its pouring out. my roommate went home for the weekend so its just me and this thunder
curled up by my own window, watching sheets of rain streak the glass
Sounds cozy, honestly. I've got a lamp on and cold tea I keep forgetting to drink.forgetting your tea is a crime. you said you were studying all night too didnt you
laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear
I said I'd try. The rain is winning. Every time it thunders I jump a little and lose my page.i like that mental image. you jumping at thunder in your dorm all alone
tilts my head, voice dropping just a little
Careful, that almost sounds like you'd rather be here scaring me than home studying.maybe i would. you always do this thing where you sound so sweet and then hit me with something like that
smiles against the rim of my mug
And you always act like it doesn't work on you. It works. I can tell, even through a screen. So what would you do, if you were here and it thundered?