We lived in different ends of the city, she took one bus home, I took another heading a different direction. The ride home was long and short at the same time, zoned out thinking about her and missed my stop. When I got home I started texting her and we talked for hours. For some reason I was laying on the kitchen floor talking to her when she started telling me about these guys that were hitting on her on the bus, she said that she told them she had a boyfriend, and was thinking of me when she said it. We spent the rest of the night texting to the wee hours of the morning before finally calling it a night.
The next morning it was official. We were a couple. No words were said, none were needed. I saw her in the morning sitting in the hallway waiting for me. As soon as she saw me she got right up, gave me a hug and grabbed my hand. We walked over to our group of friends and sat down, her sitting in my lap. The bell rang eventually and was time for class, we got him, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and off she went. On lunch it was pouring rain outside, but her and I went out anyway. There was an empty 7/11 down the street from the school where we went to sit. We sat against the wall, watching the pouring rain as the cars drove by. We ended up siting there for hours, missed period 4 and 5. We realized it was 4pm and school was long since over, we had to run to catch the bus. We got up and on our way, I grabbed her hand and stopped her. We had stopped, standing in the parking lot in the pouring rain, staring at each other. She wrapped her arms around my neck, mine around her waist and I kissed her for the first time.
Since then the rain had always been our thing, we'd get up in the middle of the night to go lay in a field in a thunderstorm, it was glorious.
We were together for 2 years without any issue, I had mostly moved in with her and everything was awesome, her mom became a second mother to me and she accepted me as her son and I was really happy. Things at my own home were very rough, I had(have) an abusive alcoholic for a father, with 2 younger brothers and a mom who works all the time because my dad's unemployed. So having her family accept me meant a lot, I had a place where I felt home.
However this is where the good times end. Things got rough from this point on. Will upload a part 3 if people want it, but from here on out the story gets depressing.