Ponyboy and I were sitting on the couch, watching some corny movie. His arm was around my shoulders and I was nuzzled into his side. I almost fell asleep in his warm body when the movie stalled.
"It's the rain." Pony says. I get up to open the curtains. Sure enough, the water was pounding on the ground.
"Yeah, it's really coming down out there." I say and sit back down on the couch across from him. "I love the rain."
"Really, why?" He asks. I remember he said it used to give him headaches.
"I don't know," I explain, "I just think it's cool. How the sky opens up and water just falls to the ground. I like to photograph rain too. The coolest pictures are houses or animals wet in the rain. I even won that competition with a picture of Johnny in the rain."
"Right." He says. He was slightly smiling.
"Yeah, I just love the rain." I keep going. "And after is cool too, like the wet grass and the darkened streets from the water. Or when you're driving as a kid and going past the huge puddles and spraying all that water everywhere. And all little kids love puddles, jumping in 'em and stuff. And then rainbows ..."
I look up at him, he's staring at me. His grin grew, and now he was very faintly laughing at me. My cheeks turn pink and I push my hair behind my ear. "What?"
"Nothing, Y/N" He says, pushing my head up with his fingers, "you're just so cute."
"Pony ..." I say, my cheeks flushing darker now.
"It's true baby," He lightly chuckles, "it's adorable how much you love the rain and, like, what you pay attention to."
I kiss him gently. He smiles at me again, while my cheeks start to return to their normal color. But, before they became natural, he grabs my face and kisses me more passionately. I feel them turn again, I love how he kisses me.
