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[rafael angel vega]

Thunder ripped through the sky, rain instantly starting to fall harder than it had been two minutes ago. Running through the rain, a young boy leaped off to his destination, hopping a fence and landing on the grass like he had done this before. Truthfully, this was routine for him, ever since he started dating this goddess, he'd been sneaking out here almost every night. It was never for long, sometimes only to say goodnight to her or to try to convince her to sneak out. The later never actually worked, she always shook her head at him and waved him off. It made him smile how adorable she was, how her innocence shown through as bright as day. He was younger than her, by a few years, two actually, well three until his birthday in a month. He never thought he could land a girl like her, they were such opposites that he never saw something like this ever working out. So far, things had been successful, he'd won himself a few dates, did the whole flowers and being a gentlemen deal. He just wished he had more to offer to her, but thus he'd come here on a whim of his family, no house, no money, no car, no nothing.

The rain beat down on him, soaking his long hair so that it was sicking to his face. He'd been told so many times that he should cut it, but truthfully it gave him more character, that's what he thought. Looking up at the well-lit window, he narrowed his eyes, picking up a few pebbles from the ground and tossing it against the window. This was so cliche, he felt like he was in some old movie, and this was some kind of romeo and juliet stuff, but he figured he'd have no such luck. He took one look at the tree next to him, and before he knew it, he was halfway up it. "Kayla..." He said in a whisper, peering in the window. The rain didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon and if she wasn't going to come out with him, he was coming in. A troublemaker, that's just what most parents called him, sometimes he was even called a brat. Lets just say Rafael never had the best of luck, not even in his home country. Back in Spain, his mother, sister, and father stayed, only having enough money to ship off their son. They wanted him to go to high school, learn a few things, he respected their wishes and knew his sister would join him soon enough. He didn't do much thought on that though, his accent was still heavy now, and Kayla still took her chances with him.

There were so many ways that he could describe this girl, but loving and caring were two of the main ones. She had a big heart, Raf befriended her right from the start, never once made a pass on her until she seemed like she was interested. He was lucky for her to agree to go on that first date, he spoke about his past with her, spoke about a whole bunch of things, her big family and all. As time slipped by, he felt like... he was falling for the girl, and rather hard. Though they were two different people, him being the troublemaker, and her... the innocent angel. He didn't know how to put this into words, the fact that he was finding himself in more and more love with her, he didn't want to let her go. The time would come though, when she'd get tired of him or just move on, that was certainly one thing his older sister warned him of. Raquel taught him everything he knows, from conning people out of their sandwich to living on his own. Though he had parents, they never really stayed around for long. In Barcelona, his father was a doctor, and his mother... well she had a drinking habit, so lets just say they weren't the finest of people to be around. So, he was happy to be here alone, he figured out all the sleeping spots in Arietta, and even learned which places to steal from where he wouldn't get caught. He warned Kayla before she agreed to go on that first date that he was bad news, like right now as he was trying to get her to sneak out with him. Getting back to that, he was still perched in the tree, running a nervous hand through his soaked hair to get it out of his face. "Come on Kay, it's cold." He whispered loudly, making sure no other lights in the house were on as he sat on the branch. He pulled the sweatshirt closer to him, knowing it wouldn't help all that much but he was fine. If she wouldn't let him in, he'd try to get her out, which would be more work but kissing in the rain always sounded romantic.

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[mykayla michelle trent]

A light smile graced her lips as Mykayla peered out her bedroom window. There was little daylight left, but the sky had just been lit up by a strike of lightning, it being followed by a loud clap of thunder and the rain still steadily falling. Kay loved the rain, and loved a good storm. There was something so powerful and beautiful about them, and they just mesmerized her. The blonde peeled herself away from the window, though, going to her dresser and picking up her hair brush. It was getting late, the rest of her family already having gone their own ways in the house, winding down and getting ready for bed. Amy was probably in her room chatting on the phone with Zoey or another one of her close friends, gossiping about this or that and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Hunter would be leaning over a book, either reading something of his own choice or something for one of his college classes. Either that or slowly putting more things into boxes as he was planning on moving out and into his own apartment very soon. Kade and Jared had already made that transition, both of them moving out just a little under two years ago and leaving the younger Trent siblings at home with their parents. Mykayla really didn’t mind it, though. She was content in her life right where she was, her last year of high school under way and going well, her family all safe and happy, and a certain boy that had a tendency of making Mykayla’s days brighter just by being around.

Everyone around the young blonde warned her to be careful with Rafael Vega. Mykayla was so sweet and kind, and they mostly worried about the younger troublemaker taking advantage of her or finding some other way of breaking her heart in the end. Maybe Kay was a little too trusting, always trusting a person until given a reason not to, but Raf was just a different kind of boy than she had ever met before. He had such a story to him, real character and all the little things that were different about him intrigued Kay more and more as she had gotten to know him. Rafael himself had told her that he was trouble, but Mykayla hadn’t cared. She was willing to give him a chance to prove that he could be more than that, and so far she hadn’t been disappointed. He was sweet and kind, and she loved being in his company, loved how they were able to talk and talk for hours without ever running out of things to say. That young man was what made her smile now, her putting down the brush in her hands after having smoothed out those blonde locks or her with it. Then she fixed the form fitting t-shirt she had put on with a pair of sweats that she had to roll down three times to make fit around her slender frame, her more comfortable clothes she owned and preferred sleepwear before turning and heading for her bed, crawling in and pulling her blanket up around. Kay then reached for the book on her nightstand, Jane Eyre, and began reading from where she had left off the night before. She must have been there for an hour or more, the rain still pouring outside as she read page after page, never expecting an interruption like the one she was about to have. Her heart nearly gave out on her when she heard her name, her eyes widening as she looked over at her window. She could have sworn she had just heard her name, and the whispered voice had scared her to death. But…that didn’t make sense, did it? Surely she was just hearing things, but all the same she put her book down and slowly got out of bed.

That’s when she heard the voice again, and it suddenly dawned on her who it was. Kay rushed over to the window, opening it only to see Rafael sitting outside on the branch of a tree. “Rafael! What are you doing out there?” She was surprised, but somewhere in her mind she knew that she shouldn’t have been. Raf was always sneaking to the house late at night, but this? “You’re getting soaked!” Her voice was just about a whisper, knowing that the other members of her family were all asleep by now and not wanting to draw their attention to this. It was probably his plan to either come in or try to draw her out there, but Mykayla certainly didn’t see herself climbing out that window. Inviting him in would present a whole other world of issue even if it would get him in out of the rain.