Watercolors
By Missy

SERIES: Watercolors
PART: 1 of 1
RATING: G
PAIRING(s): S/R
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CATEGORY: Drama, vignette
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: California-era; about '69.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: The cool flow of water gives so much life to the world that it's almost unbearable.
NOTES: From a challenge by Chesh: Squiggy/Rhonda and a rainy spring day.

320 Words

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She felt her heels sinking down into the muck, and she let out a squeal of contempt as they fell beyond her retrieval.

"Forget 'em." Squiggy said, yanking her toward a bench. "We got bigger worries."

"What?" Rhonda smirked, "We're an hour late to the premiere, the car's got a flat, and if the bus doesn't get here, we're gonna be stuck in a rainstorm!"

He shuffled his feet, peering down the abandoned street.

"Squiggy...the bus is coming?"

"Rhonda...would ya kill me if the bus don't show up?"

She let out a screech that was audible on Venus.

"Would ya shut up? I got a hundred dollars 'a clams wastin' away in my pockets!"

"And what does that matter? Rhonda's not going to get to network! She's going to miss out on major acting opportunities!"

"So're these clams! Squignoski's new act's boilin' away in my pants!"

Rhonda stomped her bare feet. "Rhonda needs air!" She announced, stalking across the street.

She stomped into an open public garden, unaware that Squiggy was at her heels. The amazing parade of flowers stretching toward each life-giving drop of rain had a calming effect on the both of them.

She moved to sit on a stone bench, and to her surprise he slipped his leather jacket beneath her rear.

"That's your best one."

"Eh, it needs to get cleaned anyway." She paused, but settled down upon it.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you, Squiggy. You meant well."

"Yeah. No one else ever said that to me, so you're okay"

She chuckled.

"What?" His hackles were raised.

"I'm sure everyone yelled at you far too much when you were a child, Squiggy. I'm sorry that I did."

"Yeah..." He wiggled his brows. "Wanna know how you can make it up to me?"

"Andrew, I'm not that trashy..." He kept wiggling his brows. "Well..."

The kiss lasted such a long time that they missed their bus.



The End!