"I knew I didn't like the way those clouds looked when we got out of class," Sidney groaned when she felt the first drop of rain fall upon her head as she and Billy walked home together. "Why did we decide to walk home?"

Billy grinned at her. "What? Are you afraid that you'll melt on the way?" He asked, unable to refrain from laughing when she shot him an affronted look.

"Did you just call me a witch?" Sidney demanded.

"Of course not, Princess," her boyfriend breezily said once he composed himself.

Sidney rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she huffed.

"You are so pretty when you're angry and so easy to tease."

"Why am I dating you again?"

"Because I'm irresistible and you just couldn't stay away from me."

"Or maybe I'm just stupid and I was fooled by your good looks."

"So you admit that you find me irresistible!"

Sidney shook her head fondly at him. She loved him, but he could be such an egomaniac.

The rain began coming down faster and Sidney was about to break into a near sprint when she felt Billy clasp her elbow, halting her movements.

"What the—?" Sidney whirled around to glare incredulously at him. "What are you doing? We need to go before it becomes a torrential downpour!"

"Dance with me."

That brought her up short, all of her struggles instantly ceasing.

"What?"

"I want a slow dance with you."

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"In the rain?"

"Yes."

Sidney stared at her boyfriend with a completely dumbfounded expression, searching his face for any sign that he was joking, but she found none. He was serious.

"Come on," Billy said, that charming smile etched into his face as he pulled her close to him. "Let loose a bit, Sid. Forget that it's raining, forget that we have to go home…just live and dance with me."

"There's no music," Sidney breathed. She could feel herself melt as her body pressed against Billy's. She still thought the idea of slow dancing in the rain was, while romantic, completely crazy. She was sure that this could only end in one of or both of them getting sick by tomorrow. And yet the idea was so appealing that she couldn't find herself caring too much about that.

"We don't need music when we have the rain," he replied smoothly.

Sidney smiled and shook her head at him, fighting back the urge to laugh.

"Come on. I know that this is something you've always wanted to do but never did because you didn't want to get sick from it."

"You do realize that if we do this, we're most likely going to be sick afterwards?"

"Yeah, but what's a fever and a few sniffles when we're making memories in the rain?"

This time Sidney laughed, her head tilting back a bit. The sound was loud and full of light and it made Billy's heart swell with affection.

"Okay, okay, fine, you win. Let's dance."

The blinding smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat. His smirks were sexy and made her heart race. His grins were mischievous and made her laugh (or groan, depending on the situation), but his smiles, his genuine smiles that covered his face when he was happy, were her favorite. Billy was always handsome, but those truly joyful smiles made him even more attractive in her eyes.

Billy wrapped an arm around Sidney's waist while she placed hers on his shoulder. Billy set the pace, leading his girlfriend and establishing a nice rhythm.

Slow dancing with the rain falling around them, Sidney felt like a princess in her favorite fairy tale getting her happy ending with her prince. Similarly, for a proclaimed bad boy, Billy danced rather elegantly like a gentleman. He watched their feet so neither accidentally stepped on the other, held her appropriately with his arm loosely wrapped around her waist and her hand up to the side with their elbows bent and their fingers laced, and gently swayed them as they moved from side to side.

"How do you know how to do this so well?" Sidney asked.

"I do pay attention to your chick flicks," Billy replied with a grin as he twirled her before returning to their original stance.

She laughed. "You must be a natural talent," she teased.

Billy shot her a wolfish grin. "You don't know just how talented I am, baby," he retorted, delighted in the blush that coated her cheeks at the innuendo.

"You are too much."

"But you love me," he said as he dipped her like they did in the movies.

"Yes," she said softly as he bent his head to press a loving kiss to her lips. "Yes, I do."

In the end, they did get sick, and both of them had to spend a week recuperating from the head colds that inevitably result from being outside in the rain in wet clothing for longer than necessary, but Sidney found that she didn't care.

It wasn't fun being confined to her bed for seven days and having a sinus headache from hell while her makeup schoolwork piled up, but she still didn't regret listening to Billy and slow dancing with him in the rain.

To the Prescott girl, slow dancing and kissing in the rain were two of the most romantic things that a couple could do during their relationship, and she and Billy did both. It felt good being able to share such a special moment with him, to be the Princess for that hour as they rocked to the soothing beat of the falling water.

She told him that much when she met him later at her window when they were well enough to go back to school the next morning.

"So, you're really not mad at me for getting you sick?" He asked with a nervous smile.

She shook her head, a reassuring smile of her own pulling her lips up at the corners. "No, and for two reasons. One: it was my decision, too. It wouldn't be fair to only blame you when I could have been firmer in my refusal," she answered.

"And the second reason?"

"Dancing with you and being able to live out the best parts of a love story that you see in my chick flicks, as you call them, was worth being miserable for a week."

Billy's nervous smile turned into a happy one. "Really?" He asked.

Sidney leaned in to kiss him. "Really. I love you, my Prince," she whispered against his lips.

"I love you more, my Princess."