The Truth About When It Rains

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 25 (v.1) - The last goodbye

Submitted: May 09, 2010

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Shit, Casey thought, standing before the schedule board. Even from above the crowded heads in front of her, she could read the status beside her flight: There was a big red “Delayed” stamped beside her flight number, as well as a small picture of a thundercloud.

Of course her flight was delayed. It was just her luck.

She slunk back to her black-backed seat and slumped, resting her head on the suitcase in front of her. In a weird way, she felt like she was back in August, stuck in a airport and just wanting to go home. Back when she was with Elliot. Back when everything was easier.

Casey had loved her first semester of college. She had eaten it all up—the classes were more interesting, so she did her work and her grades showed it. She had gone to museums, camping, and parties. But even though she loved college, she couldn’t always keep herself thousdans of miles away from her ex-boyfriend. Sometimes, she’d be in the middle of a gallery or a picnic table or a dance floor and she would wonder what Elliot was doing at that moment. Or she’d wonder if she was the same person she used to be.

Was she still even capable of love anymore? Casey asked herself, doing a few stretches as she settled down for a long airport wait. She had toyed with several boys’ emotions unconsciously her first quarter. Each had gone off to their own houses for Thanksgiving break (she had stayed behind at school) without so much as a kiss from her. Casey had started reading romance novels around that time, which made her realize her own unconscious cruelty. After that, she avoided guys altogether.

She still texted Elliot, but it wasn’t the same. You couldn’t say much in the 160 characters a text allowed. She hadn’t heard his voice in months, although she was kept informed about his goings-on from her mother over the telephone.

Only last week, her mother had bubbled, “Casey! Elliot’s thinking about taking a fascinating class next semester about human behavior. Why don’t you see if you can take it on your campus as well?”

Casey had told Beth goodbye shortly (but kindly) after that. Beth was too preoccupied with Savanna and Sam, anyways, to notice something strange going on between her two oldest children.

A few months ago, Casey had gotten an awesome job at a local coffee shop. She’d met a sweet guy, too, who worked the register the same days she did. But the moment he leaned down to kiss her amidst the towering stacks of Styrofoam cups and coffee grounds, she realized her mistake.

She couldn’t love him. She couldn’t love anyone. Her heart was somewhere thousands of miles away with a boy. Shit, she thought. She had always vowed never to be “one of those girls” who thought they had found the perfect guy at seventeen.

Elliot wasn’t perfect. But for her, he was pretty damn close.

Casey couldn’t even re-interest herself in her romance novel “Paging Dr. Right” after she had jumped on the Elliot train of thought. And when she finally boarded her plane two hours later, she was so exhausted from stressing that she promptly fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the pilot announced the descent.

Casey was stowing her book away and rubbing her eyes when it dawned on her: I am going to walk out into the airport, she thought, and standing there is going to be Elliot Sandler. Shit, shit, shit!

She was practically shaking as she disembarked from the plane, very self-conscious about her airplane-appearance. But she forgot all about her worries when she saw her mother standing with Sam and Savanna. All three were waving like crazy. Her love for her family came rushing back to the forefront of her mind.

“You’ve grown so much!” Casey cried, swinging Savanna up onto her hip and kissing Sam’s head. “Look at you!”

Savanna laughed shyly and Sam slipped his hand in hers.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” Beth said, pulling her daughter (and inadvertently two more children) into a warm hug. “The car’s this way.”

The four walked, talking, out to the car. As Casey threw her luggage in the back, she remembered why she had been so concerned about this in the first place. “Mom?” she asked. “Where’s Elliot?”

“His flight got delayed until tomorrow, sweetie,” Beth said, shutting the trunk. “The twins actually have a doctor’s appointment at ten o’clock when his flight comes in, so you’re going to have to pick him up. That okay?”

What was Casey going to say? That she had stupidly broken up with him and now they weren’t even friends? She nodded yes.

She told her mother all about college and what she wanted for Christmas on the ride home. Then after eating some soup, Casey crawled into her familiar bed and shut her eyes.

Luckily, she didn’t dream of anything that night. When her alarm sounded at nine the following morning, she scrambled out of bed and ran to the car in just her sweatpants and a T-shirt. Once she was standing in the middle of the busy terminal, she realized her mistake. It was freezing cold and people were giving her weird looks. Have some holiday spirit, Casey thought as one old man gawked at her elf-covered pajama pants.

Just when Casey was about to call her mom to check flight times again, there he was. He was walking off the airplane while waving goodbye to an old grandma who looked like she had just about fell in love with him. Casey’s heart sank. He could talk to the old lady, but for four months that they hadn’t exchanged a meaningful word.

And then, Elliot spotted her. He tried to keep his face a mask of casual, but that was hard. Shit, why was she wearing Christmas pajama pants and shirt? It was like his first mornings at the house last year all over again.

“Hey!” he called out, and before he could stop himself, he set his bags down in the middle of the airport and ran at her. He swooped her up into a hard hug. He pressed his face into her smooth hair and sighed deeply. She smelled infinitely better than the airplane.

“It’s been a long time,” Elliot said.

Casey stared at him incredulously. He was back. And he had hugged her like ... like he still liked her. Maybe even loved her.

“Hi,” she said, suddenly shy.

They talked for the whole way home—about college, about jobs, and about friends. Elliot told Casey that Java had driven down to visit Iris one weekend and they had ended up having sex. Casey giggled and told Elliot she already knew.

Casey was surprised to find out they didn’t need to stick to all old times, either. Halfway home, they ended up shouting at each other over the recent terrorist attacks. Realizing their own stupidity, the two started to laugh. Elliot slid his hand across the seat divider and took placed his own on top of hers.

“Well,” Casey said when they walked in the front door, “I kinda didn’t get enough sleep last night. So if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to take a nap.”

“You don’t need to ask me,” Elliot said, as indifferently as he could bear to speak, and took the stairs two at a time up to his room.

Casey brushed his comment off. She hadn’t expected him to welcome her back with open arms, after all. But her body wasn’t nearly as worried and she fell back asleep quickly.

Lazily, without even thinking about it, Casey had her T-shirt halfway over her head as she headed for the shower in the bathroom next door. She had collided into something solid and warm—blinkingly sleepily, she opened her eyes to find herself pressed up against Elliot’s bare chest.

“Whoa,” he said. “Easy there.”

“Not again,” Casey blushed, and yanked her T-shirt down. Thank God for bras, she thought. “Sorry! Clearly, I haven’t had a guy in my life for awhile. It’s just been me in an all-girls dorm for the past couple of weeks, and I’ve forgotten ... ”

Casey forced herself awake, and pushed the thoughts of her that encounter with Elliot out of her head. She was crazy. Genuinely, completely crazy. In her dream, the words had been changed and everything. She slid out of bed and looked at the clock—it was now almost four in the afternoon. She needed to get out of the house, quickly. She threw on her sports bra, shirt, and shorts and jogged down the stairs.

“I’m going for a run!” she yelled to her startled mother and ran out into the gray afternoon.

The minute her feet his the pavement, she felt better. Casey threw her muscles into long, powerful strides. She ran full out, then jogged again until she felt her lungs were going to burst.

She paused to bend over to catch her breath. She was breathing pretty hard.

The first rain drop hit her square on her ear. She reached up her hand and examined the rain drop. “Shit!” she said, but ten more raindrops had already peppered her shirt. Looking around wildly, she estimated her situation. She was about two miles from home, but it was already dumping. She could wait it out underneath a tree, or she could—

“Casey!” someone yelled.

Casey turned. It was Elliot. He threw the car into park and jumped out. Without looking either way, he ran across the street and stopped sharply right in front of her. “Your mom sent me to get you,” he said, a bit anticlimactically. “With the car,” he added unnecessarily.

Casey nodded. “I see the car,” she said.

Neither made a move toward the car.

“Casey,” Elliot choked. The rain, which had really begun in earnest to pour, had already soaked through his T-shirt. His hair clung to his forehead. One curl was plastered to his forehead. “Casey, I love you. And I miss you.”

Elliot didn’t wait for a response. He couldn’t. He had waited too long to do this, and if he gave her the opportunity to say ‘no,’ he didn’t know what he would do. So with an old familiarity, he picked her up so she was sitting around his waist and pressed his lips to hers.

And when he felt her lips move of their own regard to his with full passion, he knew her answer. “I was so, so stupid,” he whispered, kissing her nose, eyebrows, eyelashes, whatever part of Casey that was available ... “I was so stupid to let you go.”

“Why would I tell you to go?” Casey said, kissing his left eyebrow. She tightened her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his strong neck. “I was wrong, Elliot. I couldn’t even go out with any of the boys my friends set me up with. I was so, so wrong.”

“That doesn’t matter now,” Elliot said. He kissed her greedily, cupping her face with his hands and tracing the strong line of her jaw. “I don’t care about what happened. I care about you. I care about now.”

“Does this mean you went out with someone?” Casey asked, quietly. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to know the answer. But hell, she was dripping from head to toe and his arms were keeping her warm in the cold, cold rain.

“I never could either.” Elliot stole a kiss in-between each of his words. “Casey, will you take me back?”

“No,” Casey said. “Elliot, will you take me back?”

They were kissing again. Fantastically, wonderfully kissing. And it wasn’t the exploratory kissing they had done at the beginning, but the familiar-spark kissing that drives all real couples. Casey grinned and lay her head to rest on his shoulder, as she was still wrapped around his waist.

“It’s raining,” Casey said, incredulously, pulling apart for a second so she could look him in the eye.

“It is raining,” Elliot asked, stealing another long, slow kiss.

Casey gave herself a breath before she answered him. “Nothing ever good happens to me when it rains,” she said. This time, she arched up to kiss him.

“Really now?” Elliot asked, half-joking and half-serious. “Well. I guess we’re just going to have to fix that.”

And lacing his fingers under her neck, he dipped her into his arms in one smooth motion, and resumed kissing her.
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I’m both happy and sad to tell you all this is the last real chapter! Check out Chapter 100 for the brief epilogue and a sneak preview.

But there will be lots more for you to read in the future! Check out my erotica story “The Sunday Sex Series” (which I promise isn’t just all genitals).

Also, look for the story Sofie Durham—see Chapters 7, 13 and 14 of this story to learn more about her. The sneak preview of her first chapter is under the epilogue.

Comment below if you would like to be updated once I start the new novel! And thanks again for your support and advice.

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