My boyfriend and I go to the same college, and one of the things I enjoy most is sharing a room with him. Sharing a bed. I hoped living together would improve our relationship, which has grown rocky as of late. But he's the jealous type, and I always seem to say or do the wrong thing at the wrong time. I don't mean to provoke him; sometimes I just don't think how my actions might hurt him. Unfortunately, our roommate only sees us when we're at our worst, so she thinks things are bad between us. When he's angry enough at me to kick me out of bed and I have to sleep on the couch. When he snaps at me for flirting with her, even though he knows I don't mean anything by it. She never sees how wonderful he is to me sometimes, or how perfect we can be together when we're alone. I hope her misplaced concern won't come between us. Or maybe it'll be my own stupidity that tears us apart.

I'll Take the Rain

When I don’t speak, he climbs off in a huff. I grab hold of his boxers and let him drag me into a sitting position as he stands. “No,” I tell him. “No, I’m sorry. Please don’t…”


“Please,” I say again. “Let’s get back to where we were—”


But he’s already in the bathroom, and the door slams between us like an accusation. Tired, I fall back to the sofa and roll against the cushions, pressing my face into them. I always mess things up between us, don’t I? Why do I do that? Why do I constantly manage to drive us apart?


Chapter 3