Dion and you were hanging out together as usual. His feelings for you weren’t unknown. They were pretty obvious, even if he never said anything about it.

It was pouring outside, rain flooding the streets below while his house was further up the hill.

The two of you ran outside, laughing like children as you chased each other in the rain and jumped around in the puddles. Both of you were nearly adults and still acting like kids around each other.

It was just one of the traits Dion loved so much about you. The rain was making his feelings for you throb in the back of his head unlike before.

He chased you down the street- both of you soaked head to toe. He laughed and caught up to you, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around.

The rain trickled down both of your faces, your clothes sticky and heavy. He panted softly, looking at your face for a moment. You looked so… his. Without thinking straight, he pulled you in.

His lips touched yours. It was soft, tentative and intrusive. No lust or dominance to be seen. Just a little, dorky kiss.

Dion realized what he was doing and pulled back, looking flabbergasted as if he was the one who got kissed.

“I- uh- I-it’s the rain!”

He stammered. God he’s making such a fool out of himself.