niitko
It’s a calm she’s come to appreciate, and one so often absent at her own home. She lays on her stomach upon his bed { it smells like him, and she thinks it’s a strange thing to notice and a stranger thing to draw comfort from, but she can’t help it } and he sits beside her. He’s scribbling in a notebook --- presumably doing homework --- and she is entertaining herself with a phone game set to silent so they can still here the music escaping the device. The near - silence is comfortable, and every so often one hand will leave her phone, and his will leave his work, and they’ll tangle their fingers for a few moments to share the warmth.
It isn’t until a VERY familiar tune starts playing that she pauses in her playing, eyes widening and a smile { the one she saves for him } curving along her lips. The phone is sat down, the volume turned up, and she pushes herself upright to sit beside her boyfriend; she hooks her arm with his. When his head turns so that he may see what it is she’s doing, she presses their foreheads together with a low giggle.
“Check yes, Juliet, are ya with me? Rain is falling down on the sidewalk; I won’t go until you come outside!”
