Meteor Shower A+ x5,000! I have no words! I'm so proud!

Pete's eyes sparkle in the fading light. You've always loved his eyes; hazel with golden flecks. When he looks you in the eyes you get butterflies- but not in a nervous way. In a happy, cheerful way. This could be a song...you shake your head. Daydreaming again.

The sun is sinking lower and lower into the horizon. You and Pete were hoping to catch a meteor shower, which is one of the things on your bucket list. You were glad that you were going to watch it with the love of your life. You are snuggling with him on a blanket in a field, away from all the city light pollution. There's only two other couples, which happened to be your best friend Phoenix, with her boyfriend Luke, and Pete's best friend Patrick, with his girlfriend Cleo. Phoenix and Luke were busy making out behind a bush, and Patrick and Cleo were harmonizing. You and Pete, however, were calmly waiting until 12:00am when it should start. Pete was going on about how it was the 'Lyrids meteor shower', and you were playing with his hair. It was so soft...it was silky like, well, silk. You knew Pete liked it when you played with his hair, even though he said he hates it. You giggle to yourself.

"Y/N. Stop playing with my hair! I hate it!" Pete groans.
"No you don't, you're lying!" You reply.
"Well if you're going to play with it, at least do something productive! Braid it or something!" You and Pete cracked up.

You hear Pete gasp, and it brings you out of your reminiscing party. Pity.
"Y/N, look! It's started!" You look up to the sky, and sure enough, it's started. You stare in awe as the meteors fly through the sky. Pete takes your hand, and starts pointing out constellations. You love it when he does that. It's so cute when he says the wrong name purposely and pokes you in the stomach. You hear a sound coming from behind, and you see that Cleo has gotten Patrick to put her on his shoulders. You poke Pete and gesture backwards.
"You wanna do that?" He asks. You nod. We stand up and brush ourselves off. Even laying on the blanket didn't help getting grass all over you. You two stand quietly for a moment, trying to figure out how to do this.
"Uh, Patrick?" Pete asks after a little while, "How did you...do...that." Pete points at Cleo.
"Oh, just kneel down, have her get on your shoulders, and stand up. It's kinda hard, though, so don't die." Patrick replies.
"Okay, here goes nothing." Pete says, kneeling down. You get on his shoulders, and he cautiously stands up. There was a moment when you were falling backwards, but you saved yourself by grabbing Pete's face. Charming.
"Hey, Cleo!" You say.
"Hi!" She replies.
You see Phoenix and Luke break apart, and look over. Phoenix says something to Luke, and a couple seconds later, Phoenix has joined the, uh...high party? NO. The...something party. You give up trying to come up with a better name. Phoenix squeals as Luke tickles her feet, and Luke laughs.
"Guys, you should try this! It's hilarious!" Luke suggests. Pete looks up at you, because that man is a gentleman. He won't do anything to you unless you give the go. Unless it's kissing you while you're talking, because that's just his thing. Or tickling you until he kisses you. He realizes that tickling you is on the list of things he can do whenever he pleases. He reaches up to your feet, and tickles them. You shriek.
"Peter!" You exclaim.
"What?" He replies, innocently.
You giggle. "Stop it!"
He whines and draws out the word, "No!" Patrick and Cleo seem like the only sane ones there, but then Cleo reaches down and boops Patrick on the nose over, and over again. He rolls his eyes and goes with it. After about 20 'boops', he reaches up and starts booping her nose too. Strange couple, they are.
Pete looks up and says, "Don't you dare start booping my nose..." You boop his nose twice just to annoy him. He rolls his eyes, and continues to tickle your feet. You all play around like that until you realize that the sun is rising.
"Pete," you laugh, "we stayed up all night." Pete laughs. You love it when he laughs. It's like...clouds. All fluffy and soft.
"Congrats!" He says, still laughing.
"Hey Pete!" Luke calls. "Why don't we show these lovely ladies what the water feels like in that there pond?"
"Why, that's a grand idea!" Pete replies, formally. "Sir Patrick, are you joining us?"
"Why yes I am, Sir Pete!" Patrick answers, continuing the fake formality. Before you, Phoenix, or Cleo could get off your date's shoulders, they slowly run to the pond, and walk in. Then Pete pushes you off, and Patrick and Luke follow, pushing their dates off as well. When you splash into the water, Pete turns around, wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you close. He kisses you slowly, yet meaningfully. When you pull away to breathe, you see that Patrick and Cleo, and Phoenix and Luke are making out. Well. You look back at Pete, and he nods to the car. You silently agree. You were just gonna leave the couples making out in a pond.

Wow. That's a weird sentence.