You can image, the car ride is pretty awkward. I'm torn between starting a conversation or just shutting the fuck up, before I say something stupid and ruin everything. It has to be showing pretty badly for Oliver, who has to watch the road the entire time, to notice my distorted face. Or maybe he was watching me, who knows...

“Are you ok? You seem to be, a little bit bothered?” he asks worried. Well, I guess my problem is solved then. “Oh, no! You just solved it!” I answer with a smile, before realizing what I just said. “A-ah, I see...” he returns, blushing too. “Oh nonono, I didn't mean it like that! … maybe.” “MAYBE?” “AHH, just waTCH THE ROAD!”

I feel like... this happened before. I sigh. “You're unbelievable.” I say, rubbing my temple. “Oh I'm sorry,” he pouts, making me laugh. “Ohh, looks like someone thinks I'm that funny, huh?” he teases while trying to poke me, still looking at the road. We both laugh a bit before his expression turns somewhat nostalgic.

I look at him a little bit confused. “Something wrong?” I ask curious. “Well,” he starts, “it's just, being with you makes me feel so...” being stuck finding the right words I finish for him. “Complete.” his eyes grow wide as he looks at me, but quickly turns his head back to the road. You can't hide your blush, I already saw it.

He smiles again, “that's what I mean.” We both simultaneously work our way to the armrest with our hands. His warmth really is something. I can feel it running up my arm, to my heart, and from there to my entire body. It's a nice feeling. It brings me back to my childhood. I close my eyes with a smile, slowly drifting away to sleep, still holding his hand.

There was once a boy I met, long ago. It was at a big tree, with lots of flowers. They all had a beautiful pink color, falling down when the winds blew through them. It was the day they began blooming.

I sat below it, watching its flowers fall like rain above me. I closed my eyes and smiled. I was ripped out of my pleasant slumber when I heard a voice. “Hey, who are you?” I looked around and got a glimpse of a boy.

Right at that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew lots of flower petals between us, making it hard to see him. When the wind laid down and the flowers all reached the ground he was gone. I just couldn't help but feel a little empty inside.

That was until I heard that voice again. “Hey, who are you?” Behind me? I quickly turned around to see the exact same boy, looking more breathtaking from up front then from afar. I blushed without realizing. “Ah, your face is so red! Do you have a fever?” he said while putting his hand on my forehead.

The audacity! “W-w-w-w-what are you doing?!” I cried out with embarrassment. “What? Just checking your temperature!” he replied with a smile that made my brain go to mush. “I-I'm fine, thank you,” I reassured him, dusting my clothed off, because I sat in the dirt.

“Ok,” he said plainly, “but you still haven't told me who you are!” he continued with a smile. I fiddled with my fingers nervously. What have you gotten yourself into Diana?