The second I moved my hands, the door to the RV swung open and his body came stumbling in spilling the contents of his plastic bags out onto the carpet. Rain water poured through the edges of the door as the wind held it open. We were both laughing out loud at this point but he still attempted to keep an angry look on his face to no avail. He deserved to be this drenched. When we had left the RV earlier to start the long walk to the campsite general store I had spotted the clouds in the distance. I even suggested that we take the car, seeing as how it was a bit of a hike but no he had insisted that was no way it was going to storm.
It was obvious he was wrong. We were about half way through our walk back from the store to pick up campfire essentials when I felt the first drops of rain start to cut through the warm sticky summer air and land on my arms and face. I didn't even have time to yell "I told you so!" Because eithin a minute there were sheets and sheets of water falling from the sky so thick that I could barely see the gravel road in front of me as I took off in a sprint back to the RV.
It was mid-May and most of the campsites were empty because kids were still in school and the "season" had not started yet. We dodged in and out of empty campsites frantically trying to get back to safety from the storm. Everytime I turned around to see his face he was laughing. I reached the RV first and immediately pulled open the screen door and threw myself in. I didn't know how much further he was behind me but I swung around and grabbed the door. I got one good look in his eyes before I forced the door shut. He slammed himself against it a moment later. It pushed open a little bit and I could hear his laughs through the creak but again I forced it back shut again. He knocked a little and started to yell before I made the decision to let him in.
Now he laid on the carpet soaking wet. He turned around and used his foot to slam the RV door before collapsing onto his back still giggling. I was sitting on the floor a few feet away with my knees up, just watching him. My pale blue summer dress was so wet that it clung to me everywhere. Sticking to my thighs.
"I guess I was wrong." He said as the thunder comically chimed in in the background.
He pushed himself up and crawled over next to me. His curly blonde hair was now matted down and as he came closer I reached up with both hands and rubbed my hands through it messing it up.
Suddenly his lips were pressed up against mine. I continued to move my fingers through his hair causing water droplets to roll down his cheeks and face. He kissed my lips gently and I felt his hands rest on my knees. He slowly pushed my knees apart with his fingertips and eventually I felt him move between them. I pressed my lips a little harder against his and moved my hands down to his neck.
