As the rain poured down, covering everything, Shay Wilkinson walked alone through the mess. Her dark hair was soaked, and the bitter wind howled around her, chilling to the bone. Without a jacket or anything else to keep her warm she was left alone to keep the cold out, choosing to wrap her arms around her slender body instead.

Just an hour before, she had gotten into a bad fight with her parents, choosing to leave instead of sticking around to here her mother. But that had been before the rain had started, and now she had wished that she at least had grabbed her jacket or a sweater instead of venturing out in nothing but a T-shirt.

"I can't go back there." She said to herself, as she strolled into a park. "I can't." Sitting down on a park bench, she tightened her grasp on her body.

It was hard to tell what were tears and what were raindrops falling down her face, but she wiped both away just as quickly as they reappeared. And as she pulled her drenched curls away from her face, she leaned on her side and closed her eyes. Maybe if she could just get some sleep- maybe then she would feel okay. Just close her eyes and-

"What are you doing out here?" Shay's eyes bolted open and she looked up into the crystal blue eyes of her boyfriend, Carson Vickers. He was standing above her, an umbrella in one hand blocking out the falling raindrops. "Look at you," He dropped the umbrella and his arms wrapped around her soaking wet body. "What are you doing out here."

Even with the raindrops on her face, you could still see her tears. "I got into a fight with my parents." She sobbed. "I can't go back there."

He took her hand, and helped her up from the bench. "Come to my house, I'll get you something dry to wear." Helping her up, he kept one arm wrapped around her, trying to keep out the chill and the other hand kept the umbrella above them as they walked towards Carson's house.

The walk was short, and Shay explained everything that had happened at her house, with tears falling freely. When they had got to his house, he had shaken out his umbrella and taken her hand to lead her to his bedroom.

"What about-"

He cut her off. "My parents are out. Grocery shopping or something like that, come on. Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into something a bit drier."

And so they had gone to his bedroom, and she had sat on his bed as he had gone through his dresser looking for something warm that she could slip into. As he turned to walk back to his bed, her saw that Shay had already removed her T-shirt and was sitting on his bed in just her bra. Sitting down beside her, he handed her the clothes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, rubbing her shoulders in the attempt to warm up her cold body.

She smiled, and nodded as she slipped on his favourite T-shirt. "Yeah, I just needed to cool down."

"You sure managed to do that." He said jokingly. "You were so mad, you didn't even stop to get a sweater or jacket or something that might actually keep you warm?"

She sighed and looked down as she began to slip off her pants. "It wasn't raining when I left."

"How long were you out there?" He asked, taking her hand into his own, and tilting her chin so she looked into his eyes.

"Not that long."

He bit his lip. "Why didn't you call me? It would have been better then freezing."

She slipped on the pants, and put her shoulders to her chin and she sat back on his bed. "I didn't want to bother you."

Carson brushed her damp hair out of her eyes, and slowly grazed her tear stained face with his cheek. "You wouldn't have bothered me, you know that." He kissed her cheek lightly. "I love you Shay, you'll never bother me." And with that, she melted into his lips. His soft lips that told her that everything would be okay. And as they leaned back on the bed, they continued to kiss.

His hands moved along her smooth skin and they moved under the covers, continuing to kiss. But suddenly, they stopped.

"Can we just lie here?" Shay asked, as Carson held her in his arms.

"Of course." He answered, holding her tighter.

And so they layed back on the bed, Shay's head resting on Carson's chest. And it was as though the world was standing still; Shay forgot about her fight with her parents, Carson forget about finding her nearly asleep on a park bench, and they ignored the fact that his parents were going to be home in mere minutes. For that moment, time stood still and the world waited for them to say it was okay to move again.