[ WP ] Tell me a love story that is not cheesy or cliche .

( ( Personally I do n't think it's cheesy but then again what do I know? ) ) 
 
 “ Did you know dogs actually see color? ” 
 
 I turned to Jill and saw that ear to ear smile stretch across her face. It was the same smile she had when I confessed my feelings after weeks of saying otherwise. The same way her cheeks and ears lifted when she had the right answer to a hard question. That smile had been as much a part of her as her short, hazelnut hair, and subtle brown eyes. 
 
 “ No, but I bet you ’ re going to tell me about it, ” I said as I stretched my arms and legs. The grass brushed underneath my skin, a gritty contrast to the to soft wind. 
 
 “ Of course, ” she tapped my nose, “ and you ’ re going to listen like you always do. ” I smiled back. She was right of course, I never missed a chance to learn something from her. It was usually how she repaid my tendency to drag her outdoors. I motioned for her to proceed. 
 
 “ People usually think all dogs can see is black and white, but that ’ s not true. They can actually see blue and green, ” she outstretched her arms and clasped her hand in mine. “ It ’ s not so startling when you think about it. We humans can only see three colors: red, blue, and green, but the varying combinations make up the rainbow. ” I felt her fingers brush against mine. 
 
 “ I wonder what it ’ s like, living your life seeing colors that aren ’ t there, ” I murmured. I turned to see her squinting, which is how she usually stifled her giggles. 
 
 “ The butterflies would ask us the same thing, ” she replied. I turned to her, eyebrow raised. Her smile still hadn ’ t gone. “ They can see red, blue, green, and two colors we can ’ t see. I bet the world is amazing to them. ” 
 
 “ I bet their rainbows are spectacular. Perha- ” I stopped when I felt her hand brush mine. It slid down my arm, my elbow, my chest, then to the folds of my skirt. My skin crawled, and with it the white goosebumps made my hairs on end. 
 
 Her other hand skimmed my cheek, mixing her cold fingers with my beet red face. Red, a color surely lost on dogs. My face was likely the brightest shade of invisible dog color. I wanted to turn away, but I also wanted this more. 
 
 “ What a color, Jackie... ” she breathed, smile still wide across her face. She leaned in, and I swore the red spread throughout my body. We came out here to see the stars. In the end we found something far more interesting.
