"Spanish"

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Written: 4/26/2010
Characters: James and Kristie
Setting: All over
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I shuffled through the papers again. "I don't get it."
"Get what?" James asked flatly. We sat next to eachother on the edge of his bed in his room. School was wrapping up for the year, and supposedly he had needed Spanish help.
"Your homework looks fine; you're getting a better grade than I am in Spanish." I said, putting the papers aside. "I'm starting to think this was a setup to get me back in your bedroom, wasn't it?" I gave him a teasing look.
"Maybe." he smiled. "I just need help with a few words. I don't know what they mean." he said, handing me a folded piece of notebook paper. I quickly unfolded it and tried not to blush at the words.
"Well." I began, looking intently at the page. "'Hermoso' means 'beautiful'." I stuttered. "And 'te amo' means" I paused "'I love you'." I looked up at him. "And the last word is 'besame'."
"Okay." he said, taking the cue. As soon as his lips had met mine, the bedroom door was opened by his mother. I instinctively turned away and wiped at my mouth with my hoodie sleeve. I was pretty sure my attempts at not blushing had failed.
"I was going to ask how the studying was going.." his mom began.
"It's going fine." James answered happily. "We were actually just going to go to the park, weren't we, Kristie?" He asked, grabbing my hand.
"Um, yeah, we were." I nodded, looking out at the gloomy cold. We most certainly were not. Not in that weather.
"Alright." his mom replied as James pulled me through the doorway. "I hear it's going to rain though, so keep an eye on the weather." As we walked outside, the cold air gave me a little shiver. I wrapped my arms around myself and walked along beside James.
"So why are we going to the park?" I asked curiously.
"Because it's about to rain." he said looking up at the looming clouds overhead.
"Wouldn't that mean we shouldn't be outside?" I already felt a drop hit my nose.
"No. There are alot of fun things you can do in the rain." James held out his hand, and I took it. We walked in silence to the park, the raindrops coming a little more frequently as we went. I had to admit, it felt considerably warmer just to have his hand in mine. I smiled as I thought about it. About him. We'd been dating for a while now, at least a few months. I still couldn't figure out why he wanted me, but I was more than happy he did.
By the time we reached the little swingset, the rain was a steady drizzle. We stopped under an oak tree that grew along the edge of the playground and leaned against it. I actually loved the rain, when it wasn't falling on me, that is. It fell faster now, almost steadily. I watched as it splashed in a few already-forming puddles. "So, what is it you can do in the rain?" I asked, biting my lip in a smile.
"It depends." James replied quietly, watching the same puddle I was. "Have you ever tried dancing in it?" he asked looking over at me. I shook my head. "Then I think you should." He grabbed both my hands and pulled me out from under the shelter of the tree despite my protests. A gentle roll of thunder echoed above as he twirled me around. I couldn't help but laugh. It was more fun than I had thought. Eventually he dropped my hands and took a step closer to me. "So you never told me what that last word meant." He said as he placed a hand along one side of my face. I smiled as the raindrops continued to fall all around us.
"'Kiss me.'" I whispered as I put my arms around him and stood on my tiptoes. It wasn't like we hadn't kissed before, on the contrary, we did it quite often, but every time I felt warm butterlies as if it were some new adventure. I knew it was a feeling I'd never actually get used to. It would always be that same thrill. I pulled away and smiled at him. "I love you" I said as I leaned my head against his chest. We were both soaked. It didn't matter if I hugged him now.
"I love you too." he replied as he put his arms around me.

I was surprised we hadn't gotten in trouble for getting back to his house completely drenched. I had expected to be scolded or at least receive a stern look, but his mom just glanced up at us and smiled to herself. She probably had expected it more than I had. Once we had dried off, James and I decided to give up our Spanish endeavours. Instead we curled up on the couch in the living room and watched a movie we'd both seen enough to know all the words. It didn't matter what we watched, or really what we did. It only mattered that we were together. And that's all that will ever matter to me.

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So. I haven't written in forever. Some of you might have noticed. It's because I gave up writing these. For personal reasons. However, I got asked to do this one on request from a friend of mine. I never write as well when forced, so it's not that great, but I got it done in about 20 minutes and figured I'd share it here.
As always, comments are loved.