Y/n's POV:
Ugh. It was raining! I had plans. Of course the weather gods and goddesses had to ruin everything! "Y/n? Come on, move from that position already! You've been staring out the window, watching the rain plop and make puddles for like, 30 minutes, and cursing the weather gods," Blaza told me. "But there's nothing to doooo," I whined. "Y/n, there's surely a way we can be productive and make something out of today," Blaza tried to convince me. "Oh? I'm sure you had plans, too," I scoffed. "Actually, I checked the weather. I knew today was gonna end up with rain, so I didn't bother to get out my planner," Blaza laughed. The way he laughed... It was actually really.. Cute. Agh, what am I even doing? Snap back to reality!
"What can we do, then, Einstein?" I asked jokingly. "As much as I am flattered that you have given me a, uh.. Nickname relating to the most intelligent person that has ever walked the Earth, I am going to ignore that and focus entirely on your sarcastic tone," Blaza joked. I rolled my eyes yet again and ignored him. I kept staring at the window and now the raindrops were making "Plip.. Plop... Plip... Plop..." Noises on the roof of the house. "Seriously, Y/n. Let's do something," Blaza asked. And then, as if on cue, the rain actually stopped! "Oh, good! The rain stopped! Bye, Blaza, I need to go to the supermarket to get some cookies for Meme!" I told him. "AND SOCKS FOR ME!" Socks yelled from his room. "THE SUPERMARKET DOESN'T SELL SOCKS, IDIOT!" Blaza yelled back at him. "Although, if they did I would drop you off there..." He added. I giggled at his joke and grabbed the car keys and opened the door. "Bye, Y/n! Stay safe!" Blaza called from inside. I nodded and started the car.
I didn't bother to bring a sweater, or anything. It was cloudy, no rain. In about 5 minutes, I pulled up to the supermarket parking lot. "Ugh.. Where are the available parking spaces?" I wondered aloud to myself. Then I finally spotted a car that seemed to be leaving its spot! Perfect. I waited patiently but after a while, the car stopped, the person inside got out, and began to walk to the entrance of the supermarket. I sighed, and accidentally hit my hand on the wheel. The guy in front of me suddenly got very mad. "HEY! I'M TRYING TO FIND A SPOT, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED," He yelled at me, after opening his window. "I'm sorry, sir! It was an accident!" I yelled back, opening my window as well. "Oh, my voice IS deep? And just because I have a short haircut you're assuming I'm MALE? Off with you, disrespectful young lady!" The lady yelled at me, closing her window. I sighed, wishing this day could be over.
When that LADY finally found a vacant parking space, and that seemed like forever, I found a car leaving, and parked there. "That was a lot of work. Wow, this place is PACKED today!" I thought. I headed over to the "Pastries and Sweet Treats" section of the market, and searched for the cookies. "Ah! There. Meme's favorite brand and flavor," I thought to myself. I headed over, about to grab the box when... Let's just say I encountered that lady again. "Hey, back off, missy! I saw this first, and it's the last of these babies!" She yelled at me. "Look, ma'am, I'm not looking for trouble. I've already caused a few.. Minor mishaps earlier today. I'm just trying to get these for my friend because it's his favorite food. May I PLEASE have the cookies?" I begged. Hey, I even said "please." I only use that word when I'm trying to impress Blaza with my traits of being classy, good mannered, and sweet. "Aw.. That's so cute! But I don't care! These are mine, mine I tell you, MINE. And 'minor' issues? Try MAJOR," the lady yelled. Whatever. I wasn't looking for another fight with this woman. I casually just walked away, looking to see if they had something else to get Meme.
I wandered around the "Pastries and Sweet Treats" area for about 10 minutes when I finally found some sugar cookies, and it included a recipe for "the delicious, melt-in-your-mouth, fresh from the oven cookies from heaven." I held it in my hands, and walked to the cashier. There were quite a few long lines, but I wasn't surprised, considering this place was more crowded than an Ariana Grande concert. There was only one line with only one person there, but she sure had tons of stuff. Oh, and it was the lady from the "Cookie Crisis" and the "Parking Problem." I sighed, and walked to the line where she was. Okay, the other lines were long, and they had very long lines. And a few people had many stuff. I was going to take my chances with this lady. I sighed, and readjusted the way the sugar cookies were in my hands. The lady looked behind me, and scrunched up her nose. Probably thinking, "Ugh, her again." I didn't mind it. Other people's opinions are invalid, unless they're compliments. Of course, that's how life works. She looked ahead of her again, but then looked back, staring at the single item I had.
"Hey, little Miss, would you like to go in front of me? I've got a load of stuff, and I heard it's gonna rain soon," she offered. "Oh, my gosh, thank you!!" I was so grateful. Guess you never judge by a first impression that quickly. Or a second impression. She moved back, and I stepped ahead of her. The cashier looked up at me, and just stared at the circular container of cookies I was holding she raised her eyebrows and kept staring. "Kid, put it on the cashier conveyor belt..." She grumbled. "Oh! I'm sorry," I apologized. Man, was I stupid! I put it on, she scanned it, and asked, "Would you like your item in a bag?" I shook my head, and she handed it to me. "Thank you!" I thanked her. She didn't reply, giving her full attention to the woman standing behind me that was so kind to give me her place in line. Then it began to rain. Hard. It was literally DOWN POURING. I sighed, looked for my keys in my bag, but I couldn't find it. I kept digging in there, but there was no key, or even key shaped thing to be found. I found my car, which was the car everyone shared. I plopped the sugar cookies on the roof of the car, and after a solid 20 seconds I finally found the keys!
"Laff would've definitely killed me if I lost the keys..." I thought. I pressed the unlock button, but the car didn't beep like it usually would if you unlocked it. I tried again, but it still didn't let out a sound effect. I pulled the driver's door handle but it was locked. "Um, excuse me, miss? This is my car," a young guy, who looked like he was in college told me. I looked up, embarrassed. "OH! MY GOSH. I AM TERRIBLY SORRY. You see, our cars look just.. Identical, really! I'm sorry, get on with your day!" I babbled like an idiot, grabbing the cookies off the car roof, and trying to make my leave. "I understand, no need to feel embarrassed. I've done this a couple of times before as well," the guy laughed. Then we both laughed together and then I waved goodbye to my actual car. I opened it, put down the sugar cookies next to me, and drove off. I was soaking wet! "Who could've known it'd start raining again? I thought that lady was kidding!" I thought to myself.
After what seemed like an hour but in reality was 5 minutes, I got back to the house where... Blaza was waiting on the doorstep for me. Aw. "Y/n! You're soaking wet. Here, take my hoodie," Blaza offered, zipping down his hoodie. "No! You don't have to do that. I can manage. Keep it," I refused. Wasn't it kind of embarrassing for the guy you like to give you his hoodie, when you're soaking wet and a fool? "No, Y/n, I insist," Blaza argued, draping his hoodie around my shoulders. It was really warm with the jacket, and it seemed... I guess, better wearing his hoodie? I got a sudden feeling of comfort from that and.. I loved it. We just stood in silence before Blaza spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.
"So... I've always had a little dream of dancing in the rain with the girl of my dreams," he began. "Oh?" I asked, intrigued. "As if he would ever ask you to dance," I thought. I just bit my lip while Blaza just stood there. "Um... So what say, care to dance?" He asked me, extending his arm out. Wow.. I was the girl of his dreams! I was so happy to be with him, ballroom dancing while down pouring. Well, not exactly down pouring. Instead of the heavy, bullet like raindrops, flying down to Earth, the rain had softened up, and was making little sound effects that didn't bother anyone. I took his hand, and he pulled me close, nearly making me faint on the spot. We heard yelling from outside but we didn't even care. The sound going on in there was weak compared to the melody in both Blaza's and my heart. "How do we do this?" I asked. "Just follow my lead," he instructed. "Well, if I had to follow his lead, then I'm gonna have to look at him. I looked up, at his beautiful brown (IDFK HIS EYE COLOR SPARE ME) eyes, and they looked back at mine. "Okay, so we just waltz around."
And I followed his lead. He stepped to the right, I stepped to the right. Pretty soon, I got the hang of it and it was like one of those romance movies set in a high school prom. He waltzed all around the front yard, and I did that as well, like a prom king and queen duo. Then he twirled me around, and laughed, "Dip," dropping me down, holding me in his arms. He gently pushed me back up, and he made this little, well I guess you can say "bridge" with his arm. He didn't even need to tell me what I needed to do. I bent down, going under the bridge and giggled a bit. It was so nice.. Sharing this moment with Blaza... He dipped me down again, and leaned in. As if TO KISS ME! "Alright, you two, break it up!" Laff suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Laff! Uhh..." Blaza stammered. "W-We were just um... Rehearsing?" I lied, actually thinking it was convincing. "For what, lying to the British man?" Muffin joked. "Muffin, please tell me you weren't standing there this entire time," Blaza practically whispered. "Oh, I wasn't standing here the entire time!" He claimed. "We all were!"
"Heard yelling? Yeah, that was Nadwe and his squeaky toy voice screeching, 'I'm too young for this! I'm too young for this!' And Muffin yelling at him saying, 'They're ballroom dancing, idiot!' 5-year-olds are weird, aren't they?" Socks snickered. "We're not five!" Nadwe argued. Blaza and I just stared at each other, blushing. "So! Blaza! When are you getting yourself a girlfriend?" TBVG nudged him. "Shut up," Blaza muttered. Then he took my hand while Socks and Nadwe were having a frivolous debate about wether him and Muffin were in kindergarten or their first year of high school. He quickly speed walked to the side of the house, and I followed.
"Listen, Y/n, I really like you. Ever since the day we've met. You're really sweet, nice, amazing, and much more. I really love you, and I'm hoping you return my feelings to me?" He confessed. "That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I mean, calling me your dream girl, lending me your hoodie, dancing with me.. You're amazing. I think you're the perfect guy for me, so yes, I return these feelings," I smiled, while blushing. "Oh, I'm so grateful," Blaza laughed. We both blushed for a long time before he took my hand again and escorted me back to where chaos was really escalating. This time, Tbh and Nadwe were fighting.
"No, shut up! People acknowledged MY birthday more than they acknowledged YOURS!"
"YOU shut up, Nadwe!"
"Wow, gottem."
"I literally like, tower over you. I could squash you like a bug!"
"And I could slap you into tomorrow like an angry Karen to your mom!"
"What the hell was that?"
"Actual good roasts! You wouldn't understand."
Tbh and Nadwe kept bickering endlessly, with the rest of the group excitedly watching them. Blaza and I then went inside and sat on the couch. "Hey... Blaza?" I asked. "What's up?"
"Umm... I think this is a bit big to ask, but can I keep your hoodie?"
"Of course. I have tons more."
"Whoa, thank you so much!"
"No problem!"
Now this would help me forever be reminded of this perfect day. "Hey," he snickered. "Let's lock 'em out." I nodded, crept over to the door and locked it. "I'm done with you guys! I'm going back to watching the Garlic Phone videos we did for.. Uh.. Nostalgia!" We heard Meme yell. He attempted to open the door but it didn't work. He twisted the doorknob the other way, but it still didn't work. "Y/N! BLAZA! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" Meme yelled angrily. Then we heard the sounds of the door being pulled at, and that's when Blaza and I decided to run upstairs. We ran up the stairs, laughing at our little shenanigan to piss everyone off. On top of that, it started raining! It was all HILARIOUS! Blaza and I just sat next to each other in his bedroom, and blushed. "Um.. You return my feelings to me?" He asked quietly. "Of course! Who wouldn't like a guy like you? Kind, funny, smart.. Cute," I giggled. He blushed and turned as red as a tomato. We both just looked at each other, gazing into each other's eyes, all lovey-dovey.
Then we heard the door get busted down and swung open. "YOU FUCKING BASTARDS BETTER RUN!" Meme yelled from downstairs, already rushing up the stairs to kill us. Blaza and I stared at each other, eyes widened. "If we go down, we should go down together," I chuckled. We both smiled at my little joke, with Meme banging on the door. We both laughed and were enjoying the company. That was a perfect little moment between us! He rested his head on my shoulder, and I blushed for what seemed like the 1,000th time today, but went along with it.
THEN MEME GOT A FUCKING CHAINSAW AND KILLED THEM- /j
Word count: 2520
I WAS LITERALLY CRINGING WRITING THIS I SUCK AT WRITING ROMANCE NDNNDDND-
BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT ANYWAY- HAPPY NEW YEAR