(Holland Roden portrays Luna within this story).
Michael hadn't seen Luna in days. He sat on his usual spot on the rocks and secretly waited for the girl to appear, but she never did.
He was beginning to worry about the girl, he wondered why she hadn't been to the rocks or if she was simply avoiding him and going to the rocks in the morning instead of the evening.
The now blond haired boy sighed deeply, he pulled his tattered shoes back on, unrolled his jeans and stood up, brushing the sand and small stones off of his jeans.
"Leaving so soon?" Luna's gentle voice asked as Michael straightened out his shirt. He turned around to face the girl and smiled softly, walking towards her and pulling her into a tight embrace. "I can't lie to you, I thought you had ditched town." He mumbled into her hair.
Luna wound her arms around Michael's waist and laid her head on his chest, "You're too intriguing for me to just leave." She replied, sending a pang of warmth through Michael's chest. "Where have you been?" He asked quietly, still holding Luna to his chest.
The auburn girl sighed and pulled away from Michael, "My father is very strict, he caught me sneaking out." Michael nodded as if to say 'I'm sorry' and gently reached for Luna's hand, squeezing it softly. "Do you want to sit here for a while?" He asked, looking down at the girl he had grown fond of.
Luna shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, "Could we go somewhere warm? There's a storm heading our way." She mumbled, her eyes darting to the ever growing dark clouds above them.
Michael nodded, "We could go back to my house? My mother is out for the evening." He suggested, squeezing Luna's hand ever so slightly. Luna looked up at Michael and smiled softly, "I would like that."
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Michael never let go of Luna, while he drove, his hand laid gently on her knee, squeezing it ever so slightly as the rain forced itself against the windows of Michaels car. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked cautiously, looking at Luna as he parked his beat up car outside his home.
The red head nodded and smiled at Michael, "Curiosity and concern never seem to leave you, do they?" Michael shook his head and smiled softly, "Come on, the rain is getting heavier." Luna nodded and pushed herself out of Michaels car, squealing quietly as the rain pelted against her skin.
Michael laughed quietly as he watched Luna run over to the porch of his home; Michael hadn't laughed properly in months, Luna watched Michael as he laughed in the pouring rain and grinned to herself as the boy looked to the sky.
"Nothing like the rain," He laughed to himself, his arms held up towards the sky as he embraced the rain. Luna observed Michael and gave into her temptation, she ran into his arms.
Michael wrapped an arm around Luna's waist as the other gently tucked a strand of wet hair behind her cold ear. "This is very cliche, Curious." Luna teased, her eyelashes batting softly as the rain ran down her skin.
Michael shrugged and looked down at the girl, "Sometimes, cliches are what hold us all together." He mumbled, his nose gently brushing against Luna's as the rain poured over them.
"Would it be cliche for a pair to share their first kiss in the pouring rain?" Luna asked quizzically, her nose scrunching as Michael brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Absolutely." Luna nodded and looked up at Michael through her lashes, "I'm quite partial to a cliche," Michael nodded in agreement, "As am I, Luna." He whispered softly.
The boy gently tilted Luna's chin up as he leant forward a fraction, his chapped lips brushing ever so slightly over Luna's nearly blue ones. "You are fascinating." Michael marvelled at Luna, her eyes fluttering closed as their foreheads met, "Fascination guides actions." The girl mumbled before gently pressing her lips to Michaels.
Michael closed his eyes and pulled Luna closer to him, their chests pressed together as their lips moved slowly against one another's, their hands holding onto each other's clothing. Luna pulled away slowly, her breathing slightly uneven as she opened her eyes.
Michael looked down at the source of his fascination and smiled, "We should get inside, before anymore cliches take place." Luna grinned and nodded in agreement, unwrapping herself from Michael and running through the rain to the porch.
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Luna observed her reflection in the mirror of Michaels bathroom; her wet clothes sat in the sink in front of her as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, the shirt Michael gave her rising up but not enough to expose any skin.
The girl picked up her wet clothing from the sink and made her way out of the bathroom, jumping slightly as she saw Michael sitting on his bed; his hair was disheveled and his cheeks tinted a beautiful shade of baby pink.
"Are the clothes okay? Do you need anything smaller?" Michael rambled as he stood up in front of Luna, her hazel eyes lighting up at Michaels concern for her. "They're perfect, thank you Curious." She smiled, setting her wet clothes into the same basket as Michaels.
A relieved smile tugged at Michaels lips as he looked down at Luna, his arms winding around her waist as they stood in awe of each other. "Can I?" Luna nodded and stood on her tip-toes, her arms gently hooking around Michaels neck as he pulled her closer to himself. "You have the most mesmerising eyes." She mumbled, watching a small smile pull on Michaels lips once more.
Michael leant down slightly and softly kissed Luna once more, her dainty fingers moving to the hair at the nape of Michaels neck as he held her waist.
The pair stayed intertwined until they both pulled away, gasping for breath. Luna gently held Michaels face in her palms and brushed her nose against his, his green eyes fluttering closed as he revelled in the warmth of Luna's hands.
"You truly are fascinating." He mumbled, his eyes remaining closed as Luna gently caressed Michaels cheek, "All the best stories start with a mystery."
