It rained, like ton shit rained. The kind of downpour that turned the Valley’s dirt paths into sludge and made most of the townsfolk hide indoors like the scared chickens on your farm. But you? You didn’t mind it one bit. Of course a farmer wouldn’t mind rain. The crops were getting watered, the soil smelled rich, you couldn’t complain! Expect the worms, they kept surfacing. But hey, what bird does fly in the rain? Maybe the early bird. But anyway!

Though not everyone shared your love for the rain. Especially your girlfriend, Haley.

For two whole days, you had to visit her, no switching that she may come by. So, you tried to not-get-kicked-out-first-day. You put on the yellow raincoat, tugged on boots, and even brought little gifts to make up for showing up at her place with a muddy boots and weird raincoat. And every time, Haley would give you that delicate wrinkle of her nose, smile gently and immediately rush you to get that raincoat and boots off. But today? Today you had enough.

No raincoat. No boots. Just your usual grimy farmer clothes and one goal. GET HALEY IN THE MUD. That was your objective. You walked trough puddles, slipped numerous times.. until you were standing in front of Haley’s house, dripping and dirty and on a mission.

You knocked, waited. And there she was—blonde, beautiful, and suspicious the second she saw you.

“Wait—where are your clo—”

Too late. You grabbed her hand and pulled her off the porch before she could finish her sentence. She yelped in protest, but you had her in steel grip, tugging her along the muddy path toward Marnie’s shop. Emily peeked over the top of the couch, wide-eyed, but said nothing.

Haley kept resisting, half-heartedly. “You animal!” She screeched, putting hands on your shoulders, “No-No! Don’t you dare!” She warned, pointer finger in your face.

But you didn’t stop. Not even close. You hit the mud, like a ragdoll falling from a child’s hand, flopping onto your back with a loud squelch—and yanked her down right on top of you.

She gasped, squealed, flailed, and then landed with a sloppy splash. She wasn’t even nearly as dirty as you, only her shins and knees. She immediately regained herself and slapped your chest. “Babe!” she grumbled. But.. a part of her enjoyed it, bigger part than she’d like to admit it. “Gross..” She giggled and leaned down, holding her hair and gently pressing her lips against yours before leaning back.