PETRIGROF (Simon Petrikov x Betty Grof)
The picnic had turned into a disaster. The forecast pranked them and, while they were enjoying their meal, a big gray cloud covered the sun and let its charge fall over the green land. There were lots of trees to hide under, but smart as they were, they knew it was a very bad idea to do so. They rain was hard and it barely let them see in front of them. The blanket did little to keep them dry. Finally, after two minutes that seemed eternity, they found some sort of small cave to hide in.
"You have to be kidding me!"
"You said that four times already, Betty" said Simon, panting.
"This is so messed up! It was supposed to be a great perfect day but now it's raining!" she exclaimed before sitting against the rocky wall and hide her head behind her knees and arms.
"It's not so bad, Betty" he tried to comfort her.
"It's really bad!" a muffled scream from her. "And you know it"
"Well, yes. But… we still can eat here!" he said optimistically. "Just let me bring the… wait, where's the basket?"
"We let it behind because we ran off carrying only the blanket to cover ourselves, remember?"
"Oh, mother" he muttered, but then heard a soft giggle from his girlfriend. She considered funny how often he censored his own curses. "At least we are together"
"Inside a cave" she complained.
Simon sighed, it was going to be difficult to cheer her up and he had no idea how long the rain would take to go away.
Betty kept complaining internally about the weather forecast, the forecast's guy and his ugly ducks tie, the actual weather outside and about herself for not bringing an umbrella. She was kinda relieved Simon didn't try to cheer her up anymore but after a while the silence in the cave became uncomfortable and eerie.
"Simon?" she called, popping her head out of her arms. She looked around and, even with the lack of proper light, she realized his absence. She got up and walked towards the entrance. "Simon, where did you go? Simon! Sim-! Simon? What are you doing out there?" she asked, baffled.
The antiquarian was standing outside, just in the middle of the rain, unaltered by it. And even when it wasn't as heavy as before, it was still constant.
"You know I always loved the rain"
"No, you love to watch the rain fall, inside your house"
"Well, I get to experience it at its fullest now"
"You are crazy, Simon" she said, leaning on the side of the entrance with crossed arms and amused by his craziness.
"Come with me" he said, extending his hand at her.
"You are not just crazy, you lost your mind"
"We will be crazy together" he said with tender voice.
Betty sighed. "I suppose we will" she said as she walked towards her boyfriend.
They folded their hands and got closer; their hair was soaking with water that ran down to their faces and shirts. "We are getting wet" commented Betty.
"We are getting wet together" added Simon.
"We are going to get sick"
"We are going to get sick together"
"Stop saying that!" said Betty playfully. "Seriously, if I get sick I'm going to kill you"
"It's an activity we can do togeth-"
"Shut up!" laughed Betty, punching Simon's chest and embracing him. Simon leaned in and kissed her, caressing her wet face.
"Bad day to put on a white shirt" commented Betty.
"Lucky day for me" said Simon before screeching at the pinch in his arm.