I just stood there in his doorway, staring at Raine. I was frozen like a deer
in headlights. He chuckled,” you guys are caroling?” he laughed putting his hands
in the pockets of his gray jeans,” I didn’t know people still did,”
I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came from my throat it gave
me the feeling of have peanut butter jammed in my esophagus, so Dusti quickly
answered before me,” they usually don’t, this is just something special we do
every year,” she paused for a second turning something over in her head, then said
shyly,” You could come with us if you want…”
Ashley was staring at Raine too but not in the same way Dusti and I were,
she was looking at him, almost…fearfully? I couldn’t understand why, he wasn’t
exactly scary looking. She hesitantly started to say,” Um that might not be the
But before she could finish her sentence, Raine interrupted,” Yeah why
not?” he said, but he wasn’t looking at Dusti, he was staring at me, as intensely as
I had been at him. I suddenly I could no longer look up at him, it felt as though his
startlingly blue eyes were able to see right into my thoughts, picking through my
mind’s eye. Even staring down at my own feet I could feel his gaze upon me.
I saw Ashley shuffling nervously next me.
“Well why not get going?” Raine asked cheerfully. We walked, slower than
a normal stride to the next house,” So what’s your name? he asked, finally
speaking to me.
“Oh, um,” I started stumbling over my words, like I always did when
nervous,” I, er, I’m Riley and ehm, this is Dusti,” she smiled brightly,” er, and this
is Ashley,” Ashley gave a small nod of acknowledgement but continued to stare at
her feet. Rain smiled sides at me.
“Pretty name, I’m Raine.” He smiled at me, a half smile, it looked like a
guilty child’s smile, sweet, but rather ominous. I liked it.
“That’s erm, a really cool name,
“I’m a really cool guy,” He laughed awkwardly.
Eventually, after all the nervousness subsided, we all started having a
blast, except for Ashley who continued at her feet almost disapprovingly. Raine
was hilarious, and completely wild. Every now and then we’d all stop in the
middle of the street and start singing a random, old, punk rock song (Ashley
standing on the side walk laughing seemingly try not to let herself enjoy it too
much but occasionally slipping up by singing along.) After about the third chorus
of Anarchy in the UK, we all sat together on the sidewalk curb.
I smiled blissfully. This was the happiest I’d been in weeks. I hadn’t
even tried to enjoy myself before now with my friends, but Raine made it so easy.
“So,” he said in a (mostly) jokingly seductive tone,” are all of you girls