Orange and purple clothed, the teenagers walked home in peaceful silence. The blond was named Kenny, and the black haired goddess beside him had been deemed Wendy. It was a pretty name, befitting of his vision of her. The ebony haired girl thought similarly of him; Golden locks made a frame around his face, one seldom revealed, and it reminded her of some holy deity she had learned long ago- not one she could recall, but still fantastic all the same.
Though the silence was heavy it was not unwelcome, for it was unexpected of such a comfortable stillness in the air around them. One was normally plagued by promises of the future, the other with Death's hand every present against his throat. These thoughts would not linger for the unfortunate pair though, for the world always seemed at peace when they were together.
Kenny had been walking Wendy home from their first official date, just a little picnic by Stark's Pond as they escaped from the chaotic mountain town in search of graceful harmony, and he was sure things had gone perfectly- the smile on her face, partly hidden by her scarf, was evidence enough, though the sparkle in her eyes was another hint.
Suddenly, tiny droplets of rain began to fall from the sky, a steady drizzle uncommon to their area. Normally it was all snow in their humble little mountain town, and for the rain not to have frozen before falling back to the earth was an unexpected- yet pleasant- surprise. Kenny turned his head to say something about the weather, the way the lights of the town reflected in the water, but stopped short. Wendy was looking up towards the sky in slight befuddlement, blinking a few times in confusion, yet with a small smile all the same. Kenny wasn't sure why, but with his eyes locked on his lover's face, the rain seemed to make her look even more appealing- the way the water rolled down her slightly darkened cheeks and how her lips curled into a grin, one now released from the scarf's grasp.
"Beautiful..." He muttered quietly, the word sliding out at a louder volume then he had expected. Wendy seemed to snap out of her trance at that, her eyes flicking down from the clouds to lock with his sky-blue gaze.
"Hm?" She inquired absently, her face darkening another shade, this time from embarrassment and not from the cold. She felt slightly guilty, having submerged herself in thought instead of paying attention to her date.
She was about to ask what he had said when she was stopped, his orange covered mass pushing her back a few steps. She let out a confused stammer, about to question his actions or perhaps make some snappy, yet lighthearted, remark, when a warm pair of lips gently glided against her own. They were chapped yet somehow soft to her, skilled in the department of "rough" yet gentle all the same, and they radiated warmth through her like no other.
Kenny then pulled back, a small dust of pink sprawled across his face as well while he stood back. "Sorry," he stammered out, reaching a hand upward to scratch anxiously at the back of his head. "You just looked too beautiful not to kiss..."
Wendy blinked up at him, her mouth failing to put forth a response, though her face was now beet red. Kenny was sure he had upset her, ready to turn and make haste in the event of an attack, but was surprised when she reached up and grabbed his brown jacket strings, pulling him down to give him another quick peck.
"Same goes for you, then." She muttered, pulling back to loop her arm through his.
Both, now beaming and blushing, began to make their way back to Wendy's home, eager for their next date- and the next time it would rain.