Page 64 of The List of Things

“Thank you so much,” I tell him, and I look at Bellamy who has a smirk on his lips.

The waiter walks away, and my jaw drops.

“Told you,” He brings the drink to his lips, basking in his master plan, and I drink my drink as well while also looking at my hand.

The ring is incredibly beautiful, but I can’t shake the questions. Did he have this planned? Did he know he’d do this, or was he just going to give me the ring? Is it even meant for me? I have no idea…

Bellamy only has one, and I only have a few drinks, but plenty of water. The mixture of great singers, and tone deaf people who are trying their best is unique, but incredibly fun for us to watch. Part of me has a hard time focusing on the singing from the way he runs his fingers over my hand, my fingers, and my arms.

Bellamy seems to always be touching me, reminding me he’s here, right next to me. It’s incredibly comforting. I look over at his smiling face, feeling warmth crawl up my throat as he smiles in my direction. He’s cute. There’s just no other way to put it... But there's a duality, because the minute he’s on the field, or removing his shirt, cute is the last word I would use.

“Are you ready to head out?” He leans over the table to ask me, and I look out of the tinted windows of the bar.

It’s later now, and in perfect Washington fashion, I can hear a soft patter of rain on the tin ceiling of the karaoke bar. It doesn’t sound harsh, but just enough to make our clothes damp, and our hair frizzy. I turn back, and nod. He takes my hand and we stand. Bellamy opens his wallet and leaves cash on the table which is very common from what I’ve noticed. Another thing I’ve noticed is just how much I loved being here with him. This night has been something different…

“It’s raining,” I exclaim even though we can both see the droplets hitting the windows.

He holds my hand now, walking me to the front of the bar.

“I guess I should have parked closer... I can pull around... Unless you don’t mind the rain.”

I smirk at him, raising my eyebrows. It seems he might have forgotten about the list altogether because that was a very big task on it. Though in so many ways, I’m not looking forward to it. To be rained on, to get soaked just for a kiss that could happen indoors... But I made the list, didn’t I?

“I don’t mind the rain,” I lie to him, and he opens the door for me, revealing the rain drenched sidewalk outside of the crowded bar.

I’ve hated rain since before I could even remember. It used to upset me as a kid. The only good thing about rain is the romance, and I had never experienced that so it made me hate it even more. I’m not sure what it says about me that I hate the rain and live in one of the rainiest places, but I do. The street is empty of people but scattered with cars rushing past, eager to be somewhere else. Bellamy holds my hand, both of us still covered for the time being.

“Ready?” He asks, and I nod.

“Ready!” He pulls me, trying to move quickly, but I slip my hand from his.

He turns back from me as I stand on the sidewalk, if I’m going to be rained on, I’m going to do it right. I spin around, and I look at him again. For once, trying my best to not mind the rain, putting up with it. Liking the feeling of being stared at by him. I lift my hands up to the sky, and look up too, feeling the cold rain stick to my skin.

“Are you crazy?” He asks over the rain, raising his voice as it starts to rain harder.

“A little!”

He runs back to me and takes my arm. He hoists me up and onto his back, and runs, both of us fully drenched now from the rain. He moves quickly down the sidewalk toward the beat up Jeep, and I laugh at the feeling of chaos but also comfort meshing in my chest. Bellamy slows down, and I jump from his body. He turns around, and reaches down, his hand connecting to my lower back to pull me into his gravity. Our chests crush together, and then he looks at me, taking me by surprise. When I expected his lips, I received his eyes, and my breath caught in my chest.

It feels better than I thought to be in the rain like this. To be feeling so many things in my chest, and my mind, and all over my body too. It feels like a movie. Like a cute scene I wrote about on a list I never wanted to complete. Thank god I am.

Bellamy has wet messy hair hanging over his forehead as he stares down at me, rain falling over him. His shirt clings to his body just like I do. Just like my dress to my body. My shoes are now filled with water, and puddles are forming around us. I might be imagining the feeling of his heart beating, but I swear I can feel it. Like it might come right out of his chest... It could be mine, but my head is far too cloudy to make sense of the harsh thrumming.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

Bellamy has kissed me plenty before this moment, but he’s never told me outright like this. It’s different. It feels like he needs to make it apparent, like he needs me to know that he wants me, and my touch, and my kiss. That he needs to feel my lips on his. I have no idea what my face reads, but I do know I’ve never felt the rush of warmth through my body that I do right now. Like a wave of fire running through my chest and my stomach. Like a rollercoaster, but... More.

“I really want you to kiss me right now, Bell,” I feel like my voice is hardly audible over the sound of rain around us.

He kisses me anyway. Part of me knows he would have either way, part of me knows he wanted to kiss me just that much, and part of me feels a need for this feeling. He kisses me, our lips slick with rain water but still clinging to each other like nothing else in the world is as important as this kiss.

Part of me wonders if that’s true. That nothing could be as important... But I can’t comprehend that, I can’t think of this being something that is important to me... But it feels that way... It does, despite how short it feels. Despite that him pulling away is already leaving a heavy feeling in my chest. I want to tell him that. But I don’t know how. I can’t... So I let him open the door for me and I get in.

I realize then just how much I love the rain now.

He runs around the front of his car, and jumps in, both of us looking down at the wet clothes on our body. Our clothes cling to our bodies for dear life. I look at him, and he looks at me, and the tension shatters the minute the two of us start to laugh. Silence washes over us like the storm above us, and I feel the same heaviness return in my chest the minute the car pulls away and he starts driving home. I don’t want to go, but I can’t tell him I want to stay.

I pull my phone out and immediately text Sienna. I send an SOS and tell her to meet me at my apartment in thirty. I tuck my phone away, and fold my shaking hands in my lap, hoping more than anything he doesn’t notice. I don’t want to ruin this moment, or any of them… Honestly, I have no idea what’s even gotten into me. I’m sure Sienna will talk some sense into me but for now…

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