Me and this boy, Max, have been going out for a year and we haven’t kissed yet. So we were in my room talking one day and I was saying how I always wanted a boy to kiss me in the rain. And he’s like, “Yeah sure, I guess that’s cool, but wouldn’t that mess up the whole thing, I mean the rain and all?” And I just rolled his eyes. So like two days later we’re walking home from my soccer game that we had lost, I was like REALLY sad and all I could think about was the game. “It was all because of the rain,” I said. “We better walk fast, it still is raining and if we don’t get home soon we’ll get sick,” Max said and then I stop and we looked at each other and I said “I don’t care about getting sick, all I can think about is the game,” And then, in the rain, he kissed me. Then he’s like, “I kissed you in the rain, are you happy?” “But why now?” “You weren’t expecting it were you?” We both smiled at each other and I said, “No, I wasn’t, thanks though.” “You’re welcome.” Then we walked home holding hands and smiling.