let’s get a car home, i don’t care about the pork.
it’s barely raining!
it looks like it’s raining pretty hard.
cmon, let’s go see. if it’s bad, we’ll take a car.
ok…
we get up and walk out. i stand in the middle of the sidewalk and hold my hands out. it’s just a mist bordering on light rain. i ruffle my brow and watch the drops wet my shirt at the shoulders.
see? it’s not so bad. just a little rain.
yah. well, you have a sweatshirt on and i’m in a white tee. and the walk home is a mile and a half.
do you want my sweatshirt?
NO I DON’T WANT YOUR SWEATSHIRT
you laugh. ok, we’ll get a car just as soon as i stop in this CVS so i can get deodorant.
ok.
as we enter the CVS, i mutter so you can hear, “i can’t believe i’m getting shit from my girlfriend for not walking home in the rain.”
you chuckle. it’s just a little rain!
i go straight for the rack to the right of the entrance labeled “rain center.” it’s a rack with umbrellas and, before they were all sold out, ponchos.
i grab an umbrella and go to the register. after i’ve paid, i go back to where you’re looking for deodorant.
NINE FIFTY?! you exclaim.
Courtney, you’re not going to find it cheaper than you will at CVS.
fine, you’re right.
i follow you to the register. as you look over your shoulder and make fun of me for buying an umbrella, you run straight into a hat rack.
we laugh. i shake my head. goddamn it Courtney.
you pay, we leave. i charge ahead and open my umbrella. you try to walk underneath it and i walk faster, chuckling. IT’S JUST A LITTLE RAIN COURTNEY!
you laugh. the rain comes down on your voluminous hair.
you look like such an asshole right now.
i laugh and slow down and you join me where it’s dry.