Michelle put on white t-shirt and black jeans and went out of room. As it turned out Michael was already waiting for her downstairs. They greeted each other and walked out of the house together.

"So..what movie do you want to watch?" He asked her while they were slowly walking to the movie theater.

"I don't know. How many movies have you got?"

"Oh, quite a lot."

"Well, then how about 'What's up, doc'?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "Have you seen it before?"

"No."

"So it's settled then." She grinned.

"Wait, it's not a horror movie, right?!"

"No, of course not. It's comedy mixed up with a bit of romance between Ryan O'Neal and Barbra Streisand. Trust me, you're going to love it. It's hilarious."

"Oh, ok then." He said smiling with relief written on his face.

Michelle noticed that and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why do you ask? Do you get scared when you watch horror movies?"

"No." He lied but when Michelle raised her eyebrows he sighed. "Ok, maybe. How about that? Maybe."

Michelle laughed.

"Don't worry, it's fine, a lot of people get scared watching horror movies."

"Do you?" He asked and she immediately shook her head.

"Nope, I find horror movies very boring actually."

Michael turned to look at her with his eyes wide open in shock.

"You've got to be kidding me! Are you for real?!"

"Of course! And if I have to be completely honest, I think using hi-tech effects to scare people is getting a bit overrated." She shrugged with a smile.

He rolled his eyes shaking his head.

They finally reached their destination and entered in. She gasped, her eyes widening.

"Wow, this place is huge and is so beautiful." She said traveling around it with her green eyes.

"You make yourself comfortable and I'm going to put in the movie." He said holding back his grin.

She nodded taking a seat on of the chairs in the back rows. He put in the movie and turned off the lights, then went back to the front and took a chair next to Michelle.

Michael couldn't help but sneak looks to Michelle when she'd laugh at certain parts of the movie and he thought how beautiful her face was with green eyes glowing in the dim light coming from the big movie screen. What he didn't know however was that when he wasn't watching she was sneaking him hidden looks too.

"That's all folks." Michelle said the words along with the pig from the Loony Tunes cartoon on the TV screen in the plane and the movie credits began to roll along with a song Barbra Streisand was singing.

Michael chuckled.

"You were right, the movie was really funny."

"I told you." Michelle grinned and turned to look at him. "What was your favorite scene?"

He thought for a moment.

"In the beginning when Judy pretended to be Eunice." He said chuckling.

"Mine's when they were in courtroom. The judge was so hilarious!"

And she laughed remembering the scene. He admired her smile and her laughter for a moment before went to stop the movie and turn on the lights.

"So..what are we going to do now? Because I don't know about you, but I'm not sleepy at all." Michelle asked a smile still plastered on her face.

Now with the lights on she looked even more beautiful, he thought, not realizing she was staring at him too. His curly mess of hair was loose and was falling down softly, making him so handsome.

"I don't know. Any suggestions?!"

"Do you happen to have playing cards or some dice?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I can teach you a couple of games my aunt and I used to play."

"Cards and dice? What did you play hazard or something?"

Michelle couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course not. If you play those games for money, they are hazardous, yes. But if you play them just for fun, they are only plain and ordinary way of keep yourself entertained."

"Uh huh." He said, still not quite convinced. "Ok, well let's go."

They went back to the main house and went upstairs.

"So we need one deck of playing cards and five dice. I'll be waiting for you in the room. Oh and also we need a sheet of paper and something to write with." She instructed him before walking into the room.

She changed into her Tom and Jerry themed pyjamas and sat on the bed. Soon enough Michael walked in dressed in red nightwear and the two set on the floor. Michelle explained quickly the rules of the first game that involved the deck of playing cards, so they put the dice away and began to play.

Michelle taught him three games, one with the playing cards and the other two with the dice. He learned quickly and won all the games.

"Not fair." Michelle protested. "You won all the games."

Michael couldn't help but chuckle.

"I guess I learn fast." He shrugged innocently.

Michelle nodded smiling while Michael put the cards and the dice away.

"What do you say to get to know each other now?" He asked her turning to look at her.

"How do you mean?"

"Let's just..talk."

He helped her stand up from the floor and they sat up on the bed.

"Talk?" She raised her eyebrows. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well why don't you tell me a bit about yourself and I'll tell you a bit about myself."

"I don't know.."

"Come on, please."

She sighed.

"Fine. But I don't know how to start."

"Why don't you start with the reason why you ran away from your home?"

"I already told you, that house ain't no home." She objected and then sighed. "Why did I run away? Well, I guess I couldn't take it anymore."

She stood up from the bed and walked over to the window, looking outside.

"I've had enough of all the shouting, the beating and the scandals. If I didn't want to go mad or do something reckless I had to get away as soon as possible."

"But if I hadn't stopped my car to offer you help only God knows what would've happened to you."

"I didn't care. And I still don't. I'd rather be dead than go back to live at that devious place." She sighed heavily.

Michael found himself lost for words. Michelle sighed and turned to look at him.

"What about you?" She asked.

"I love my family." He said slowly. "And my family loves me..in its own kind of way."

"That's good." She nodded approvingly and turned around to the window again.

Outside was already dark, but the moon or the stars couldn't be seen so that meant clouds had covered the sky. And soon enough the first drops began to bang on the window. Michael was looking at Michelle and saw the smile that appeared on her face the moment she saw the first raindrops roll down the glass. Before he could open his mouth to say anything though she was the first to break the silence.

"I love the rain." Michelle admitted. "It makes me feel like all my pain is being sucked out by the raindrops."

And she opened the window allowing some of the raindrops to fall down on her face and in her stretched hands. Michael couldn't help but think of how beautiful and yet a bit crazy in her own unique kind of way she was.

"I don't really like rain." He said after a while. "It only makes me feel..lonelier."

She turned to look at him.

"Why?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know."

She hesitated for a moment than walked over to the bed and grabbed his hand pulling him with her.

"Come with me."

Before he could ask her where they were going she pulled him out of the room, down the stairs and then out of the house. Realizing where this was going he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're crazy, you do know that right?" He teased her when they finally stopped under the heavy rain.

"Yeah I do. But you followed me anyway." She stuck her tongue out.

He only rolled her eyes causing her to chuckle. She stretched her arms and leaned her head backwards spining around.

"Come on, feel the freshness of the rain." She said not changing her position.

"I told you, I don't really like rain."

She lifted her head up again so she could look at him.

"Oh, come on, don't you feel how refreshing it is?"

"Yes, but it's also very cold and we should really get back in to the house."

"Nope, I'm not going back in yet."

He sighed and turned around to walk back inside.

"Mood killer."

He turned around to look at her.

"What did you say?"

"That you're a mood killer. Not only you didn't enjoy the rain but you killed my mood too."

With the corner of his eyes he spotted two buckets on his right side that he'd normally use for the water fights and that were now slowly filling up with rain water.

"Take your words back." He said with a playful smile.

"Or you'll do what?!" She dared him smiling too.

He moved too fast for her to register what was really happening and grabbed one of the buckets throwing all the water at her. Michelle screamed from the surprise then looked down at herself realizing she was soaked head to toe.

"You."

She tried to fake anger and ran towards him to take the other bucked but he blocked her causing her to bump into him.

"Move." She demanded.

"No."

Michelle walked around him grabbing the bucket and threw the water in his direction but he moved and it missed him. She threw the bucket into the ground frustrated.

"That's not fair!" She groaned pointing at herself. "I'm soaked because of you and you're completely dry."

"Not quite." He pointed up at the sky. "It's buckling down, remember?!"

She rolled her eyes sighing.

"Whatever."

And she turned around walking inside the house. Forgetting about her wet bare feet however she slipped on the slick floor causing her to falter backwards and before she was about to fall down she felt someone catching her. Looking up she saw his brown eyes staring down at her with concern. She felt his hand on the small of her back sending chills on her spine and her own hand was rested on his arm. For a moment that felt like eternity they stared at each other; green in brown. He then helped her up and finally let go. Redness rushed to the cheeks of both of them.

"Thanks." She said barely looking him in the eyes.

"You're welcome." He responded.

"Well uh, I need to get changed because I'm soaked, but I don't have another pyjamas, so.."

"Don't worry you can borrow one of my t-shirts."

"Thanks." She gave him a small smile.

They walked upstairs and she waited for him. He walked inside his room and after a couple of minutes he walked out holding a white t-shirt that he handed to her. She thanked him and walked inside her room to get a shower and get changed. After that she went to bed and before she fell asleep she thought about how the day had passed. She even caught herself thinking about Michael. His smile, his laughter, his brown eyes, his hand on her back.. She closed her eyes and sighed. What was happening to her? Why couldn't she help the smile on her face every time she thought about him? And why couldn't she stop thinking about him in the first place?! She sighed and tried to go to sleep.

It was too late at night to think about such stuff after all.