This is with one of my OCs, named Lizzie.

"Hey, Peter, you want to take a walk?" I asked my boyfriend.

"Since when do I not, miss Lizzie?" He smirked, bending down, pecking his lips to mine. He pulled his Union Jack blazer over his shoulders. I put on my favourite faded green cardigan. "You're too cute."

"You are too, Petey." I linked arms with him and strode off.

"Lizzie, if you could be anywhere in the world, where would that be?" He asked out of the blue.

"In your arms." It was cheeky and cliché but I was true."

"I mean, move anywhere." He quickly said.

"Ohh, okay. A beach in California. We could be alone. You could sail, because I know how much you love to sail. We could be surrounded by silence at nights, hearing the the wave crash on the shore. And watch the sunsets together." I planned everything out.

In a small chuckled at my enthusiastic ramble. "That would be nice." He kissed my lips, a spark ignited in between us, like every time. I felt something cold and wet hit the bridge on my nose.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF KEITH!" He shot his arms up in frustration, shouting a string of profanities up at the sky as it started to pour. I giggled.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, WOMAN?!"

I shook my head, smiling. "You." I grabbed the collar on his mod shirt into a fast paced and furious kiss.

"You sure know how to shut me up, girl." He chuckled, deeply. He held his blazer over my head as we walked home.