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A rainy day in Indiana

There are so many times that I hear comments made about how rain makes you sad in movies and literature. The melancholy associated with a dreary day is an accepted fact in many places.

But I just don’t get it.

How can you not love the changing weather?

I do. I have no problem with the heater running in the morning and the AC on the drive home. The wind that throws leaves in your hair or rain against the window tends to make me feel better, not worse.

If you are like me and love the sound of a storm and the lash of the gale, then you might also enjoy the rainy mood website.

Keep dry.

L. E. White

Biology 301

A bit of gravel crunched under Josh’s front wheel as he passed the last alley between him and the restaurant’s employee parking lot. He was peddling hard, panting and sweating as he rushed forward.

He heard a car door slam and then the squeaking of an old belt as someone prepared to leave.

“Damn it.” He thought, not managing to get the words all the way out between his panting. “No.”

He saw a small blue truck pull out of the lot when he was only about thirty feet away. He didn’t know what Helen drove, so he did his best to shove his disappointment back down as he whipped through the entrance.

His tires skidded as he squeezed the break. He dropped his feet and fought to keep his balance as the bike tried keep going. After a moment, he snapped his head around, looking from left to right before his eyes settled on a figure sitting on the trunk of an old car. His face split into a wide smile as he walked his bike over to her.

“Hi,” she said. Helen had her legs crossed, bouncing one foot in the air. She had her hands wrapped around her knee and her mouth was twisted up in a lopsided smirk. “Running a little late?”

Josh held up his bare wrist and shrugged. “I didn’t know how long it would take to get here.”

“But you were hurrying or else you wouldn’t be so out of breath.”

Josh didn’t answer. He just rested his hands on the bike while looking at her.

“I almost left. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come see me.”

“I came here as fast as I could.” He said.

Helen let go of her knee and slid off the trunk. Once they were standing together, Josh realized that he was less than an inch taller than she was. She straightened her arms out behind her back with her fingers laced together, stretching her back and shoving her chest out toward him. “I would like to sit in the car and talk if you don’t mind?”

Josh felt his mouth go dry as he shook his head.

Helen reached forward and Josh felt his hand in hers before he realized that he had moved. He was lost in the sensation of her hand as she led him into the car. He watched her move as she slid across the seat and he took his own place.

“You going to close the door?”

Josh nodded and felt his face warm. The car shook when the steel panel slammed shut and he dropped his eyes with a mumbled, ‘Sorry.”

“Just relax,” she said. “You are really tense.”

He nodded and gulped. “I’m a little nervous.”

Helen slid closer and rubbed her hand up his arm from elbow to shoulder. “Why?” She reached over and took his hand, placing his palm on her leg before rubbing up and down that arm as well.

He stuttered for a moment but no real words came out. Helen giggled and moved closer. Her knee was touching his and he looked down, moving his gaze from one point of contact to another.

“Do you like me?”

Josh’s head shot up so that he was staring into Helen’s eyes. They were squinted a little, and it made him think she was trying to see something a long way away. “Y—y-ye-yeah.”

“Okay,” She stopped squinting and looked him up and down. “I wondered since you don’t see to be into this.”

“Nervous,” he said. Josh swallowed again and tried to keep his breathing steady.

“You’ve never been on a date or anything like that before have you?”

He wanted to lie. He felt the need to seem more impressive and experienced, but he as shaking his head again before he could think of anything to say. As soon as he realized it, his gaze dropped back down to where their legs met. Josh was sure that she was going to laugh at him. That she would tease and humiliate him.

Her fingers touched his cheek and then slid under his chin. Josh looked at her, and she was leaned forward, smiling at him. “It’s okay. I get it.”

“You do?”

‘I do.” She sat back, slid away from him and put her hands in her lap. “Now, take a deep breath.”

Josh did what she said while wishing that she hadn’t moved away. He repeated a long, deep breath three or four time before he began to feel anything like normal again.

“Better?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” she said. Helen shifted on the seat so that she was lying back against the door. “Now why don’t you scoot over here, closer to me?”

Josh did, fighting to keep his breathing steady despite that way that his heart was pounding in his ears. He leaned forward, putting his hand on the window to brace himself so that he could hover above her.

Helen tilted her chin, leaning up but stopped a few inches low.

Josh lowered his head as slowly as possible. He watched her, looking for any sign of disapproval until the moment when their lips met.

He thought about how he was kissing; if he was doing it right or if he was doing a good job. He wondered if he should lower himself down on top of her of maybe put his arm around her to pull her closer.

Then he felt her hand run up his arm and shoulder, reaching up to push her fingers into his hair. Helen pulled him down, tilting her head to allow their mouths to move and increasing the ferocity of that first kiss.

And then he stopped thinking all together.

 

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