Another Rainy Sunday

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Originally this was going to be a poem. I came up with the first line of the story when I was sitting in my car and the sky looked 'pregnant with rain'. However a whole story line started running through my head, so I created this. This short story is dedicated to my good friend, Miss Sophie Gordon. She really loves the rain, and has been known to come up with an excuse to run in it. Enjoy
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Submitted: November 17, 2016

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Submitted: November 17, 2016

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I look out my bedroom window and see that the sky is heavy with rain.
“Rats!” I think to myself. “Looks like I won’t be able to go play baseball with Tommy, Lee, George, Joe, and the others!  Mom will never allow me to go running out in the rain, only to come back all wet and tracking mud everywhere.”
I put my face into my arms, trying to think of what I could do.  I could do my homework, and get it done with- “Nah, it can wait!” I decide. “I don’t want to try figuring out what ‘x’ is right now!” 
“I could sew the badges onto my Boy Scout uniform,” I think, lifting my head. “Oh yeah, Mom already got those!” 
The thought of my girlfriend comes into my mind.  I’m bored, so I’ll talk about her.  Her name is Lily and she is a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.She is really nice, and very friendly.  I wonder what she is doing right now…
“Will!” Mom’s voice from downstairs interrupts my thoughts. “Hey Will!” She calls again, not having given me a chance to answer her first call.
“Yes, Mom!” I call.
“Your friend Joe is on the phone!”
“Okay, I’m coming!” I call.  I get up, and walk downstairs to the kitchen, taking the phone from my mother.  “Hello?” I say.
“Hey Will!” Joe’s excited voice comes over the phone.
“Hey, Joe!” I say in the same tone. “What’s up?”
“I was just wondering if you were bored.  If so, I was wondering if you would like to gather some friends up, and play a game of baseball.”
“Well, Joe, I would love to but…” I really want to say that I would love to, and that we could meet in the field across the street in fifteen minutes, but I know my mom has seen the dark rain clouds by now, and has checked the weather.  I know what she is probably thinking. I say, “I’m afraid I can’t, because it sure looks like it’s gonna rain.”
When I say that, my mom looks up and gives me a look that could be translated as, “That’s right kiddo.  You’re not going to get soaking wet.”
“So,” Joe says, not caring about the rain, “we can still play in the rain! Who cares, you’ll just get a little wet!” 
That did sound like a valid argument, but my mom did say “No.”
“Yeah, my mom just said no,” I tell Joe matter- of- factly. “I tell you what,” I say as an idea forms in my head. “You could come over in a little bit and we can play “Call of Duty”, or “Madden”, or something on my X-Box.”
My mom interrupts, “Don’t you have homework to do?” I hear on the other end of the line
“That sounds like a good idea!”  I put my hand over the receiver and tell my mom that I don’t have much homework and it can wait a little bit.
My mom doesn’t like this idea, and says, “No, you need to finish it before Joe comes.”
I am about to protest, but decide not to, and tell Joe the news.
“Well, my mom says that I have to finish my homework before you can come over.  But, I don’t have much, so it shouldn’t take too long,” I reassure him.
So we agree that I will call him once I am done and we hang up.  I hurry back up to my room and pull my homework out and start working.
After about forty- five minutes, I finish all of my work. I race downstairs, and tell my mom that I am done, and that l’ll call Joe back. 
“Okay,” she says, looking up from her cooking, “as long as you are completely done.”  I reassure her that I am, and take her silence as a “Yes!”
 I pick up the phone and call Joe.  After two rings, Joe’s mom picks up the phone. “Hello,” she says, in her Boston accent.
“Hello Mrs. O’Malley,” I say. “This is Joe’s friend, Will.”
“Oh yes, why hello Will!” she says, somewhat excitedly. “How are you today?”
“Quite fine,” I say. “Thank you for asking.  May I speak to Joe, please?”
“Sure thing,” she says. “I will go get him.  Just a minute.”
She puts the phone down on their end and there is silence, except for the sound of their barking dog.  In the background I hear Mrs. O’Malley calling for her son.
“It’s your friend, Will!” I hear her calling.  A minute later, Joe picks up the phone and I hear heavy breathing.  “Hey there, Will,” he gasps. 
“Have you been running around in the rain?” I ask him.
“No, I just had to run through the rain from the shop,” Joe says, catching his breath. “I was working on turning a pen on my wood lathe!” 
“Cool,” I say. “Sounds better than what I was working on- math homework!  Anyway, are you ready to come over?” 
“Yeah, I am; I’ll see if my mom can drive me over there.”  There is silence while Joe is asking his mom.  “She said yes!” he says excitedly a minute later. “Do you want me to bring anything?  X-box controllers? Games?” 
“What games do you have?” I ask. “I should have enough controllers.”
“Ah, trying to think.” Joe pauses, probably biting his lip. “I have the usual: “Call of Duty”, “Madden”, “Halo”, “Guitar Hero”, “Zelda”, “Little Big Planet”.  I have a whole assortment of games!”
“Bring over “Little Big Planet,” I say. “I have the rest.” 
“Okiedokie,” Joe says. “Is there anything else you want me to bring?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in a little bit,” Joe says.
“Okay, see you then,” I say as I hang up the phone.  I walk down into the basement to get ready.
About fifteen minutes later, I hear the sound of the doorbell ringing.  “I’ve got it!”  I hear my fifteen- year- old sister Sara say.
“Oh dang!” I think to myself,”Joe is gonna blush like a fire truck when Sara opens the door!”  My best friend Joe has had the biggest crush on my sister since, oh jeez, probably since he first saw her at the Friday evening church dinner several years back.  When he first saw her, he asked me: “Hey Will, is that your sister?!”
When I said, “Yes, as a matter of fact she is,” he said: “Dang, you should sometime introduce me to her, cuz she is drop-dead cute!” 
Now, after years of knowing Joe, I have come to realize that he has a thing for girls with brown hair and green eyes, the characteristics of my sister.  That explains why he seemed to be falling in love with her before he had even said “Hello!”
I try telling him that best friends don’t date each other’s sisters, but he doesn’t listen to me, and has jumped on the love train.  I don’t have the heart to tell him that Sara already has a boyfriend.
I run up the steps as soon as Sara says this.  Just as I figured, Joe, who is a little wet from the rain, blushes like a tomato as soon as Sara opens the door.
“Hello, Joe,” Sara says with a smile. “Come on in!”  Joe walks in, and Sara closes the door.  Not noticing me, Joe says, “Sure is raining out there!”
I interrupt before my sister can say anything.  “Sure is.  But at least you’re inside now!” 
“Hey, Will,” Joe says, noticing me now, and looking away from Sara.  She goes into the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone.
“Why did you have to do that to me?!”  Joe asks as we walk down the steps into the basement.
“Do what?” I ask, somewhat confused, though I have a hunch what he is talking about.
“You know, let your sister answer the door. You know I like her!” 
“The more the reason for her to!”  I turn the lights on. “I was down here, getting ready.”
“Then you came up, and interrupted her and I!”  Joe says, sitting down on the couch as I turn the TV on. “We had something about to take off the launch pad till mission control, Will, shut off the booster engines!”
“Well, for starters, Joe,” I start to say, turning away from the TV as the X-box begins warming up, “Sara is my sister, and like I have said before, best friends don’t date each other’s sisters.  Also,” I continue on, “I hate to break it to you, but you know Sara already has a boyfriend, right?” 
“She does?!” Joe asks. “Who?!”
“Peter Nelson,” I say.  I tell ya, Peter was well known in our school.  He was the captain of the varsity football and soccer teams and in the same grade as both Joe and I (eleventh), while Sara was in tenth.  They had been dating now for six months.
“Is that who she is dating?!” Joe exclaimed. “Well shit, I have no chance against him!”
I actually felt a bit sorry for my friend now, and part of me regretted telling him this.  Peter was the kind of kid most girls in my school fell for at one point or another in their lives.  He was somewhat tall- five-foot seven, and had the muscles and body of a weight lifter.  He was also really nice, but somewhat shy.  I could see why Joe would be concerned about him dating my sister. 
“How long have they been dating?” Joe asks in a curious tone.
“Since homecoming,” I reply.
“Oh,” Joe says, looking a bit let down.  At this we stop talking about Sara, and concentrate on the game; we decide to play Little Big Planet.
Not long after we start playing the X-box, the thunder and lightning begin.  It was really getting intense, causing a few bumps in our power.  Then, one big lightning strike knocks out our power for good. 
“Damn it!” I say as the TV and lights shut off. In a rage I throw my controller at the floor.
“Well, this sucks!” I hear Joe say in the dark.  “What do we do now?” he asks.  I can hear my mother yelling to my sister and brothers upstairs. 
“Looks like you might be here for a while!” I say, semi- enthusiastically. “Lord knows your mom sure ain’t gonna come pick you up when it’s like this!” 
“No she won’t,” Joe admits.  Just then my mom yells down to us from upstairs. “Are you guys alright down there?” she calls.
“Yes we are!” I yell back up to her. “We will be up there in a second!”  I get up and fumble around, running into both the couch and foot rest in the dark.  “Follow me, Joe,” I say once I find my way.
“I’ll try,” Joe says as he runs into something and makes a loud grunt. “It’s kinda hard to do in the dark!”  We slowly make our way upstairs, bumping into several things on the way up.  We find everyone else in the kitchen, where they are gathered around the table.  There is some light coming in through the sliding glass door; the rest is coming from a flashlight my mom is holding.  We join my younger brothers, Billy and Zach, along with Sara and my mom.  My dad is out grocery shopping, and is yet to return.
“Well, what do you guys think?” Mom asks. I shrug my shoulders.  “Do you want to stay here for a while longer, Joe?” she asks, looking at my friend.
“Huh?” Joe looks up as he blushes like he is being put in the spotlight.  Sara giggles.
“I guess you want to stay here a while longer,” my mother states, like stating it in a question would obviously bring a, “Yes!”
“Well,” Joe slowly gets out, “I guess so, since my mom probably wouldn’t be able to come pick me up right now.”
“Okay, that’s settled then!” Mom says, smiling. “What do you guys want to do?  We could play a board game or something.”
“We could play Monopoly!” Sara says enthusiastically.
“That sounds like a good idea!” Billy exclaims.
“What do you two think?” My mom asks, looking at Joe and I.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” both of us say.
“Alright, looks like we’re gonna play Monopoly then!” Mom says. “Want to get it, Zach?”
“Sure!” Zach says, jumping up from his seat.
“Here is the flash light to help you find it!” Mom says, handing the flashlight to my brother as he takes it, and walks into the family room.  About a minute later he comes walking back into the dining room, Monopoly box in hand, and sets it on the table.
“I want the car!” Billy exclaims as the box is opened.
“I’ll take the iron,” Sara says.
“I guess I’ll be the shoe,” I say, picking my piece up, and placing it on the ‘start’ box. 
With that, we start an intense game of Monopoly.  About half an hour into the game, the front door opens, and my dad walks in, slamming it closed.  “I’m home!” he yells.  He walks into the kitchen, dripping wet, with two grocery bags hugged tightly in his arms as he announces, “Damn, that was one hell of a thunder storm!” 
“Peter!” My mother exclaims, getting up from the table. “Don’t use those words in front of your kids!”  When she said this, she really meant Billy and Zach who are ten and twelve, and Sara who is fifteen.  She didn’t want them cussing like a sailor before they got out of the house, if then.  All Billy and Zach can get by with is the word “sucks”.  We knew Sara could cuss up a storm, though not in front of Mom and Dad of course.
“What, damn and hell?!” Billy asks.
“Yep, those are the ones!” my dad says, looking at Billy in disappointment that he had really repeated them. “So don’t use ‘em, okay!”
“On a different note,” my dad continued, hoping to end the preaching that my mom was sure to give, “The grocery store had a buy one, get one free cake mix special.  So I got two- one for Sara’s birthday next week, and one for Will’s birthday next month.”  Joe blushes again- dang, he gets excited easily!  “Guess I will have to make a birthday list if I want to get anything for my birthday,” I think to myself.
“Good, did you get the milk?” Mom asks, apparently forgetting about the preaching. 
“Sure did-two gallons!” my dad says as he puts the two bags on the counter, takes the milk out, and puts it in the refrigerator.  “Boy, is milk getting expensive!”
“How much is it now?” Mom asks.
“$4.50 a gallon,” Dad responds, closing the refrigerator door.

 About an hour later, we decide to stop the game, and Joe calls his mom to have her pick him up.  About fifteen minutes later, his mom is here.
“Well,” Joe says as I see him out the front door, “thanks for having me over!” 
“Sure thing, Joe!” I say smiling. “Anytime!  See you at school tomorrow!”
“Yep, see you!” Joe says, turning to go.  The sky has now cleared up, and the sun is peeping out as Joe and his mom drive down our driveway.  I wave as they drive off, then close the door.
That evening I lie awake in bed, thinking over the day.  I still feel a bit sorry for Joe’s situation with Sara.  It is clear that he loves her.  He even blushed just saying ‘good-bye’ to her this afternoon.  My mind drifts back to Lily- I can’t wait to see her tomorrow.  Soon my eyes close and I fall asleep; it has been another long, rainy Sunday.


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