Flashes of Our Endless Summer Love
Chapter 5: Synthetic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqvS5x86OiQ
In English, I look in your direction. I still sit next to you, but you don’t seem to notice. I’m just the girl that comes after you in the register. You don’t have to care so little. You could at least acknowledge me. I acknowledge you. The rain patters against the window behind you, much like that one day. Do you remember, Alex?
It was raining. Not the same rain as the first time you actually noticed I was alive. The air was light and the sky was somehow still bright. I was standing in my front yard, looking up and letting the rain drown me. There was no better thing to enjoy than a summery shower.
You must have seen me standing there because you came out of your house. For some reason you weren’t wearing a raincoat or holding an umbrella either. You did, however, put up the hood from your hoodie like it was going to protect you. It would have, if it was for a quick run from the house to the car. But I liked just standing there and taking it in, there was nothing quick about it.
“What are you doing out here?” You smiled as you shuffled over in your slippers.
“Feeling the rain against my skin.” I twirled around and looked up at the clouds, closing my eyes and letting the water drop on my face.
“Don’t you want to go inside?”
I ran my fingers through my hair, squeezing out a bit of the water. “I like the feeling.”
“That’s fine too.” You waltzed over to be close to me. “Mind if I join?”
“I believe you already have. Haven’t you?”
You smiled at me and decided to stand next to me, also facing your house. I let the rain consume me. The droplets merged together, turning into little rivers leaving behind trails as they dripped off my skin. It was a new level of hightened scenses.
“What do you usually do in the rain?” You asked.
“Appreciate it.” I reopened my eyes and looked at you. You were just standing there uncomfortably as the water slowly soaked through the fabric of your hoodie.
“You might have to teach me how to,” you mumbled as you turned around to face me.
“Take off your hoodie,” I whispered and reached out to grab the hem. I helped you pull it over your head and held onto it for you. That way you didn’t have to worry about it.
“Now what?” You stood there, your arms stiff at your side.
“Close your eyes. Feel the rain.”
“Feel the rain…” You breathed out and closed your eyes after I could see you say ‘fuck it’ in your mind. “It’s wet?”
“No, feel it.” I took a step closer and softy touched your arm, pattering my fingers against your skin. “Feel the drops plop.” I then trailed my fingers. “Feel the water trickling.”
I watched you discover it. Your eyes flickered a lot behind your closed eyelids at first. Slowly, you let yourself relax, you let yourself feel. Right in front of my eyes, you were changing. Or it looked that way from my perspective. I didn’t actually know what was going on inside your mind.
“You might actually be getting at something here.” You grinned and opened up your eyes, looking down at me. “So do just always just stand here and feel?”
I raised my shoulders and dropped them back down. “Sometimes I like to take walks, sometimes I dance.”
“Dance, you say?” You smirked and wrapped your arms around my waist. “Ever slow danced in the rain before?”
I looked up into your eyes and shook my head. We were both completely soaked by now. I wrapped your moderately dry hoodie around my hips and circled my arms around your neck. We swayed back and forth, the rhythm of the rain as our soundtrack.
Slowly you leaned forward and softly kissed me. It wasn’t our first, it wasn’t our second, but it was one I was always going to remember. The way our skin moulded together due to the thin layer of water.
You always did like kissing me at the most perfect of moments. You enjoyed watching my heart flutter. It vibrated long enough, the frequency rising every day we spent together… just for you to flip the off switch. My feelings were too strong and you led me on.
In English, I look in your direction. I still sit next to you, but you don’t seem to notice. I’m just the girl that comes after you in the register. You don’t have to care so little. You could at least acknowledge me. I acknowledge you. The rain patters against the window behind you, much like that one day. Do you remember, Alex?
It was raining. Not the same rain as the first time you actually noticed I was alive. The air was light and the sky was somehow still bright. I was standing in my front yard, looking up and letting the rain drown me. There was no better thing to enjoy than a summery shower.
You must have seen me standing there because you came out of your house. For some reason you weren’t wearing a raincoat or holding an umbrella either. You did, however, put up the hood from your hoodie like it was going to protect you. It would have, if it was for a quick run from the house to the car. But I liked just standing there and taking it in, there was nothing quick about it.
“What are you doing out here?” You smiled as you shuffled over in your slippers.
“Feeling the rain against my skin.” I twirled around and looked up at the clouds, closing my eyes and letting the water drop on my face.
“Don’t you want to go inside?”
I ran my fingers through my hair, squeezing out a bit of the water. “I like the feeling.”
“That’s fine too.” You waltzed over to be close to me. “Mind if I join?”
“I believe you already have. Haven’t you?”
You smiled at me and decided to stand next to me, also facing your house. I let the rain consume me. The droplets merged together, turning into little rivers leaving behind trails as they dripped off my skin. It was a new level of hightened scenses.
“What do you usually do in the rain?” You asked.
“Appreciate it.” I reopened my eyes and looked at you. You were just standing there uncomfortably as the water slowly soaked through the fabric of your hoodie.
“You might have to teach me how to,” you mumbled as you turned around to face me.
“Take off your hoodie,” I whispered and reached out to grab the hem. I helped you pull it over your head and held onto it for you. That way you didn’t have to worry about it.
“Now what?” You stood there, your arms stiff at your side.
“Close your eyes. Feel the rain.”
“Feel the rain…” You breathed out and closed your eyes after I could see you say ‘fuck it’ in your mind. “It’s wet?”
“No, feel it.” I took a step closer and softy touched your arm, pattering my fingers against your skin. “Feel the drops plop.” I then trailed my fingers. “Feel the water trickling.”
I watched you discover it. Your eyes flickered a lot behind your closed eyelids at first. Slowly, you let yourself relax, you let yourself feel. Right in front of my eyes, you were changing. Or it looked that way from my perspective. I didn’t actually know what was going on inside your mind.
“You might actually be getting at something here.” You grinned and opened up your eyes, looking down at me. “So do just always just stand here and feel?”
I raised my shoulders and dropped them back down. “Sometimes I like to take walks, sometimes I dance.”
“Dance, you say?” You smirked and wrapped your arms around my waist. “Ever slow danced in the rain before?”
I looked up into your eyes and shook my head. We were both completely soaked by now. I wrapped your moderately dry hoodie around my hips and circled my arms around your neck. We swayed back and forth, the rhythm of the rain as our soundtrack.
Slowly you leaned forward and softly kissed me. It wasn’t our first, it wasn’t our second, but it was one I was always going to remember. The way our skin moulded together due to the thin layer of water.
You always did like kissing me at the most perfect of moments. You enjoyed watching my heart flutter. It vibrated long enough, the frequency rising every day we spent together… just for you to flip the off switch. My feelings were too strong and you led me on.
