Wednesday Imagines

-Rainy Days-

Your point of view:

Rain patters against the thin glass roof of the conservatory as I tend to my plants. 

Xavier rushes into the room, huffing.

"What's up?" I question, not bothering to look at him.

"There's a leak in the roof of my art shack. Everything on my desk got ruined." 

 I finish watering the last plant and hurry over to hug him. 

"It's just- I was working on something for this person I like and it got destroyed."

I pull away from the hug to examine his expression, he looks down shyly and blushes lightly. His hands move to rest in his lap as he sighs again. 

"You like someone, huh? And you didn't even think to tell your best friend about it?" I feign offence and place my hand on my heart dramatically.

He awkwardly chuckles and pulls out his soggy sketchbook, carefully prises two of the pages apart to reveal what was clearly once a stunning drawing. The ink was bleeding, covering the page in a grey tint. Still visible beneath it all the faint pencil lines of his initial sketch are visible, depicting two people. It's a picture of us on the day we met. I can tell because- well it's an interesting story that began with him slipping on ice and falling on his ass. 

"Xavier-"

"You see, I was planning on telling my best friend, I just couldn't find the words for it... and now I'm babbling on hoping they don't reject me...?"

I chuckle and hold his shaking hands. I feel him relax slowly and look him in the eyes.

"You're pretty," I state before pulling him into a tight hug, "you're also soaking wet." 

I ruffle his hair, and in return, he takes a step back and shales it off like a dog. I laugh and drag him up to his dorm, hand him clothes and send him to go change. 

He comes back looking adorable in one of his oversized jumpers and smiling shyly. I sit on his desk and look him up and down, admiring the skinny boy. He makes his way over and looks down at me, gently lifting my chin so I'm looking at him in his sap-green eyes. 

"Can I kiss you?" He questions, barely audible. 

"Yes." 

He leans down and softly presses a kiss to my lips. We'd joked about kissing on many occasions, playfully getting really close to each other's faces but never closing the gap. Now we are, it feels surreal but amazing. He carefully places his hands on my midriff and pulls away. 

Thunder crashes dramatically outside and the pattering of the rain on the window intensifies. He jumps slightly, leading me to chuckle softly at him and pull him to his bed. He cuddles into my side quickly, squeezing slightly harder every time there's a flash of lightning, anticipating the thunder.

"Don't laugh at me," he laughs at himself a little, "I just don't like how loud it is."

I ruffle his hair again and put on his favourite film 'Back to the Future." This successfully distracts him until the end of the storm.