Adrian's 1st Kiss

So here's a story in the not too distant past ...

About a boy, a girl and his umbrella. This boy had the biggest crush on this girl. The kind that makes you want to share your last party-pie with someone, no matter how messy it could be. Long after they first met, they started seeing each other - hopeful accidents at first. His favourite was drinking from the taps outside the girl's toilets, with the lines 'So what are you up to?' messily scribbled on the palm of his hand. He drank a lot that summer.

So hopeful accidents soon became tense casualness. He feared that she would soon etch the word 'friends' into his young heart. Understandably so for he was raised on formality and his grandpapa's motto of 'good things come for those who wait' And so he waited, but she never came.

Then one day, on an average Sunday afternoon. The boy was out buying pies when it started pouring rain. Being the ever cautious person, he always carried an umbrella. It was navy in colour and small enough to fit into his 'this is not a plastic bag' bag. And that's when he saw her. Drenching under the rain and running. Running away from him. Without thinking he ran to her, and their eyes met under his navy umbrella. He looked into the palm of his hand for something to say, perhaps it was a good thing there was nothing. And then he kissed her.

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