rain rain, go away → zailey.
It had been several hours since the two girls started talking, and through those hours, Bailey had let the brunette in front of her continue to rant on about one curly haired boy. Even with the television screen playing on in the background, the brunette was more concentrated on talking it out. On which, Bailey couldn’t blame her. Towards the end, of course, the blonde had kind of zoned her best friend out, listening to the sound of rain hitting the windows of her house. Every drop made a pitter-pattering sound as it fell against the glass. Usually, Bailey wasn’t the rain type of girl. She disliked the cold, coming from a home that was mostly always sunny. However, the sound of rain calmed her. It helped her release any type of stress she had, or it helped her get a good night’s sleep. Or, it helped zone out the words that the brunette was going on about. Feeling a tap on her knee, the blonde broke out of her thoughts and looked up, to find her friend staring at her with a blank face. Bailey sighed, with a small sheepish smile. “Sorry, Ames. What were you saying?” the woman asked, before hearing the doorbell. “Watch some more TV,” the blonde chuckled, standing up to get the door.
While she was walking towards her front door, she could still hear her best friend talk, -- this time, about the people in the television screen. With a laugh, the blonde opened the front door without hesitance, ”Hold up, Ames.” Her voice had trailed off as she opened the door to see a drenched-in-rain Zain, slightly smiling.
