𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲[𝐡.𝐬.]

iii

The day continues and to say that she didn't miss him would be a lie. an obvious one, thankfully Betty could hold grudges or else there was nothing stopping her from lunging into the arms of the man she loved. what better time to think of the man who to this very minute holds her heart then when she's standing in the rain waiting for her cousin to pull the car around. The way the rain crashed onto the pavement as it poured with little gusts of wind as she stood under the ledge of the building somewhat protecting herself.

Betty held her algebra textbook over her head while her brown bag hung off her shoulder, she cursed herself for her outfit choice. a knee length denim pencil skirt with way too many metal buttons and a blouse. she could've sworn it wasn't going to rain, the weather forecast said forty percent. which at the time sounded like a guarantee of no rain. her sneakers were already drenched, damn converses. as she bounced back and forth she heard her shoes make that annoying noise and she felt her drenched socks making her feet get colder sucks she's mad at harry.

She's only thinking of him because his car is still in the lot, he would've been on time. Harry had this thing where he was actually always prepared. two umbrellas in his car one for him one for her an extra jacket in his locker in case she needed it and he would always make it to the car before her so he could warm it up the way she likes and the way she could use now. Her harry was sweet like that. she wishes he still were. her harry, her heart flutters just thinking back to it. mine.

she missed the days where he'd take the long way home cause he knows she likes to drive in the rain. she missed the way he'd reach his arm out across her seat even though she always has her seatbelt on when he hit the breaks too hard because some people don't know how to drive. How with one look she knows he's gonna pull into a back road and park the car so they could be alone for awhile before dropping her off at home. she can't work out what she misses more, her best friend or her boyfriend.

She missed sitting in the backseat writing about him while he watched her. he'd run his fingers through her hair or up her skirt. nothing sexual, just to touch her. she missed him sleeping over on school nights and her staying over on weekends. she missed his obnoxious knock knock jokes and weird puns. she missed wearing his shirt to bed. she missed the version of herself with him. at this point her algebra text book is useless. her hair is wet and beginning to curl back up, her skirt sticking to her legs in the uncomfortable way denim does.

"Betty!" great. she tries to ignore him, maybe he'll go away if he thinks she didn't hear him. his foot steps get closer, "Betty!" she takes a breath and turns around to face harry. he's completely dry and under an umbrella. "do you need a ride?" he looks hopeful, he prays that she'll say yes. she can see it and getting in a car with the man who broke her heart isn't a good idea right about now. fool me once shame on you, but his eyes are so trust worthy so green she wants to just fall into them.

"no, thank you." she turns back to face the street but before she does she notices harry reach his arm out. curiosity struck so she looks. her purple umbrella, his hand outstretched extending an olive branch in the shape of an umbrella. the one he bought her when he first had to drive her home in the rain. it's funny because she actually has three. he keeps this one in his car and somehow like magic he knew she'd need it today. she contemplates rejecting him and just turning around, but she was cold and the umbrella would help her.

reaching out she grabs the umbrella before muttering a quick "thanks." it was a little late cause she was drenched but it'd give her time to dry before her cousin picked her up. "are you sure i can't just give you a ride?" she turned to face him and at first looking at him right now he looked like the boy she fell in love with, his green eyes waiting for an answer for the question he asked just to make sure she really wanted to wait for Emma but deep down she knew he isn't the same boy now.