Jam (Johnny/Bam) - It Always Makes Me Think of You
Title: It Always Makes Me Think of You
Prompt: # 1 - Rain
Pairing: Jam (Johnny/Bam)
Word Count: 306
Summary: Bam understands why Johnny takes those walks in the rain now...
Rating: PG
Author Notes: Uhm....yeah, I have no life. I'll start the 3rd one probably first thing tomorrow morning :D But this is my last for tonight. I need sleep. XD
Disclaimer: Don't know/own/probably didn't happen.

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[Bam]

I hate the rain. Not always, just sometimes. But today I hate it. I hate it with a passion. It always makes me think of you. Rain. Why does rain, of all things, make me think of you? I'm not quite sure. Maybe it was those walks I know you take when it's fucking pouring outside. Why do you do that? Are you trying to get yourself sick? I don't know the point, but I always worry. I mean...I don't want my boyfriend getting sick. That wouldn't be any fun for anyone.

These days, though, I hate the rain more. The days when you're gone. I know I could be with you, but...you have your work, I have mine. It's just how it works. I guess that's how it is with most people, but...most people also get to see their lover every night when they get off work. You..? You're probably greeting the mattress and the back of your eyelids. Me? I'm left with nothing but an empty bed and a blank ceiling.

I got up from the chair I had sitting in front of the window and slipped on my sneakers--they're the ones you gave me for my birthday last year..seemed most appropriate, really--and I walked outside. Taking to the path that knows the soles of your shoes so well.

I stopped for a moment, closing my eyes and tilting my head upwards, letting the rain fall straight to my face. I felt a smile form over my lips. Somehow....in this odd little twist, I think I might understand why you take your little walks in the rain. And I also understand why you said you couldn't explain it to me. It's not something you can explain. It's a feeling. And feelings...well, you can't explain of those.