**I am using this title in another fanfic, I have no imagination :D!! Anyways, on with the story.**

No no no no no no no! I chant in my head as I run home. I was trying to beat the rain from getting me, which wasn't working very well. Huge droplets of water fell onto my black hair, soaking down to my scalp. I mentally slap myself for not leaving Dave's house sooner. Ugh, I hate getting wet!

A door opened on the street I was on. I groan in head, hating my current situation.

Y/n L/n, my kismesis, was standing outside, waving me into her hive. I reluctantly go towards her, the rain going through my sweater. I shiver as I enter the house. I slide my soaked through shoes off my feet and Y/n hands me a blanket. I nod in acknowledgment in the act of kindness, not wanting to set her sarcastic mood off.

"Good thing I saw you, huh?" She walks into her kitchen, a kettle on her stove. "I remember you told me you hated the weather changes." She, someone who hates me, remembers my conversations with her? Unlikely, she probably just saw the state I was in.

"You gonna talk anytime soon? I thought you were Loudmouth McShouty."

I bristle at the nickname Dave coined for me. I hate it just as much as I hate Earth weather.

"AND I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME, SEEMS WE WERE BOTH FUCKING WRONG."

A pause in her rhythm made me contemplate what I said. Y/n turns to me and looks at me with thoughtfulness. She shook her head and placed two tea bags in separate cups.

"I used to, at least. Times and moods change."

"OH? THEN WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT? ENDING THE KISMESIS AND BEING A RANDOM COCKSNIFFER IN THIS HORRIBLE LIFE?" I snicker at my own insult and wait for her reply.

Her e/c eyes looked in a faraway place, her hand holding the scalding cups. She hands one to me and I huddle inside the blanket with my tea.

"Yes."

What?

I look at her, a little shocked. She was cooling down her tea by adding an ice cube. Y/n smiles at me softly.

"I don't like hurting you and I know you don't like hurting me."

That is true. I dislike the forced hatred, the heated sessions that leave us breathless and tired. I hate the way that kismesistude was to be.
She walks over to her living room and sits among the couch. I sit there too, on the other side instead of next to her. The rain softly hits the roof of Y/n's hive and it made a calming atmosphere.

"I want to sleep." Her voice was soft and light, not something I usually hear. It felt nice to hear and her face was calm, so beautiful compared to the scowl and smirk that I see on the regular.

"THEN SLEEP." I open up the blanket and she crawls beside me, but not before putting down her cup. Y/n winds her arms around my torso, her head lying against my thigh. I pet her hair slightly, my hands weaving between strands of silky h/c hair. Her eyes flutter and drop off, making me feel sleepy as well.

I think about her words before dropping off, though. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and trusting with me and not at all like the Y/n I know, makes me want to just lay with her. Cuddle her. Not hurt her verbally or accidentally physically (I didn't mean to punch her, she scared me with a Chucky mask!). I wouldn't mind breaking the kismesis.

I kiss her forehead lightly before snuggling up to her. She sighs in relaxation and comfort and I hold her close to me. The blanket is warm from body heat, the air is pungent with the smell of tea, and the rain makes a rhythmic sound on her roof.

I fall asleep to a perfect, beautiful beginning to a loving relationship.

**Sorry it's so short, I had a few troubles while making this. I hope everyone has had a good Easter, a nice Good Friday, or a nice weekend if you celebrate Easter!**