Ryan and I sat in the living room, talking about the little things we had left in life. I looked at the tuft of blonde left by the purple and blue in his hair. It suited him, better than the ombré, in my opinion.
I heard small taps on my roof. The taps grew in quantity, and became louder by the minute. I opened the door slowly and walked outside onto the porch. Ryan watched as I did so. I saw my cat, laying on the wooden floor of the porch, asleep, his back partially soaked. He loved water, though, so he wasn't worried.
Ryan walked beside me, and watched the rain along with me. He slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
The two of us stood there for what seemed like hours. I walked into the house and found two umbrellas. I opened them both. I handed one to Ryan. He smiled as I did so. Ryan's hand interlocked with mine. My face turned red, then I got used to it. Ryan noticed I was nervous and giggled.
We walked off of the porch into the mess of water droplets outside. "What a miracle." I spoke. Ryan laughed a bit. "I know right. This is the first time it's rained in how many months?" He said, smiling. "At least two. Three maybe." I replied. "It feels like it's a myth for rain to come." Ryan's voice lowered. "Well it is." I said. He laughed again. It was silent again as both of us smiled our way down the street.
Then I remembered, again. I was holding one of my best friend's hands. My best friend since high school. I smiled even wider at the thought. "Why are you all smiley?" He questioned.
I snapped back into reality and turned my attention back to him. "Nothing, really. Just appreciating how pretty the rain looks." I replied quickly, looking back at the rain. The wind kicked in, and some of my short black hair flew in my face. I dyed it with the guys, but I didn't get it an unnatural color like Mark or Ryan. Ryan's phone went off. "Heyo! I'm Tommy! And I'm 19! I like to lift weights and wear sunscreen!" I smiled that he still had the same ringtone as the rest of the guys. They had their parts of the song as their ringtones. I miss the bond the three shared with each other.
"Hey what's up." Ryan answered, letting go of my hand. "Oh that's cool." Ryan said with a smile. He and the caller talked for a short bit, then he hung up. He held onto my hand yet again. "Who was it?" I asked him. "Dad." He said as he started walking. I nodded. "He got a new dog." He said. "Aww. What's it's name?" I asked. He knew I would absolutely love to have a dog. "He doesn't have one for it yet." He said.
After even more walking, we ended up back to where we came from. We walked up the stairs and closed our umbrellas. My cat arched his back and yawned, making me smile.
"Hey Ryan?" He turned to me after closing his umbrella. "Thanks." I flashed a smile at him. He grinned. He handed me my umbrella. "I have to go, Hunt." He said. "Alright." I said. "Bye Ry. Don't get killed by the traffic." I joked. He elbowed my shoulder and waved goodbye. I waved back, watching as the cloud of fog overtook his figure. I froze, staring back at the street, thinking about him.
My cat rubbed up against me, interrupting the bandwagon of thought. I picked up my cat and walked back into the house, closing the door behind me.