how often does one get to run through something as wonderful as a rainstorm? By the looks of Josh, he has avoided adventures like this because he takes it for granted. As the sun will always shine for him, the rain will always fall, and he will never notice because it’s constant.
To most of you the rain is an obstacle, a nuisance… but imagine never knowing what it feels like on your skin because… well… you were forbidden to do such childish acts. Now tell me you wouldn’t run off with wild abandonment into the storm.
“I’m already walking into my first class late. I shouldn’t wait any longer,” I shrug. Slipping off my sneakers, I roll up my pants and stuff my socks, shoes and books into my bag.
“Wait, what are you doing?” he asks, watching me closely.
“Running to class.” I look at him, his face filled with wonder at why I’m barefoot. “I don’t want to get my shoes wet because then I’ll have to spend the rest of the day with wet shoes,” I explain, looking at him like it should be obvious.
“You should live a little,” I tease. With a quick push, I open the door and leap out as fast as I can, slamming the door behind me so I don’t soak the inside of his car. As I race through the puddles in the parking lot, a new sense of self sweeps over me.
My first class is at the bottom of a hill so I run down the grass side instead of the road. It feels lush and wet and cold under my feet from the rain. If I wasn’t so late, I would stop and stand here for a minute. Shoes are so constricting; I want to feel, I want to know what everything feels like, what life feels like. The rain hits against my skin, tickling in a way I’ve never experienced. I throw my arms out, laughing with my head tossed back like a child.
When I finally make it inside the building, I scurry into a bathroom to grab some paper towels and dry my feet off before putting my socks and shoes back on. By the time I make it to class I’m twenty minutes late. The teacher gives me a pass since I’m obviously out of breath and soaking wet from my travels getting here. He hands me a syllabus and forty short minutes later we are finished and I am off to my next class.
“All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that.”
~ Baltasar Gracian
A few hours later I’m finished with my classes for the day just in time to grab something quick to eat from the small café on campus.
With my tray in one hand, I toss my bag onto an empty seat at an empty table and spot the local classified section that was left here. I lean over the table, swiping the paper then rummage through my purse for my glasses. I manage to find them pretty quickly given the fact that I tossed them in haphazardly on my way out the door, and my purse has so much in it today. I sprawl out and put my shoes on the chair opposite me to scan the jobs.
“Now, I thought you would be eating in the main hall since you’re supposed to be living in the dorms,” Josh says, his accent gone, and his normal (well, normal to them) voice back in its place.
I look up at him as he places his hand on the chair my feet are resting on like he is waiting to sit.
“Thanks for reminding me. I have to give them my new address. That will save me a lot in tuition.” I smile and glance back to the paper clutched in my hand. I can feel him still looking at me and with a groan I move my feet for him to sit.
“I think you need new glasses. They don’t stay up very well.” With the tip of his finger he pushes them back up my nose after he sits down. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw them on you yesterday.” He winks.
Shifting my eyes from the paper to him I pull them back down to where I know they are going to fall any second.
“I can see out of them so they serve their purpose. Is there something you want?” I raise a questioning brow at him.
“Well, if you are offering…” Flashing this incredibly sexy smirk, he begins to
To most of you the rain is an obstacle, a nuisance… but imagine never knowing what it feels like on your skin because… well… you were forbidden to do such childish acts. Now tell me you wouldn’t run off with wild abandonment into the storm.
“I’m already walking into my first class late. I shouldn’t wait any longer,” I shrug. Slipping off my sneakers, I roll up my pants and stuff my socks, shoes and books into my bag.
“Wait, what are you doing?” he asks, watching me closely.
“Running to class.” I look at him, his face filled with wonder at why I’m barefoot. “I don’t want to get my shoes wet because then I’ll have to spend the rest of the day with wet shoes,” I explain, looking at him like it should be obvious.
“You should live a little,” I tease. With a quick push, I open the door and leap out as fast as I can, slamming the door behind me so I don’t soak the inside of his car. As I race through the puddles in the parking lot, a new sense of self sweeps over me.
My first class is at the bottom of a hill so I run down the grass side instead of the road. It feels lush and wet and cold under my feet from the rain. If I wasn’t so late, I would stop and stand here for a minute. Shoes are so constricting; I want to feel, I want to know what everything feels like, what life feels like. The rain hits against my skin, tickling in a way I’ve never experienced. I throw my arms out, laughing with my head tossed back like a child.
When I finally make it inside the building, I scurry into a bathroom to grab some paper towels and dry my feet off before putting my socks and shoes back on. By the time I make it to class I’m twenty minutes late. The teacher gives me a pass since I’m obviously out of breath and soaking wet from my travels getting here. He hands me a syllabus and forty short minutes later we are finished and I am off to my next class.
“All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that.”
~ Baltasar Gracian
A few hours later I’m finished with my classes for the day just in time to grab something quick to eat from the small café on campus.
With my tray in one hand, I toss my bag onto an empty seat at an empty table and spot the local classified section that was left here. I lean over the table, swiping the paper then rummage through my purse for my glasses. I manage to find them pretty quickly given the fact that I tossed them in haphazardly on my way out the door, and my purse has so much in it today. I sprawl out and put my shoes on the chair opposite me to scan the jobs.
“Now, I thought you would be eating in the main hall since you’re supposed to be living in the dorms,” Josh says, his accent gone, and his normal (well, normal to them) voice back in its place.
I look up at him as he places his hand on the chair my feet are resting on like he is waiting to sit.
“Thanks for reminding me. I have to give them my new address. That will save me a lot in tuition.” I smile and glance back to the paper clutched in my hand. I can feel him still looking at me and with a groan I move my feet for him to sit.
“I think you need new glasses. They don’t stay up very well.” With the tip of his finger he pushes them back up my nose after he sits down. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw them on you yesterday.” He winks.
Shifting my eyes from the paper to him I pull them back down to where I know they are going to fall any second.
“I can see out of them so they serve their purpose. Is there something you want?” I raise a questioning brow at him.
“Well, if you are offering…” Flashing this incredibly sexy smirk, he begins to
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