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~Joise
Vriska POV
"No."
"Come on!"
You shift your weight and lean against the door frame. "John, I was right and I am not going out in the pouring rain."
"Please! I have an umbrella!" He gestures to the umbrella above his head.
"No." You stand your ground and end up shivering slightly at the cold wind. Why would anybody want to go on a picnic in this weather?
"I told you I had a plan, right?" He says while pulling his collar up against the breeze.
You shrug your shoulders. "Ya, you did."
"Then give me a chance."
You glare down at the hand he outstretched. When he says no more you lift your glare to his face, but your features soften when you see his begging eyes. His blue eyes no longer sparkle in excitement, instead they beg for your trust.
His hand trembles a little bit as he breaks your stare. His slightly bucked teeth nibble at his lower lip as he drops his head and starts to lower his hand. You can't help yourself, you grab his hand. You can't stand to see that defeated look on his face.
He looks up in surprise. First at your hand, then at your face. You still have the same unamused expression, but his face lights up anyway.
You raise your finger and point at him. "You better have one damn good idea or I'll-"
He doesn't wait for you to finish as he pulls you out into the freezing rain. He pulls you close to him to save you from getting wet. He pulls your door closed and sweeps you off the door step.
The idiot pulled you out before you could even grab a jacket, so you wrap your arms around yourself and hurry to keep up with him. He moves fast through the rain, creating a small splash of sullied ground water each time his foot hits the pavement.
After a block of speeding through the rain, your sneakers are soaked, your hair is damp, and you can feel the wind in your bones. John notices how your pace slows down and wraps an arm around you. "We're almost there."
"Arg," You shrug his arm off and quicken your pace.
He sighs and picks up his pace to take the lead once again. You keep your head down and follow him for a block or so before you look up and recognize the scenery around you.
"John?"
"Vriska?" He mimics back.
You let out a frustrated sigh, "Why are we at the school?"
"You'll see!" He chirps.
"John," You warn.
"Yes?" He replies cheerfully over his shoulder.
"Tell me where we are going."
"You'll see!" He insists.
You stop in your tracks and scowl, "I am cold, wet, and annoyed. I want to know why I am still standing in this freezing rain."
Stopping he turns around and smiles at you, "Well, that's because you aren't walking under the umbrella!"
You are not amused by his shenanigans. You hold up three fingers, "By the count of three I want you to explain to me why I shouldn't just turn around and walk right back home."
He laughs slightly and focus in your glare at his overly happy blue eyes.
"One," You take a step closer to him, "Two," You shake two fingers at him and take another step threatening him with your glare. You take a breath and give him a chance to answer, but he just stands there smiling, "Three," You say flatly as he suddenly closes the space between you and presses his lips against yours.
John Egbert, the dorkiest kid you have ever met, just made the first move. You are utterly shocked. You don't kiss back. He obviously dosen't understand how this works.
He pulls away looking slightly confused, but you don't let him get far before you yank his jacket collar, pulling him back towards you. It's his turn to be shocked as you roughly press your lips against his. He's awkward and lets you take control of the situation. Good boy.
He gasps as you run you tongue along his lips, letting your tongue slip into his mouth. You feel raindrops on top of your head as he drops the umbrella and wraps his arms around you waist. He melts into you as your tongue explores his mouth. You let him relish in the feeling before you pull away leaving him wanting more.
You pull out of his grasp and laugh at the dumbfounded look on his face. He has a smudge of your blue lips stick on his lower lip, but decide not to tell him.
He blinks a few times before stuttering out a "Wow."
Shaking your head you lean down and pick up the umbrella, "We were going somewhere?"
"Umm, ya," He takes the umbrella and starts walking again.
He doesn't say any thing again as you start to walk around the school and you can't help a small smirk from playing on your lips. It's been a while, it's good to know you've still got it.
As he starts looking at the doors along the backside of the school you try asking again, "What exactly are we doing?"
"You'll see." He mumbles as he eyes a door and tries it. To your surprize it opens easily.
He smiles self accomplished and ushers you inside. You step inside grateful to be out of the rain. Looking around the room you see you have stepped into a big room, with chairs stacked and pushed against the wall, shelves lining the walls holding instruments, and a big piano in the front of the room.
"The music room," You find yourself saying out loud.
"Yep!" John says coming up behind you, "The teacher said I could come in when ever I wanted. I didn't actually think she meant it, but hey, the door was open!"
He walks over to a shelf and takes down a box. You watch as he pulls out a blanket and some mugs. He lays down the blanket and motions you over as he pulls out a thermos and some containers of food from his backpack.
"You really did have a plan," You smile as you walk over to him.
"Did you doubt me?"
"Yes," You state truthfully.
He laughs, "I don't blow the chances I get."
You know that wasn't directed at you, but you can't help your smile from fading. You sit down anyway and accept of mug of what looks like hot chocolate.
"Sorry, but unlike you I'm not a cook," He says as he opens some containers of fruit, vegetables, and sandwiches.
You shrug, "That's okay. This is perfect for a picnic," You kick off your shoes and lay back against the wall with your mug.
He examines your soaked clothing, then studies your usually calm face, "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You're completely soaked."
You shrug as you take a sip of coca, "Why do you think I took my shoes off?"
"I feel bad though."
"I'll tell you something," He cocks his head to the side slightly waiting for you to continue as you plop a grape in your mouth, "You only need to say sorry when I'm ticked. Any other time, it's usually not your fault," You smile and he smiles as well.
"Your smile is beautiful," He says scooting closer to you.
Your smile drops, "Flattery is another thing you only need to perform when I'm pissed; which is pretty often by the way, so you better save all the complements for then."
He laughs and shakes his head, "I can find many things to compliment you on, so don't worry, I don't think I could ever run out."
You feel heat raising in your face so you look away quickly, "Again, enough flattery."
"It's not flattery. I'm just stating a fact."
You look back at his earnest face. Wow, it's been a long time since someone has made you feel like this. Why was it so easy for him though? He didn't even try. It just happened.
"Whatever," You mumble as you reach for more fruit, "So why exactly are you allowed to come in here whenever you like?" You question trying to change the subject.
He smiles. Successful subject change. He stands up and grabs a keyboard from a near by shelf and sits back down.
"I spent most my time here freshman year. I've been playing piano since I was young, so I would come here and just play," He shrugs, "I guess the teacher became quite fond of me," He looks down at the keyboard, "Want me to play something?"
You shrug, "Sure."
You let your eyes flutter close as he starts playing. You don't know much about music, but the melody is relaxing and you like the feeling of his body next to yours. You crack you eye pen and see him looking at you.
"What, are you so good that you can play without even looking?" You remark.
"It's an easy song," He states.
"And you just can't get enough of me."
You smirk and he laughs, "What can I say? You're pretty cool," He looks back down at the keyboard probably to hide a blush and after a moment he speaks shyly, "You know, that was my first time."
You laugh, "Ya, I figured that," You lean forward to see his pink cheeks, "But with a little practice you wont be half bad."
He turns his head towards you in surprise and take the opportunity to award him with another kiss. He responds a bit better this time, though no matter how easy of a song he was playing, he stops the instant your lips hit his. He seems to like it, so you deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. He slowly mimics you by brining his arms to wrap around you.
You stay like that for a while, guiding his lips and teaching him things you learned long ago. He's the first to pull away though, red in the face and out of breath. During your kiss you moved slightly so you are some what in his lap and you decide to get more comfortable by pulling yourself into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You sit and place small kisses along his jaw line as he catches his breath.
After a moment you hear him murmur, "Where did you learn how to kiss like that?"
"My old boyfriend," You state truthfully as you continue to put kisses around his face.
"So you had a boyfriend where you came from?" He more states than asks.
You reply anyway with a mumbled, "Ya."
"Did you love him?"
This question makes you stop. You're not going to lie to yourself or John. You're pretty sure at one point you did love that idiot.
It doesn't matter anymore so you let the whisper slip past your lips, "At one point, yes."
You feel him tense and you can't help yourself. You're going to regret it, but you pull away slightly, grip his shoulders and sweetly smile.
"You don't have to worry though. He's dead now."