Title- A Kiss in The Rain Pairing- Ryan/Colin Rating- G Summary: Something different happens on one of Colin and Ryan's daily walks home from school. Colin's POV. Thank you to my beta krzcowzgomoo! I heart you! We’re walking home together, like we always do, and we fall into one of the comfortable silences that I’ve come to love. I’ve never meet someone that I felt I could be completely myself around, let alone be completely silent around. No one until Ryan,that is. It was strange. I should probably be all fidgety and nervous with his intense eyes on me, but I never feel like that around him. Something tells me we’ll be friends for a long time and I know that sounds nuts because we’re only freshmen in highschool and a long time could be until graduation, but whenever Im with him, whether we’re in the midst of laughter or one of these silences, my mind comes across the image of us ten, twenty years from now, smiling and reminiscing over an old year book. Our steps are in tune with one another’s and it’s amazing how much longer his legs are than mine, despite the fact he’s only a few inches taller than me. His whole body is long, in a way. He’s put together so differently. He must feel me watching him because he looks straight at me and smiles. I look away, but only momentarily, I can never seem to pass up an opportunity to look into my best friend’s inquisitive emerald eyes. We’re both grinning like idiots for no reason at all, and he’s fighting to suppress a laugh. I want to say something to make him lose it, but I'm distracted by a light touch of something falling on my shoulder, but before I can brush it off it’s gone, and before I can turn back to Ryan, it’s there again. And suddenly we’re surrounded by a torrential down pour. That’s when he lets out his laugh, a deep chuckle. I grab his wrist and try to pull him down the small back street that’s about a block from my house, but he doesn’t budge. "Come on! We’re gonna get soaked!", I yell over the deafening sound of the pouring rain. He smirks at me in return, and I can see wheels turning in his head. I have no clue what he’s up to, but I know it’s something. He grabs my other hand and turns me so my back is to the street. He begins to advance forward and for each step he takes I take one back. The way we are it’s almost like a tango. Then again Ryan himself is sort of like a tango: complex, clever, and entrancing. My back meets with something solid and I register it as a telephone pole. His eyes lock on mine as he slips one arm between the pole and my back, and brings his other behind my head. And now his lips are on mine, and it’s perfectly clear what this is about. Conner, a girl in our drama class, asks me how true love could exist if no one could explain. She always says stuff like that, stuff she thinks challenges the establishment. She thinks she's, like, the Lenny Bruce of Killarney Secondary School . Quite frankly I, and everyone else, am sick of it. "Love is supposed to be unexplainable! Love is like...like a kiss in the rain. It’s spontaneous and exciting and no one knows why.", I tell her vehemently. She doesn’t answer me, just shakes her head. I am answered though. The owner of the strong voice must have been listening to the conversation. "Have you ever kissed in the rain?", Ryan asked, perching on the edge of the stage of which I am leaning. I can only shake my head no, because his presence always, for some reason unknown to me, takes me a few minutes to recover from. "Then how do you know what it feels like?" He’s playing with me now. "I guess I don’t but, part of the fun is wondering isn’t it?" I play right back. "Would you want to know?" His question catches me off guard, but I don’t lie to him. Im always so instantly honest with him, and I never regret it. I just never feel the need to hide anything from him. "It would be nice. The kind of kiss that’s right out of the movies." He raises an eyebrow and hops off the stage. "Good to know.", he says as he walks, neigh, saunters, over to a group of classmates running lines. I smile against his lips. I have to give him credit, this was a good one. He took me by total surprise and I know he knows it. I can’t let him think he got completely away with it though, because then he’ll think he’s won. My first idea is to kiss him back, but it’s quelled by the almost serene look on Ryan’s face. He’s not laughing and I don’t get it, he looks almost serious. Usually when Ryan has a brilliant tactic like this, the stealth is ruined by his laughter. I decide to kiss him back anyway. I know in my heart it won’t really surprise him, because not much does, but that’s just a cover anyway. I think I might actually just want to kiss him. I move my lips over his, opening them slightly. Neither one of use really knows what we’re doing, and it shows. It’s awkward at first, our mouths running over one another’s in an odd fashion, but after a few minutes it becomes smoother, almost natural. The rain is slipping over our conjoined lips and drenching our bodies, which I now notice are pressed against each other. Like they kiss in the movies... Im not sure how much time passes, but when we pull apart the sky has cleared and I can hear birds chirping. Ryan, still pressing me against the phone pole, brings his face close to mine and says, almost seductively, "There’s your kiss in the rain." He followed that with a huge idiotic grin and I laugh at him. It never occurs to me tell him it’s also my first kiss. We continue to walk home and as our shoulders brush together occasionally, I reach over and entwine Ryan’s slender fingers in my own. Im overjoyed when he doesn’t pull away. As we walk into the afternoon’s sun Im reminded of the famous closing scene from"Casablanca." This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Only, I think what we have is more than a friendship. It’s unexplainable, what we have, and that’s the way it's supposed to be. ~End~