A Wet and Wild First

“What was I thinking?” I muttered as I trudged down the rain-slicked pavement of Randolph Center’s stretch of Route 14.
At this point it was a little past 12 and the road was dark and deserted. The only sound I could hear was my conscience screaming and calling me an idiot. Normally I would’ve told it to fuck off but tonight I actually agreed. I was an idiot…a big fat idiot…a big fat idiot that was stuck walking down Route 14 in the middle of the night during a rain storm.
For a moment I stopped walking and brushed my hand through my soggy locks, then peered down at a puddle by my feet.
Dammit…I looked like a wet frizzy poodle.
Cursing I tugged my hand through my hair again; this time the remnants of my curl gel combined with the rain made it stick flatly down. Groaning I whipped the sticky goop from my palm onto my rather drenched denim flares. Thank karma I hadn’t decided to go designer…
Annoyed I tugged my jacket closer in a futile attempt to maintain some sort of dignity. But I had to admit that was rather hard to do when you looked like death warmed over. Not that I was even remotely warm…in fact along with looking like complete crap and being complete soaked I was also freezing my ass off. And this is not my charming and witty sense of humor talking…I seriously was beginning to think my bum was about to fall to the ground and shatter into little itty bitty pieces.
It really sucked too…I was pretty sure Eddie liked my butt…
That was what really made this situation worse…
Eddie.
I didn’t want him to see me like this…me being this wet creature that resembled a rather busty version of swamp thing. Fuck, I already knew my mascara was running…it was water proof but I’m beginning to think the cosmetic industry just says that to make more money. Jerks. Thanks to them I now looked like a raccoon…
But anyway back to Eddie.
See, Eddie’s my boyfriend. My long time boyfriend. We’ve been dating for over a half year now…and we knew each other for way longer…like since 4th grade. Not that we were ever really interested in sex and dating at that point I’m sure. Actually that was the faze where girls and boys alike thought one another had cooties…interesting seeing as how now all those kids from back then are doing way more than just share toys on the playground.
Still I suppose that’s the way whoever created this earth intended it…and you know what?
I think they suck…
I mean really…of all the days for them to plan a tsunami in Vermont!!
…okay so maybe it wasn’t a tsunami…we don’t exactly live anywhere near the ocean, so I guess I’m just being melodramatic as always. But tonight was supposed to be a special night! I hadn’t flown all the way in from Pennsylvania just to visit my parents. Hell, they didn’t even know I was here. If they did I wouldn’t be walking down Route 14 at nearly 1 in the morning. They would never allow that one.
The real reason I came though?
It was Eddie…I came to see him.
I couldn’t help it…I wanted to…I needed to. Being 6 hours away is okay…I can deal with it in short spurts…and we talk every night…maybe more than once depending on what’s going on. But the thing is…talking only gets you so far. I needed to see him…touch him. Be in his arms and kiss his lips. That’s what I desired. Not to mention he had told me the other day on the phone that his family was going out of town for the weekend. Some dog-sledding thing…but he was staying home since he doesn’t race anymore. I hate that he quit…he’s really good. But I won’t force him. I just want him to be happy. But, yeah…he told me that they were leaving Friday and coming back Monday night…and that he wished I was home so we could spend it together.
When he told me that my heart leapt…
Thus in an act of weakness I went online, booked a flight with my debit card (I HAVE FREQUENT FLIER MILES!! How neat is that?!) and headed straight up to the Burlington, VT airport less than two days later.
Sure I booked short notice…but why the hell else would I have flown in at 11 at night. Vermont’s in the middle of nowhere…and sure it’s pretty in the fall…but no vacationer is gonna want to fly in to here this late…
Er…I mean early.
Anyway like I said I flew in at 11, got a taxi to drop me off at the Boule residence (I told the cabi to just drop me off at the bottom of the road so I wouldn’t “wake anyone up”. Naturally it was an excuse…but it’s not like I could go to my place unnoticed…and Eddie has all those dogs…they’d bark as soon as the taxi pulled up…).
Thus why I am now walking…and of course as soon as I set foot on the pavement it started to down-pour…thus why I am forever and eternally drenched. Which is a complete bummer because now Eddie was going to see me looking awful as opposed to the sexy I was trying for.
After I had gotten off the plane I had spent almost 45 minutes in the airport bathroom fixing myself up to look just perfect. I had packed just the essentials in my school back pack of course…two sets of clothes…my make-up…my straightener…hair gel…perfume…and other toiletries. But along with that I’d also brought the most alluring piece of clothing id owned.
Well actually…the most alluring piece of clothing I just bought.
After I booked my tickets I made an emergency trip to the mall with Jill, Sarah, and Ari…I didn’t tell them what I needed. But I did mention my trip so I’m pretty sure it was easy to guess. Because of this they left me to my resources…and I didn’t hesitate.
It took me forever to find the perfect thing to wear…but finally I chose a cute pair of low cute black jeans and an adorable lacy corset style top that pushed up my boobs in a manner I didn’t believe possible. I finished the ensemble with my usual jewelry (big silver hoops, a choker, and of course the blue heart necklace Eddie gave me our first ever anniversary) as well as a gorgeous pair of black suede boots that I now deemed completely ruined. I hadn’t water-proofed them….something I realized now was a bad idea.
In the bathroom I’d changed…I wanted to be comfortable on the plane…not to mention I looked nothing shy of a hooker in my “seductive” attire…and I sure as hell didn’t want anyone but Eddie seeing me like that. So I wore sweats up…and my favorite HIM sweatshirt…It had a hood…not that it did me much good. The rain completely seeped through and got my hair wet anyway. Not that there was any point in putting the hood on…my hair was destroyed within the first 5 minutes that it rained.
And now, of course, it was stopping.
Or at least dying down a bit. It was just drizzling at the moment.
For a second I glanced around superstitiously for something wooden to knock on (tree? Get to a tree!) only to say screw it…I didn’t think I could get much wetter…or look any worse. Rather, I hoped I couldn’t.
Sighing I glanced up at the sky. It was foggy as hell up there…not a star in sight.
“So much for romance…” I grumbled forlornly.
Then with one last swipe to push back my bangs I continued forward to Eddie’s house.
No point in stopping now, right?