Caught In The Rain *unedited*

VII

How dreadful is the name. That lonely name. The fear of waking alone. The fear of losing all you've every known. That feeling you get when not near someone you love. Is the feeling I get when I'm with out you my love.

I was sing at the top of my lungs. I felt like I was on top of the clouds. I had this feeling that I couldn't put my finger on, but it was a good feeling. A great feeling.

I walked to my room plopping down on the bed. I grabbed my ukulele and u journal. My journal was filled with songs I had wrote, stories, random things that popped in my head. It was like I through my thoughts on a piece of paper.

I began to sing the song from earlier again. I had wrote it after I got home from my date. It was really awful but couldn't put my feelings down on the paper quit right. It's like my feelings can not simply be held on a single sheet of paper.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

My phone began to buzz. I quickly put down my ukulele and picked up my phone.

Unknown Caller

I shrugged and answered it.

"Hello my dear!"

"Aron?"

"The one and only."

"How did you get my number?"

"Would you like to go on a second date with me?"

"Aron! How did you get my number?"

"Irrelevant. Second date? Pleeeeeeease?"

"Sure, when?"

"I will be over to pick you up at 8!"

"Today?"

"Yup!"

"Great. I just love last minute things."

"I can tell by the sarcasm in your voice."

"Anytime hon."

"You are a stranger girl Charlotte."

"Goodbye Aron."

"Goodbye beautiful."

And then he hung up. I closed the phone and flopped back on my bed. Sprawled out. An evident smile forever growing on my face.

^^^^^^^^^

I was ready to go an hour early. I had once again curled my hair. Wearing dark jeans and a grey tee, with a red flannel for a jacket.

I walked over to the couch and sat down, flipping through the channels. I stopped on Supernatural and kicked my feet up. I looked a my phone.

7:45

I became to antsy to sit and watch tv so I got up and went to play my ukulele. One again i looked at my phone.

7:56

I put my ukulele away and sat on the stairs by the door. The house was silent and empty. The same eerie feeling it always had. It made me sad to think about me being all alone in this big house.

8:06

I waited.

8:20

I waited.

8:37

As soon as I was about head up to my room the door bell rang. I opened it. I was a little bitter sweet about who was outside. After all, he was 40 minutes late.

He quickly hugged me, taking me off guard.

"I am so sorry. My truck wouldn't start and I got stuck in traffic. I am so sorry I'm late.", he rushed out. He was still hugging me. And to be honest, I was sad when he stopped.