all the towels would dissappear, someone would sneak into the bathroom and pinch your clothes.
They never went far but it was the fact that they were gone. The fact that you had to stand there freezing and shouting for Lily or her for you.

Today it was a Saturday and so far it had been quiet. Peaceful. Dare say it serene.

The two of you had been sunbathing on the lawn undisturbed all morning but you were on edge. Waiting for that to change.

You'd heard John and Louis stumble in late last night and though lily was remaining optimistic that perhaps they might take a day off, you were almost certain that they wouldn't. That they were probably still just sleeping and that when they woke up you would regret getting comfortable. Regret not preparing yourself for whatever trick they came up with next.

As it happened you were wrong.

Theyd woken more than half an hour ago and had been sulking in the kitchen, cradling their cups of tea and complaining about their bad heads.

You were trying not to think about them, trying not to give them the satisfaction of worrying about them but in truth it was getting harder and harder not to think about Johnny.

Actually he had begun to occupy your mind rather a lot. Almost too much. You were beginning to struggle to concentrate on any of the things you were supposed to, like your school work, your essays or the book you should have been reading but had abandoned on the side in the kitchen.

Instead you'd been lying in the garden beside your friend secretly sort of hoping that her brother would wake up soon, pull one of his tricks, the kind you knew were specifically aimed at you.

Because as much as you professed to finding him annoying, as often as you threw something at him when he was winding lily up, as much as you always took her side in arguments against him, arms crossed and calling him all kinds of names the truth was that he was under your skin.

He was the thought constantly playing on your mind. No matter the situation he was there, at the back of your mind. And sometimes it got on your nerves and sometimes, when you remembered the dark of his bedroom and the warmth of his breath on your neck, the warmth of his breath between your legs, it stirred a new sensation.

One you weren't so used to. One you which left you craving more of him, his touch, his words low and lingering by your ear. His lips on yours. His hands beneath the cotton of your clothes.

He was the reason you had been spending more time at Lily's, he was the reason when you stayed over you had a tendency to linger in the bathroom late at night, secretly hoping for some company. His company.