ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 <Oneshots>

A Rainy Way 🌧️ (Fluff)

Emma's POV

Paul and I decided to go out and eat since this one of the only two days we both got off of work.

"We should so go ice skating when Christmas comes around!" Paul suggest as he drinks his water.

"Paul, you realize it just hit summer right?" I laugh.

"Well yea but you never know if summer is gonna go by fast! See I love Christmas, the vibe, the way everyone is happy spending time with their loved ones, etc! Ice skating is one of the best ways to celebrate." Paul goes on and on about his love for the holidays and I just lean forward and pay attention. I do this just because I am actually interested into what he is saying, plus it is one way to figure out what he wants and what he loves so that way I know what to get for his birthday and Christmas.

"Are you like those type of people that like host those Christmas parties and does the secret Santa thing?" I ask putting my palm under my chin.

"It may seem like that but I'm really not Emma. Parties aren't my thing, you know that babe!" He said.

"Yeah I know I'm just teasing you!" I hit his arm lightly.

Paul looks back up at me. A tiny bit of eye contact laid between us.

"Are you guys ready for your check?" Our waiter comes in breaking the small silence.

"Uuuhh, actually yeah!! We are!" Paul exclaims as the waiter hands him the bill.

"Hope you guys enjoy the rest of your night!"

"You too, thank you!!" I said as she left us.

I look over to Paul who decided for himself that he's gonna pay.

"Paul you don't always have to pay you know? I can pay this time." I state.

"I'm not see my girlfriend pay for me." Paul jokes setting down the pen before he even began to write.

"So you're not gonna see? You can cover your eyes." I add and grab the bill and the pen out of his hands. I look up and laugh at his shocked face.

"See? Not harmful-"

"My eyes!! They burn!!" He goes on and on laughing while covering his eyes.

I cover my laugh as I write down what to pay and pull out my credit card out from my wallet to swipe on the- whatever the thing is called. The waiters were really nice to us so I decided to pay a $10 tip. They deserve it.
I look up to Paul who is still covering his eyes.

"You can uncover your eyes now." I smile as he slowly tries to uncover his eyes until he saw the bill.
I reach my arm out to remove his hands from his eyes.

"Don't cover those beautiful eyes of yours." I said.

"A true man covers his eyes when his lady pays for him."

"That can't be real-"

"IT IS TO ME!!" He whisper yells. Something he does a lot which I find adorable.

"Now do you wanna leave or not?" I ask responding to his behavior.

"Wait but first." He said as getting up and laying his hand out to me.

"Paul- you know what fuck it." I let him help me up and gave him a slightly annoyed look but deep down he knew I was into classic romance.

"You too have a great night!!" The waiter comes by.

"You too, thank you!!" We say as we walk out to the front doors.

Paul wraps his arm around and pulls me in closer to him. I look up to him and he looks down to me. I'm slightly shorter than him but I've gotten over the height difference.
As Paul and I were about to open the front doors, we over hear this old couple talk about us.

"Oh James!! That reminds me of us when we were in college!! Remember those days?"

They talked and Paul whispers down to me.

"You think we can last that long?"

"For sure, now let's go home babe my body is aching." I joke with him.

We walk out the front doors and enjoy the fresh night breeze. Sky was dark and streetlights dimmed. The best setting to have a date. Paul and I began to walk home and we just started talking about random things that came to our minds.

"Professor Hidgens kind of freaks me out."

"No cause you should of saw him when I had him in high school. He was insane and the kids half the time couldn't take him seriously. Also what is it with him and that stupid musical of his. What's it called again... um- OH! Fucking Workin' Boys: A New Musical!" I mocked Hidgens with his stupid voice. Paul laughs.

"You know that's too accurate. How long have you known him for?" He asks.

"Since my sophomore year I think. I'm hi favorite because I one time bought him groceries. He's weir guy, really weird guy." I stated.

Paul and I kept walking talking here and there but mostly comfortable silence overthrew us. I love it. When we kept walking, we started to feel rain drops fall on to us.

"If it rains I'm gonna lose it." As soon as those words came out it began to pour.

"Jesus Christ are you kidding me?" I said angrily.

I've always hated rain, I never liked it. I never never knew about Paul's opinion on rain but I'd figured out immediately. Paul walked forward and looked up. He seemed to enjoy it.

He turned around.
"You don't like the rain babe?" He asks.

"I really don't Paul." I said crossing my arms hating my experience.

"C'mon honey this is gonna be fun for us." Paul reassured me and led his hand to me. I look up to him and just took it.

He began to run and he took me with him. O started to laugh at his behavior.

"Emma I think you should know this but I love the rain!!" He exclaims.

"Yea!! I can tell Paul!!" I replied.

He stopped running and turned around to face me. His hair is soaked and to be honest it looks cute on him. I ruffle his hair slightly messing it up. A smile grew on his face.

"Emm you look really stunning with wet hair. You know that?" He asks.

"So you do with your now messed up hair."I joke laughing.

Paul went quiet and a small smirk appeared on his face.
He quickly grabs my face and kisses me softly and passionate. My hands held his face and I know he could feel my giant smile. He let go of my face and pulled me even closer by my waist squeezing my hips. God I fucking love it when he does that.

I pull away to get a glimpse of his face.

"Holy shit I forgot I was wearing lipstick! It's smudged on your lips. I'm so sorry." I apologized while laughing a little. I use my thumb to wipe some of it off.

Paul is silent and I realized something. He's admiring me. He quickly pulls me in for a tight hug.

"God I love you so much Emma."

"Since when did you get so affectionat. I never seen this. I love you too Paul." I said rubbing his back.

"We should get home, I don't us getting sick." I add as rain hits us hard.

"That sounds like a great idea." Paul agrees as he pulls away.

We continued to walk home. Ever since then rain was something I looked forward too cause all I think about is the man who doesn't like musicals. Paul Mathews, my Paul Mathews.