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sweater weather { jesse rutherford }

jesse rutherford

I never imagined I'd be sitting in the warm sand close to Jesse's little beach house. I mean, I don't think I'm unworthy of company of good looking people or anything, it's just that I hated him in high school. He was a classic fuck boy with anger issues and a lot of absence from classes. I didn't even know what weed is when he was already smoking a doobie under the bleachers. He never even noticed me, except when I was standing next to him in the lunch line and he felt the need to throw an insult at me. Of course I thought that I'd never speak to him again after high school.
I guess I didn't know how wrong I was.

My middle name is Diana so you can imagine how surprised I was when I was at the grocery store the other day and I heard someone yelling hey wonder woman. Not that I think of myself as a wonder, but ever since I watched the movie, I became more alert when my name was mentioned in public.
When I looked up and saw Jesse, I turned into this stiff awkward mess. Let's be honest, he might've been an asshole, but he was a fine asshole with a nice set of eyes.
It's been 5 years since I graduated high school and I haven't changed all that much. Him on the other hand, he added quite a few tattoos to his collection and his style was even better than I remember; or maybe I just disliked torn jeans and oversized t-shirts in my teenage years. His hair was completely different though, it was platinum blonde with dark roots. I find that very hot, even though dark hair suited him as well.
Let's just say he looked pretty damn good.
He said he's playing music at a local bar at the beach and that I should come and check it. Then we could catch up and all that.
So I did. I remember him playing the guitar in high school but damn, I didn't know he's that good, his voice is heavenly. Later on he bought me a drink and we ended up taking a walk on the beach.
And there we were, sitting with our feet in the warm sand, nothing but the stars looking over us.

"You know, I never thought I'd say this, but Jesse Rutherford, you're a changed man." I said. He just chuckled and lit up the cigarette that was stuck between his lips.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised, being the asshole that I was... high school was a pretty dark time for me." He replied. I was a bit surprised because back then he seemed pretty fine to me. A different girl every month, everyone wanted to be friends with him or in his clique, he really had it going. Or so I thought.

"Yeah? It wasn't all that bad for me but I was still waiting for it to end so I could get away, study and live the life I always wanted." I took the cigarette from his hand and took a puff.

The smile he gave me in return was just mesmerizing. He has these perfectly shaped, pearly white teeth, you're bound to be blinded by them when he shows them.

"So, are you?" He asked and took back his cigarette.

"Am I what?" I asked.

"Living the life you always wanted?" He blew out the smoke and looked at me. I didn't know how to properly answer the question. What, now that I ran into you I don't know what I want? No.

"Yes and no." That seemed to be the best answer.

"How so?" He put out the cigarette and opened another beer he took from the little cooling box.

"I graduated, yes... I have a job, I live alone, yes... I always wanted to live in a beach house though, so no to that." I chuckled.

"No problem here, I do. You can come over whenever, I know it's not the same but the offer stands. I can show you around later if you'd like." He offered. Of course I couldn't pass on it nor did I want to. I was having a great time with him, as strange as it seemed.

"Yeah, sure. You're so lucky you live here, it's heaven on earth." I said.

"It's pretty nice, yeah. Ironic though, I used to hate the beach, yet here I am, my toes in the sand... with you." He looked at me again.

"With me." I repeated.

An hour later I was laying in his bed, half naked with him on top, kissing my neck slowly. I thought this would only be a one time thing, that's what he was used to. I was okay with that, you can't expect to change a man just because you want to.
Suddenly he stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He leaned on his elbows, still on top of me. I thought I noticed sadness in his eyes but I said nothing.

"Do you wanna have some coffee on the deck?" He asked out of the blue.

"Sure. Is everything alright though?" I wanted to be sure I didn't make him uncomfortable in any way.

"Everything's great. I just... I like you too much to ruin everything by going too fast." He calmly said. I couldn't believe it, he is a changed man.

"I appreciate it. And I like you as well. I had a really nice time tonight." I replied and smiled at him. His eyes were staring into mine and I guess he is a bit sad, but then again, aren't we all.
His lips gently touched mine and sparks flew. He's such an impressionable man, his energy completely overpowers and consumes me when he's close.

"Come on, beach babe. You're gonna love it." He grinned and lifted himself up, offering his hand. I gladly took it and he pulled me up. I then followed him to the kitchen where he made coffee, using the espresso machine I fell in love with in a second.
Sitting on the deck was just amazing. You could see all the stars and hear waves splashing, the gentle warm breeze blowing. We sat down on two chairs at the small table where he put our coffee mugs.

"Wow, I don't have to say anything else." I was in my personal heaven. If someone asked me what kind of place I want to live in I would point right at this.

"Yeah, the view tends to leave certain individuals breathless." He said, taking a sip of coffee and offering me a cigarette. I won't even start describing the feelings that were bubbling up inside me when I was watching him hold that cigarette; he takes a puff, blows out the smoke and I get lost in him.
I declined, taking his from his hand instead.

"Sharing is caring." He chuckled and looked at me. Usually I'd feel uncomfortable when someone is staring at me but in that moment I was completely calm. I was happy, I felt good.

"It is." I said and let him have his cigarette back, blowing out smoke.

I couldn't get enough of him. Which is why I stayed the night. We were cuddling and he'd press a kiss on my lips from time to time. I guess sometimes life can really surprise you; it surely did that to me.

I haven't slept that good in years. Early in the morning we were standing on the deck, watching the sun rise and he held my hands in the holes of his sweater.
One love, two mouths,
one love, one house.