It was so cold out, rain falling from the sky and landing on your windows, dripping down and cascading against the window-seals.
Your hair was messy as you stared at the vinyl playing - "Still Lovin' You" by Scorpions was playing, your former boyfriend's band...
He was a dork, he always played around until he realized just how much you meant, the day you said "goodbye" was the day he fell apart.
Now here you are, sitting in your room alone listening to the love song as you thought of Rudolf.
You left four years ago, the year is 1988, the song was released in 1984.
You sat there completely infatuated with the vinyl, staring at it as it spun before you heard a thump on your window, you jumped - looking up to see a man staring into your room.
You screamed loudly and the man put his hands up, "Woah - woah, babe! It's me!" Son of a bitch! It was Rudolf!
"Rudolf?! Get out of here! You don't get to call me that, it's been four years!" You snapped, he looked at your record-player and smirked widely, "Still playin' my songs babe?" He winked, groaning as you slammed the window on his hand, "Ffffff-aaaaaaack," He groaned, shaking his hand around, you felt slightly bad - I mean, he does need those for guitar, but he's a dickhead...
"Hmph, deserved," You pouted, he sighed softly, "Come on, you know I didn't mean to hurt you, I just - fuck, I fucked up okay? I get the best thing I've ever had and I fumble it all," He sighed, you raised a brow.
"Look, babe - Y/N, right... right, look I swear I didn't mean to break your heart," He said and shook his head, "One more chance, just one?" He begged softly, you sighed softly and looked at the vinyl.
"You're lucky you're such a good guitarist, you piece of ass," You said and smacked his chest, "Hey!" He laughed and grabbed your hands, "So, is that a yes?" He smiled, "One more - you fuck me up again and I'll break your neck," You warned, "Got it..." he leaned in and kissed you - this has been a long time since you've had any interaction with Rudolf, let alone kissed him, so you relaxed into it reluctantly and pulled away.
"...I'm still lovin' you," He smirked as the chorus played, "I hate you," You whispered making him chuckle.
