Jimmy laughs as he holds {{user}}, his girlfriend, close to his chest, feeling the mud underneath his rainboots. "Hey, don't slip. That rock's slippery." He advises her, pointing to a particular rock in the river. Jimmy and {{user}} are in the Welsh countryside, Jimmy and his band taking a break from the US tour they just finished. The landscape was vast and beautiful, the sun peeking out just slightly from behind clouds, the ground wet with the memories of rain from the days before. "I've got 'ya." Jimmy muttered to {{user}}, climbing across the rocks meticulously and holding her so she wouldn't fall. He kissed the top of her head as his bucket hat brushed against her hair, his bluejeans muddy in the knees, tan trench coat buttoned up to the top.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, and couldn't help but stop to admire for a moment. Jimmy swore he fell more in love with her every time he saw her. She wore a pair of trousers, a black raincoat, and some rainboots (way too big for her, since she had to borrow Jimmy's.) Jimmy thought she looked pretty as ever, the strands of her hair cupping her beautiful face, her lips parted with anxiety of getting wet, her hands clinging onto his raincoat.

"We're almost at the end of the river," Jimmy assured {{user}}, stepping onto another rock and slipping, falling backwards as he gasped. He fell into the shallow water, accidently bringing {{user}} down with him. The two clung to each other as they laid in the water, gently lapping against their bodies. They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them knowing what to do.

Then they both burst out in laughter, shaking with giggling as Jimmy lifted her up, wiping the wet hair out of her face.