As I watched the scheduled rain at my dark window, I thought of you. In the bitter silence in my room, I was thinking of you. You as in the person I called for ten minutes every night. You as in wandering in the middle of the night, wrapped in blankets. You as in wondering whether to embrace you or not. That's who I was thinking about.
They say you can't find your "true love" when your a teenager, but this isn't my "true love." This is real love. Something that isn't in fairy tails, something REAL.
I jumped off my bed, or at least attempted to, and opened my window with my head. Yes, I meant to do that. I stood up and took off my jacket to put one hand in the rain. Slipping my hand out the window, I watched a flock of blue and red lightning birds zooming across the sky.
That's what made me think of you. Remember why we put our one hands in the rain? Yes, the peeing contest, you and me. Now I do it every time it rains, just to remember the memories just as vividly as yesterday's memories. I remember the bird we named during the peeing contest. It was the brightest one in the flock, and unusually yellow. Do you remember what we called it? Oswald Fitzgerald was it's name.
So now, during my constant babbling, typing at my computer, I'm thinking about you, with my hand in the rain.
Some times I ask myself, if you remember my name, or phone number, or you just are using me. I know you have a girlfriend, and I know she's just for popularity points, so are you using me? You have only asked me for one or two favors that pulled this girl's puppet strings, but are you using me?
I know this kinda jumps from one thing to another, but I was just bored. I hope you like it, though! It's a new novel or at least short story I'm trying to write. I meant to make it romantic section, but my mouse REALLY doesn't like me...