She felt a raindrop on her cheek. Looking up, she realised it was raining.
A normal person would have reached for the small umbrella in her purse, but she wasn't an ordinary person, no.
Instead, she ran out into the rain, embracing it like an old friend, her blue eyes sparkling in the darkness, a smile on her face, her arms wide open, her hair around her face like a halo.
And maybe her excitement was contagious, because when she held out her hand to her date, who was staring incredulously at her under the restaurant awning, a little wonderstruck, he had no qualms about joining her in the pouring rain.
She didn't care that her long, curly, dirty-blond hair, which had taken her best friend hours to style, was now ruined and limp and would take hours to dry, she didn't care that her charming blue dress (Which she'd borrowed from that same friend) was soaked, she didn't care that she was dancing in the pouring rain, nor the fact that she might catch a cold the next morning. Instead, she danced with him as if she hadn't a care in the world, because at that moment, all of them were forgotten.
He didn't care about those either. He didn't care that their best friend would probably freak once they got back, he didn't care that his expensive new pants were now soaked, he didn't care that he hadn't finished his homework, or that there was a quiz that he should be studying for at that very moment, and he certainly didn't care about the fact that he was breaking his goddamned curfew, and his overbearing and overprotective mother was probably going to freak when he finally got home.
He had stopped caring the moment he saw her face. Her face had an innocent, almost childlike smile on her face that didn't, shouldn't belong, but somehow, did. He knew, at that moment, that he would give up anything, anything at all, to make this goddamned moment last, to keep that look on her face forever, or at least long enough for him to embed in his memory, because she, she—his tomboyish best friend and date—was showing, revealing a side of herself to him that she never did before.
So in the deserted, dark street where all they had was the moon for company, they danced in the pouring rain, momentarily forgetting all their worries and frustrations.
She was Sam Puckett. He was Freddie Benson.
And they absolutely loved the rain.