Love Me

Chapter Thirty-seven

(Play song now.)

Alyssa

I found a song that just gave me inspiration to write and I couldn't let the opportunity pass. The lyrics were so moving and brought back beautiful memories. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to write but now I do.

I got some snacks from the kitchen and set them in my room and a drink. Then I got my laptop, turned on the air conditioner and pulled the thick blanket over myself. As soon as the music started, my hands moved, typing rapidly.

The rain poured on her, soaking her red hair and clothes. She cursed herself for not taking an umbrella despite what her mother said when she left her house, knowing how unpredictable the weather could be.

She was the only one walking on the street without one and moved faster than others so she could get home to a nice relaxing bath but that was a thirty minute walk in the cold and for someone who got sick easily, it wasn't so advised.

She wrapped her arms around herself with a slight shiver and sniffed. She wished someone would have the common decency to offer some help but judging by her previous experience with people it wasn't likely.

She decided to wait out the rain and took shelter under a shade, her teeth already clattering with the cold. She could feel the distinctive head ache that hit her when she was about to get sick and groaned.

From the look of things, the rain was stopping any time soon, it even looked like it was getting worse. Just as she was going to face the terrible weather again, a man came up to her, holding exactly what she needed, an umbrella.

“Need some help?” A man joined her in the shade, not a drop of water on him. He had a kind smile and eyes the color of honey, his hair was a dark blonde and he spoke with an American accent, uncommon for people in Spain.

Her guard was up instantly. “No.”

Despite this was just what she wished for, she didn't want to accept it. She knew how men were, they'd do you one small favor and expect you to sleep with them, she wasn't falling for it.

“Are you sure? You look like you need it.”

Her temper flared immediately. “Are you saying I look desperate?”

“What? No, I just wanted to give you my umbrella.” He offered it to her, not fazed by her attitude.

“Well, I don't need it.” She refused stubbornly.

“Well, the rain doesn't seem to be stopping soon and you look like you have somewhere to be. So, please, just take it and save yourself the cold you're gonna get.” It killed her that he was right.

She let out a defeated breath as her shoulders slumped. She didn't have a reason to dislike but something about him irked her. He was too happy, if that was even a thing. Why was he being so nice to her when she was so rude to him? This doesn't make sense, he was supposed to leave.

“What about you?” She asked. “You'll get wet.”

“I think I'll be fine.” The man gestured to a car parked right behind them, definitely his. “Take it.”

She obliged. “Thank you.”

“See, that wasn't so hard, was it?”

He made her giggle slightly. “Sorry, I had a bad day.”

“I understand. Hope you get home safe.”

“How do I get this back to you?” She didn't like having people's things with her, not even friends so she had to return his umbrella.