The Number On The Napkin

28 | Crocus

"Its raining right now!"

"It is. It's actually pouring."

"And we are being spontaneous!"

"Uh oh."

"You have and I have to go run in the rain and jump in a puddle while singing the song 'Singing in the rain'!"

"But Alec—"

"No buts, ifs or butts!"

"That's not how it—"

"Now lets go! Chip chop chip!"

"Alright, alright. I'm outside, now what?"

"We are going to put our phones on speaker phone and then run out into the rain."

"I'm so going to get sick."

"And if you do, so what? Not everything in your perfect little world is going to work out exactly the way you want it to, but that's just how you know you're living."

"Ok, you're right. I'm ready."

"Go!"

"Ah! Cold!"

"It's refreshing!"

"It's cold! This is so stupid Alec!"

"But yet you're still doing it!"

"I'm doing it but it doesn't mean I'm enjoying it!"

"If you're not enjoying it then why are you laughing?"

"I'm singing in the rain!"

"Just singing in the rain!"

"What a glorious feeling!"

"I'm happy again!"

"I'm singing! Singing in the—alright, alright I'm done!"

"You didn't jump in a puddle yet!"

"What the hell. I'm soaked and I can't get more wet than I already am now!"

"There ya go! On three. One, two—"

"Three!"

"Gah! That was a big one!"

"Just kidding! I actually could get more wet and I did!"

"I am officially, totally and completely, soaked!"

"Now I'm done!"

"Ok you have to admit, that was pretty fun!"

"It was. It's really pretty too, I think I'll just sit here under the overhang and watch the rain for a little. Oh my god, I sound like a grandma!"

"What was that?!"

"What was what?"

"Did you just snort?"

"What? No I—"

"Yes you did! Don't lie!"

"Fine! Every once in a while I snort when I laugh! I'm a snorter ok? You happy now?!"

"Oh yes I'm sooo happy!"

"And don't say that it's—"

"It's so cute!!"

"I hate you..."

"If you hate me then why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at how much I hate you."

"Well if hate means, I actually really like you and sometimes you make me laugh until I snort like a little pig and also you're my best friend, then I hate you too."

"Yeah sure, If you want to think that, then sure. I'm going to go shower then take a nap."

"Dream of me."

"The only dreams you're ever in are in my nightmares."

"But you do dream of me!!"

"No I—Oh shi—"

....................................

"She dreams of me. I knew it. I wonder if it's like the dreams I have of her."

"What are you writing? And from that day on I knew I wanted to spend, not only every happy moment, but every possible moment, talking to her—"

"Mom! Stop snooping!"

"I'm sorry! But honey—"

"No! Leave! This is so embarrassing!"

"Aww!"

"Mom!"