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Nancy hates the rain. She hates the smell of an upcoming thunderstorm and the sweaty feeling that comes with it. She hates the feeling of hair plastered to the back of her neck, how uncomfortable it all is. She hates when her sleeves stick to her arms and make them look skinnier than they already are. She hates it all.
Her feelings don’t change now, either. Everyone in the comfort of their own homes as the clouds spit out their treacherous beads of water. The murmur of rain through her car window is enough to send Nancy spiralling. If it was up to her, Nancy would be sitting on her fitted sheets, flicking through one of her magazines and enjoying the warm sensation of milky coco coating her top lip. Maybe she’d be watching TV or even playing some stupid boardgame with Mike that she’d lose horribly at. Instead, she’s driving twenty minutes to some random desolate parking lot all because Robin had called her frantic in the middle of the night and Nancy couldn’t bear to hear the distress in her voice.
It’s not like Nancy wouldn’t have driven late at night for any of her friends, because she would, raining or not. But Robin was different, she wasn’t like any of the friends she’d had before. She talked fast and used her hands a lot. She ran weirdly, zig-zagging as if she was being shot at. Sometimes when she thought Nancy couldn’t hear her, she’d hum some weird obscure song, drumming her fingers on any surface as she continued her melody. Though Nancy would never say it out loud, everything Robin did made her stomach knead and flop with anticipation; even now as she turns into the parking lot and sees Robin, hair slick with rain and clothes soaked. A sight for sore eyes.
“Robin?” She asks softly, rolling her windows down just enough to get a better view but not let any of the rain ruin her perfect leather seats, “are you okay? It’s 10:30 PM what’re you doing out here?”
“Nancy!” Robin pretty much yells, running wrinkled fingers through her hair to get it out of her eyes, something Nancy shouldn’t find attractive but does anyway. “Hey, yeah I’m sorry for calling so late. I was riding around and kind of got lost, so I had to find the nearest payphone to ring someone and I was about to call Steve but he’s probably out swapping spit with some random girl and I didn’t really want to be an annoying third wheel, so I called you. I hope that’s okay.”
Nancy hates that the sound of Robin’s voice makes butterflies erupt in her stomach, flapping their wings so hard she’s afraid they’ll fly out of her mouth. “Don’t apologise, I was just worried is all. Get in before you get a cold.”
“Actually, before I do, can you come out here so I can talk to you about something?” Robin asks and she’s nervous, Nancy can tell. She’s never been good at hiding her true emotions.
“Robin, it’s freezing. Can’t we talk in the nice warm car?” It’s more than just a light shower now, large pillows of grey bursting with heavy droplets. Nancy is about to protest more, repeat what she said about not wanting to get sick, but the look in Robin’s eyes pulls at her heart strings and she can’t help but frown a little.
“Please, Nance.” Robin pleads.
“Fine, but only for a bit, I can’t stand the rain.” Nancy rolls her eyes in mock offence, but pushes the car door open anyway, walking forward so she’s only at about an arms length away from Robin. She can see her expression clearer now, her eyebrows knitting together. It worries Nancy more than necessary, and for a second she thinks that Robin’s found out her secret, that she’s going to tell her to stop talking to her. Hate her forever. But Robin’s eyes show no sign of spite or hatred, just worry.
“Sorry, I just thought that making you go out here would make it easier for you if you wanted to walk away or something afterwards,” she looks up at Nancy for the first time, now it’s not just sadness in her eyes. It’s fear. “I just needed to talk to you about these… feelings I’ve been having recently and I totally get it if you hate me, or never want to talk to me again or something but just hear me out, okay?”
“I could never hate you, Robin.” The words spill out of her mouth before Nancy can stop them, but she doesn’t take it back because she couldn’t hate her, not even now. Not even when she’s drenched top to bottom in cold rain and her perfectly bumped ends are ruined.
“Yeah, well you might after I tell you this, but I have to say it. I like you Nancy Wheeler and try as I might, I can’t stop myself from liking you. Trust me, I’ve tried to convince myself that the feelings I have for you are purely platonic with a capital P, but I just can’t. It pains me to admit it even now, because I know you don’t feel the same and that’s fine we can just forget this conversation even happened unless you hate my guts now and never want to see me ag–.”
Robin’s cut short when soft lips press against her own and cold hands cradle her face. The kiss is sweet, short and full of nothing but unbridled love. It’s perfect.
“Woah, Wheeler.” Robin says, breaking the kiss and breathing hotly against Nancy’s parted lips.
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
Salty tears and water mash between teeth and tongue, Robin’s hands slide gingerly up Nancy’s waist as if she’s afraid to touch her. The rain doesn’t stop its torment, hammering off their leather jackets and darkening the pavement. But at this moment, Nancy doesn’t care. Not when she’s pinned against her car and Robin's wet torso. Not when her tongue licks Robin’s bottom lip in an attempt to deepen the kiss. And definitely not when Robin’s hands are making their way under her shirt and over the cups of her bra.
At this moment Nancy doesn’t hate the rain. In fact, she loves it.