muke//kissing in the rain

chapter 1

It's raining today. Not the peaceful kind that movie couples share romantic kisses in, or the kind new parents bring there sticky fingered children out to splash in the puddles. It's the gross kind. But people still enjoy it because it gives them an excuse to be introverted and watch movies and eat comfort foods. While normal people carry out this routine of avoiding the miserable weather, it's in the rain I'm in a state of euphoria.

I only ever go outside in the rain. Not because I'm a modern hipster who loves to be deep and gloomy, but for a simpler reason: people stay inside when it rains. I've never been good with people. Mostly because of my selective mutism, but I also happen to despise the majority of the human race.

It's 8pm on a Saturday evening. Most 17 year olds are getting ready to get stoned or wasted, be around other humans, taking it all in and absorbing the popularity as they climb the social latter. Well Luke Hemmings is not most 17 year olds. They're all wasting there time. But then again, so am I. Trying to read "catcher in the rye" for the 8th time in the middle of a downpour whilst perched atop a rusty abandoned swing set. I've gone through 6 copies of this book from reading it in the rain. My mum always tells me it's not a good idea but then I go ahead and sacrifice the life of my paper back perfection just so I can have the added affect to put me in the right mindset while I slip into another world.

Droplets of water drenched my hair, skin and clothes. The wind picks up as I start to stroll back through town. I pass by shops on the way, slowing when I near the used bookstore. I'd go in there everyday and get a new book each time I visited. I'd sip my coffee with an unpronounceable name and sink into the vintage leather love seat that resides in the back corner. And I would accidentally bump into the attractive boy that stacks the shelves and we'd shamelessly flirt every day. Except I've never done any of this. I've never entered the book store. And I've never spoken to the green haired beauty. The only true thing about that fantasy is the fact I can't pronounce the name of my coffee.

I've been getting out a lot lately, it's that time of year where everyday is miserable. And everyday i see him park his car behind the bookstore and enter the building with his headphones in, ignoring the world. I thought about him quite a lot. But not always in the way you'd think. I observe him. He's usual attire is black skinny jeans, converse, paired with a large sweater or a rock tshirt. His green fluffy hair is always sticking every which way and completely defies gravity. Why would someone like him work at a small bookstore? Maybe to help bay bills, maybe he's a secret nerd, or maybe he likes to get away from it all. Like me. My thoughts are constantly clouded with the bookstore boy. But he never sees me. He doesn't acknowledge my existence. Well why would a godlike creature such as himself take heed to a quiet blonde loser who is obsessed with poetry and raindrops.

I inhale deeply and tug my coat tight around my waist before advancing down the drenched sidewalk. The moon is reflecting off the puddle covered pavement, illuminating the path back to my apartment I live in with my mum. The night is quiet and now, the ugly rain has died down to a slight drizzle. I've been infatuated with the bookstore boy ever since I moved here a year ago and i still don't know his name. The slapping sound of my boots against the thin sheet of cool water on the road is the only sound filling the air as I walk down the empty streets. I hope it rains again tomorrow.

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first chapter of kissing in the rain! I'm excited to write this one, but luke is a poetic little shit so the chapters might take more time. Cuz I'm a bad writer. Oops.