The sky was grey, brooding. Clouds were gathering overheard, pregnant with water. The air was humid, thick, almost greasy.
Cameron was reading on a bench in the park, cross-legged and oblivious to the world. He gnawed on his lower lip, and idly brushed dark hair from his face as he leaned over his book. He was supposed to be waiting for a blind date here. And well, what better to do while you wait than read? Or so thought Cameron. He slipped his hair behind an ear, and then sighed at it slid out again, blocking his vision.
He growled at a little, frustrated, and looked at his watch. He should be here any minute. Cameron dog-eared his page, and slid it into the pocket of his tattered messenger bag. He'd decided just to wear what he always wore, not really sure what they'd be doing. Anyway, they were meeting in a park, where could they be going that involved pulling the one button down shirt he owned out of the back of the closet? Still, he hoped he wasn't underdressed.
He looked around, figuring maybe he'd see his date walking up to him. 'Course all he really knew about the guy was that he was blond, gay, and a "nice guy," whatever that meant. Well, and that his name was Simon. Cameron's friends had described him in so much detail it was sickening. He almost wanted to blow the whole thing off, and just go home and read.
"Oh Cameron, it'll do you so much good, you need to get out more, be more social," He parroted, his voice sarcastic. "I'm glad you agreed to do this, Bumlets, I know you get lonely being single with all us coupled people!" He knew they meant well, which was why he'd agreed, but honestly. You could go a little far.
"Uhm, excuse me?" A voice came from in front of him. Cameron looked up and flushed, embarrassed for having been talking to himself out loud.
"Yeah?" He asked in answer, looking questioningly as the blond in front of him.
"Are you Cameron? I think I'm supposed to meet you here." Cameron blinked. Well, this was an enjoyable turn of events. His date was actually good looking. Cameron looked him over, took in his shaggy blond hair, thin figure, and the glasses perched on the end of his nose.
"That's me. Simon, right?" The boy, Simon, nodded, and pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. Cameron held out his hand. "Friends call me Bumlets. You're welcome to if you like. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Simon replied. I've always been fond of the name Cameron, anyway. You can call me Simon. Or Dutchy. Don't ask, long story." They shook hands and it started to rain. Cameron looked up at the sky, and snorted. This boded well. Good thing he wasn't superstitious. Cameron wrinkled his nose and the rain sped up.
"Ugh, rain," Cameron sighed, "just what we need."
"Are you crazy?" Simon asked him. "The rain is awesome." It was raining harder now, the fat droplets soaking right through their clothing. It fell like a sheet, a thick blanket of hard wetness. Cameron shivered, and Simon tilted his head back to catch the rain in his mouth. Simon turned then, and grinned at him, before grabbing his hand. "C'mon," he said, "let's go for a walk." Cameron shook his head, wondered where he'd gotten such a crazy date, and went along with it.
They walked, and chatted, and pretended that the rain wasn't there at all. The conversation was pleasant, and Cameron found that he was enjoying himself. And that they were still holding hands.
The rain didn't seem to want to let up. Cameron looked up, and saw a sky as oppressive as ever.
"Doesn't it bother you when your glasses get all fogged up and wet in the rain?" Cameron asked suddenly, not even sure why it had occurred to him.
"Well, no, not really. I've gotten used to it. I mean, I've has glasses since third grade, and it's rained plenty of times since then. It's kind of cool sometimes, like looking through a windshield when you're sitting in a car in the rain."
"Normally, I hate the rain. Actually, I have sort of a love-hate relationship with nature in general. I mean, I respect it for being there, and it's sort of useful, but I'm not really an outside sort of person. I'd much rather curl up on the couch with a book, than be out in the rain."
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Cameron started, realizing what he'd sounded like.
"Oh, nothing to be sorry about. It's worth it for the company." Cameron smiled tentatively at Simon, who returned it.
"Oh, look! Gazebo!" Simon pulled Cameron off, and Cameron rolled his eyes again. Cameron was surprised that he was as comfortable as he was. Usually it took him awhile to get used to someone before he could really relate to them. This time, it seemed, something had just...clicked. Maybe his friends had known what they were doing after all. I'll have to thank them, he thought to himself, grudgingly.
Cameron kneeled on one of the benches in the gazebo, his wet clothing puddling around him, and looked out. Sheltered from the rain, he could really see the park. Everything was glistening through the wet sheet of rain, and the grass looked so green. Even the concrete sidewalk looked cleaner. Cameron was startled as Simon sat down next to him, leaning closer.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his hair, darkened by the rain, falling over his glasses. Cameron just nodded, and leaned forward, and kissed him. Simon smiled and pulled back. "Hey I asked if I could kiss you, not the other way around."
Simon leaned over, threaded a hand in Cameron's dark hair, and pressed their lips together again.
It was a nice way to end an unexpectedly good day. Cameron thought to himself, Okay, maybe I should get out more, and smiled against Simon's lips. The rain wasn't so bad after all.