Chapter 35 Pluviophile

Pluviophile - (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. As if my emotions and feelings weren't already a spiralling mess, we had to get caught in the rain which was as cliche as it sounds. Wes and I decided to go bowling and grab a quick fast food dinner instead of staying hauled up in my room doing stupid shit all day. We had eaten food and were headed out only to see that it was pouring rain. Raining cats and dogs. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I stepped back and tried to stay underneath the overhanging rake of the roof. "I don't even have a coat, I'm going to get drenched." Wes looked down at me, grinning brightly like a child waking up to presents on Christmas morning. I narrowed my eyes at him in a skeptic manner when I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's going on in that big head of yours, pretty boy?" Wes only smirked before he stepped out