It's a Love Story

"Are you ever seperated from your guitar?" she asked.

"Only when we were on the plane," he laughed.

She laughed and nodded. "If you were able to have it on the plane, would you?" she asked.

"I would," he smiled. "I like playing my guitar."

"Will you play it for me?" she asked him.

"Sure," he said happily. "What do you want to hear?"

she shrugged as she walked into the park. "Surprise me."

He smiled and found a bench. He sat down and pulled out his guitar. After tuning it, he began to play.

"She's my kind of rain
Like love in a drunken sky
She's confetti falling
Down all night

She sits quietly there
Black water in a jar
Says, Baby why are you
Trembling like you are

So I wait
And I try
I confess like a child

She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain

She's the sun set shadows
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreaming tree
Together in this brief eternity
Summer days, winter snows
She's all things to behold

She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain

So I wait
And I try
I confess all my crimes

She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain

She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain

She's my kind of rain
Oh, rain on me
She's my kind of rain
[From: http://www.musicbabylon.com]"

Lilli smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "That was beautiful."

He smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. Are you sure you don't have any requests," he asked with a chuckle.

She shook her head. "Not unless you do Taylor Swift songs." she chuckled.

"I can't, but I know someone who can," he smiled.

She smiled. "Who?"

"Cassie and our cousin, Anna," he smiled.

She nodded, smiling. "Maybe later."

He nodded. "Do you want to play," he asked, offering her his guitar.

She smiled and slowly took it. "I don't think I can..."

"Sure you can," he smiled. "Just strum. You don't even have to hold the cords down."

She nodded and held the guitar,strumming the pick down the strings. She smiled and did it again.

He smiled. "See? You're a natural."

She shook her head. "Not as natural as you are."

"I've had several years of practice," he chuckled.

"I can't play music. I can draw." she said, though he already knew that from them talking on the internet so much before this meeting.

He smiled. "that's right. Am I allowed to see your masterpieces," he asked.

She nodded, smiling. "I thought you'd never ask." she said, pulling out her sketch book and handing it to him while she messed with the guitar a bit more.