Raindrops Part 1

The rain thundered against every window in the city. The clouds sent lightning strikes against the empty streets. Cars were stuck in garages, children were all put to sleep, and the only lights were streetlamps flickering. Only one young lady, without an umbrella, braved the weather. The wind ripped at her clothes, her hair a tangled mess of brown. She squinted, looking for the keys to open the gate of the apartment. The gate gave a slight click, and flung open. The girl grunted and shut the sliver, rusted gate. Another click, as the door of her apartment burst open. Her sister shot off the couch.

“Holy SH*T!! Becca you scared the crap out of me!” she screamed, trying to calm her racing heart. An actor from the T.V screamed in terror as hands dragged her under the bed.

“Watching scary movies again, Sarah? I thought I told you not to. I don’t want you climbing in my bed later,” replied Rebecca, giving her sister an annoyed look. She dropped her wet bag on the tan couch.

“Ah! Becca I just cleaned the apartment, and now you dumping all your wet stuff on it!” Sarah grabbed the bag and walked into the garage. Becca looked around. The apartment was cleaner than usual. The tan couch faced the moderate television. Across the living room, the kitchen seemed neat. The marble counter was wiped down, the dishes washed and placed in the white cabinets, and popcorn popped in the microwave.

“So? Who’s coming over Sarah?” Becca teased. She peeked into the laundry room, where clothes were piled on top the dryer and the washer gurgled in soap. “Are you expecting a visitor? Hmmm? Maybe a boy.”

Sarah peeked out the garage and gave Becca a glare, “No. Lucas is coming over tomorrow. We have to go over what he’s going to sell at the Piano store I just bought.”

“Lucus?” said Becca, “So it is a guy!” Sarah threw the dried bag at Becca. “Ow! Okay.” She laughed, “Why do you need him anyways? Who’d trust a guy named Lucus?”

“Becca, I told you! I need to increase my piano chain. The company isn’t improving much. We’ve been earning the same profit for three years now. The international concerts and tutorials we’ve been doing are as expensive as they are profitable,” explained Sarah. She was head of piano music. She owned a chain of piano stores, stadiums, international tours, and even tutored students herself. Her goal: to become the richest and best piano player alive.

“Yeah, Yeah,” said Becca, nodding as she removed the layers of coating she’s worn. Becca walked into her room; matching blankets brown with white lotus flowers on both beds. She looked at the white walls as she changed into black pajamas. Sarah removed the popcorn from the microwave and shut off the T.V.

“Sarah, I’m going to sleep!” yelled Becca from the room. Sarah walked into the bathroom from the hallway door.

“Brush your teeth, nasty!” she yelled. Becca walked into the bathroom.

“So is he cute?” she asked. Sarah pulled up her thick brown, wavy hair into a ponytail, toothbrush in her mouth, and nodded. Becca laughed as she brushed her teeth. Rain continued to slam against their window, but both were asleep by then.

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The sunlight poured in through the East window of their room, hitting Sarah in the face. She rolled over as a knock came to the door. She groaned, lifting her head from the pillow. Alarm clock: 12:15. Sarah jump out of bed as another knock came at the door.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” she mumbled as she toppled out of her pajamas and into some jeans and a black T. She gave a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Oh Great! My hair looks like a monster attacked it!

Another knock came at the door. “Yo! Is anyone in there?” said a deep, humorous voice.

“Yeah! Sorry! I’m coming,” called Sarah, frantically brushing her hair. She ran across the living room, jumped over the couch, and flung the door open. A tall masculine figure, with deep red, spiky hair, and green eyes stared at her. He smiled.

“Hey! I have a pretty boss,” he stepped inside as Sarah blushed.

“I just woke up, how could I possibly…”she stopped, and put herself into a more formal position, “Let’s talk about the piano store you’re managing.” They both sat on the couch as the bathroom door in her room shut.

“Are you with someone?” he asked, getting up. Gently, Sarah sat him back down and shook her head.

“It’s my sister, Becca,” she replied, “Anyways, have you called the decorators yet?”

He laughed, “No. I’m decorating it! I’m making music notes go all around the walls and a white tile floor.”

Sarah smiled, uneasily, “So how much do I owe you?” He laughed again and shook his head.

“Call it a favor for a friend,” he smiled and stretched out his hand. Sarah shook his hand and placed a pack of paper on the living room table.

“Okay. So I have the custom options book. Customers should be able to personalize their pianos. Also, there is a shipment of keyboards and upright pianos coming in. Extra pedals, cables, and keys will also be sold…” Sarah continued her list. Lucas nodded as he wrote down the items being sold. They both turned as the bedroom door opened. Becca appeared in her black Pajamas.

She turned to look at the Red head male on her couch, “Hey.”

“Hey! I’m Lucus,” he waved at her. Becca scooted to the kitchen and poured herself some milk and cereal.

“Becca,” she replied, “nice to meet you.” Her voice was uncaring, and Lucus frowned for the first time since he’d gotten there.

“Hey!” he stood up and walked over to Becca, “smile!” He smiled at her annoyed face.

“What the hell? What are you the cheery police,” said Becca, standing up from the counter stool.

He laughed, “Yes! Of course! I maintain the balance of happiness in this world.” He placed his arms on his hips in presence.

Becca laughed, in spite of herself. She glared at him, “Why are you smiling like an idiot?”

“I made you smile! I made you smile!” he laughed as he danced around.

“Oh. You are an idiot,” Becca picked up her cereal and walked back into the room. Sarah stared at the commotion, laughing to herself.

“Don’t spill anything on my bed Becca!” she yelled. Becca waved a hand at her as she shut the door. Lucus smiled at Sarah.

“I think she likes me.”

Sarah laughed, “Sure. Anyways, we have to price the items still.”

“Right!” Lucus jumped on the couch and continued to scribble across his notepad.