Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

WILL

Abby was buried at another cemetery about 10 minutes from where Poe is. Stella and I held hands as we walked, to lost in the moment to speak. We arrived at Abby's grave, to find bouquets of flowers resting in front of the stone. I saw a tear run down Stella's pale face, and I brushed it away with my thumb. 

Stella squeezed my hand, before kneeling down infront of the grave marked, 'Abigail Grant'.

I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulder. She leaned into me, and a light rain started to fall. We  sat there for about 10 minutes, silent. That was, until it started to pour. Buckets, and buckets of rain cascaded onto us. 

Someone in heaven must have had a bad day. Or they just decided to pee on us. 

"Nooo," Stella shrieked, laughing. "Why now?"

Stella and I stand up, trying to run out of the cemetery. 

"Shit!" Stella curses, as she trips, falling into the mud. 

I double over, laughing like a hyena. 

"Shut up, dickhead," Stella spits out some grass that found its way to her mouth. 

I go back over to help her up, but she hits me in the back of the knee, causing me to fall as well. 

"Hey!" I bark. Now the both of us are covered in mud. 

We push our self off of the rain soaked ground, and Stella falls in my arms. I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her soaked body closer to mine. Stella rests her head on my chest.

"I was thinking," I chuckle. "Do you think we fell on a dead person?"

Stella slaps my arm playfully. "Will!"

"What?" I ask innocently. "We probably did."

"You are too much, William." 

"Hey," I look down at Stella. "I'm no romantic person here, but can we do something that only happens in the movies?"

Stella looks up at me, confused. "What?"

"You know," I tap her nose lightly. "A kiss in the rain."

Stella laughs. "Are you sure that your not a 'romantic person'?"

"I most definitely am not," I state. "But I always wanted to try that."

"Fine," Stella backs up a few steps. 

The rain started to fall harder, but my attention was on Stella. She walks back up to me, sliding her hands to my cheeks. Our eyes meet for a minute, blue against hazel. I lean down, finally letting our lips collide. My one hand goes to the nape of her neck, the other around her thin waist. 

There we were, kissing in a cemetery full of dead people, as the rain gave us a bath. 

See, I'm not a very romantic person. Who even describes a kiss in the rain like that? Well, me bitches.