Goin' to London! (Punk!England x Tomboy!Reader)

Part 4

You were outside of school, standing on the curb, waiting for your dad to pick you up. School had been out for a good ten minutes, and you started to wonder why your dad wasn't here yet. You sighed as you checked your messages again. Zilch. You looked around, enjoying the sights and sounds of the British outdoors. You adjusted your messenger bag as you put your iPod in it and tossed your hair from your face.

You resumed counting as cars ran past you. Thirteen, fourteen. Still no sign of him. Fifteen. Nope. Sixteen, seventeen, eightee-

"Hey [Name], you'll get sick if you don't have an umbrella!" [A.N. Oops, did I forget to mention it was pouring down like no tomorrow? Sowwy… XP]

You turned around, just to find in front of you the Spaniard from earlier that day. You heard the sound of splashing water droplets hitting fabric above your head; he was holding his tomato-printed umbrella over you. But he was getting drenched!

You had always loved being outside when it was raining. People might think you're crazy, but you love the felling of the cold water droplets tapping your skin. You have also always preferred cold weather over warm, but not to the extreme. You're human, not a penguin! 

Because of that, you pushed the umbrella away from you. You didn't mind, and it was his anyways. He didn't let you though, and be firmly held it in place over your head. 

"It's okay" you objected, trying to push the handle again. Didn't work either. "No, I'm fine, really!"

"You're shaking, chica!"

He took one of your hands with his free one. 

"Cold también!"

"My skin's always cold...." you whispered.

It has always been the case, actually. You smiled as you remembered a prank you and Matthias pulled on Alfred a few years back: Matthias told him you were a vampire and since you had cold skin, it freaked the hell outta him.... His face was priceless!

The Spaniard then let go of your hand.  

"I"m staying, or else you'll get sick!" he objected. "Where is your umbrella, anyway?"

It was at your house. You never brought one, since you didn't mind rain. You just looked at the ground, not feeling like explaining everything to him. You looked back at him and simply shrugged with a sheepish smile. 

"Well then, I'll keep you company, mi amiga~!" he cheerfully declared. "Hum.... Why are you out here, anyway?"

"I'm waiting for my dad...." you sighed, looking down at your feet. "Wait a sec, why are you here?"

"Fácil~! I saw a pre-- pequeña mujer standing all alone in the rain! Can't let her freeze to death, now can I?"

You gave out a short laugh. "But you'll get sick yourself! You surely have some stuff to do. Let me be; I'm fine!"

"Nope~ Football practice starts in a good hour, I'm fine!"

"Fine.... But please, don't stay out like that! You're not me..."

He nodded, and seemed lost in his thoughts for a while, and then something flashed in his mind. He walked even closer to you and took your hand again. He put it on the handle of his plastic dome, placing his right on top of yours. You frowned and tried to squirm your hand away from under his, there are boundaries, but that only ended in him placing his hand higher; on the metal pole. You quickly sighed, but you smiled. He was kinda sweet to fret about you like that.

You talked about everything and nothing, but the conversation always drifted towards the unusual topic of tomatoes. He gave you a bunch of advice on how to grow the best of tomatoes, and you just stared at him, a look of disbelief on your features. Seriously? Tomatoes? You had to admit that the passionate way he talked about them made it interesting. The umbrella made a lot more sense now....