Yours Truly

Chapter 11

During the drive to Carina's house, it gradually went from a light and easy sprinkle to an absolute onslaught and downpour of rain. Lily's glad that she left the time that she did otherwise she would've gotten lost trying to see the road ahead of her. The thunder was rumbling so deep and loud that Lily could feel it in her chest. It felt like that one time she was a The 1975 concert and she was placed right near where the speakers were and the bass echoed inside of her.

Lily parks her car in the street in front of Carina's house before getting out and sprinting as fast as she can across the front lawn without any umbrella or any waterproof gear. Needless to say water was seeping through her shirt, pants, and inside her boots. And the fact that it was pretty damn cold didn't help with the chilling of her skin.

Lily quickly rings the doorbell and hugs herself as she hops up and down in her spot, trying to warm herself up. "Come on, Carina," she mutters to herself after waiting for an unusually long time, teeth slightly chattering. She normally opens the door seconds after Lily rings it and now it's been a couple of minutes. The thunder was getting louder and she would be lying if she said she wasn't feel a bit uneasy right now too.

Lily shoots Carina a quick text ("GET UR ASS DOWN HERE NOW AND OPEN THIS DOOR WOMAN") and bangs on the door loudly a few times for good measure. Finally, the door swings open and in view comes a very apologetic looking Carina as soon as she spots Lily, cold and wet. "I am so sorry," she frowns as she pulls her inside by the hand. "I didn't hear you at first because I was listening to music to try to drown out the noise."

"No, I understand, love," Lily says sincerely as she plants a affectionate kiss on her temple. "You okay?"

"This is going to sound so cheesy and typical as hell, but now I am," Carina laughs, wrapping her arms around Lily's midsection, resting the side of her head on her chest. Apparently the fact that Lily's clothes are soaking wet doesn't seem to bother her. "I wish that line wasn't so overused and cliché but I am seriously okay now that you're here."

"Get off of me," Lily chuckles, "you're going to get your clothes wet too."

"I don't mind."

"But I do."

Carina rolls her eyes and lets go of Lily, a part of the front of her long-sleeved shirt now a bit wet. "You're like a dog who accidentally ran out into the rain," she giggles.

"I'm going to start keeping track of the amount of times you compare me to a certain animal," Lily laughs as she hugs herself, the drenched clothing making her skin cold.

Carina notices and leads Lily up the stairs by the hand and takes her into her room. Then, once they're there, Lily looks down at her feet. She's slowly and steadily creating a small puddle around her on Carina's carpet as water drips off of her clothes. Lovely.

With a raised eyebrow, Carina follows Lily's gaze. She laughs when she notices the small circle of water as well as Lily's pouting face. "No biggie. It'll dry eventually. Let me get you some clothes."

Lily would sit down, but the last thing she would want is to cover the rest of Carina's furniture with water. So she just stands there in her little self-made puddle, shivering slightly. If someone were to walk in right now, the first assumption that would pop in their heads would be that Lily totally pissed herself.

"Where are your folks at tonight?" Lily calls out to Carina, who steps out of her closet a few seconds later.

"I think they went to see a movie and then dinner or something," she replies. "They asked if I wanted to join along with them but I said no. They've been stuck with me the past couple of weeks so I'm sure they were lowkey rejoicing that I declined. But here you go." Carina hands Lily some clean, dry clothes and she smiles appreciatively.