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The plot was requested too. I just worked around it a bit to give it some more action. :)She walked down the beach, her hair flowing due to breeze. She looked at her feet as she scuffed the sand with her sandals, sending a few stray pebbles flying into the air. A sigh escaped her lips as she stopped in front of the wide ocean in front of her. It sparkled against the last rays of the sun and absorbed the fiery red, soft violet and peach pink of the sky. It looked like it was taken from a Wonderland. A picture on a painted canvas. Something that would never fade. Something surreal. It was simply beautiful. 
But it would be even more beautiful if he were here.
She pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. It didn’t belong on the surface. It belonged buried under the thousands of other every day thoughts she had. It was no use remembering. She had to forget. At least for the time being. 
She bent down on her knees and ran her fingers across the water’s surface, sending a few droplets of water across the air. Two unwillingly hit her face. She tasted their salty taste on her lips. She welcomed their warn touch on her skin. They reminded her of him. She couldn’t count the number of times they’d gone on the beach together and he splashed her with water just for fun. She always told him to stop, but she secretly enjoyed it.
He would be back soon. Only a few more months. He was on tour. But that didn’t make it any easier for her. He was getting more famous by the millisecond, as it seemed to her. Each and every tour seemed longer. Each and every minute they spent together seemed shorter. He was more busy. She supported him. She knew it was his dream to do this. She’d known what she was getting into. But knowing that really didn’t make it any easier.
She stood up tall and returned her focus back to the sparkling surface of the ocean. It seemed as if a thousand hidden pearls were sparkling upon it. It was divine. It was out of this world. It was mysterious. It was stunning. It was beautiful. She couldn’t have asked for a better view.  
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The salty smell of the water hit her nostrils and sent a wave of relaxation and tranquility down her spine. She imagined a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. Someone’s breath on her skin, nuzzling his face against her hair, setting a soft and loving kiss on the skin of her neck. 
Her eyes shot open. She wasn’t imagining it. She swiveled around and turned around. As soon as she caught sight of the person standing opposite her she felt her breath hitch. Her heart rate quickined and her heart seemed to be hammering inside her chest. She could feel a slight prickling along her skin. Due to disbelief and shock, she guessed. 
There he was. Broad shoulders, forever messy brown hair, sparkling dark brown eyes, a smile plastered on his face, looking at her, scrutinizing her. For a moment time seemed to have stopped for her. She just stood there, looking at him. She was afraid to make a move as if he would disappear right in front of her if she did so. She never wanted to get so attached to someone, but she did. And that’s why she was so elated to see him standing right in front of her now in the flesh. Somehow Skype wasn’t the same. 
"Cameron," she uttered, finally regaining the ability of speech. "You’re here." 
He merely nodded. “I came back.” 
"You’re not supposed to be back until August." she said, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was here. 
He shrugged and came toward her. “I wanted to see you. So I cut the tour short.” He had said it in such a casual manner. As if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. She never completely understood him and she supposed she never would. But one thing she knew for certain. She knew that she was more than happy that he was here. Right now. With her. She didn’t care why or how he’d done it. He was here. And that was all that mattered.
"Did you miss me?" he asked her as he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Slowly, gently. He began leaning in and now they were so close that she could feel his breath intermingling with her own.
"I did." she said, not moving.
"I missed you too." he whispered as he pulled her in completely. She melted into his embrace, returning the kiss without any hesitation. It was sweet and slow. It wasn’t as passionate as some of the kisses they’d shared before, but it was tender. It had a sense of home to it. It felt like tasting your favorite sweet after not eating it for a few weeks. It was familiar. It was comfortable. And it was the only thing she wanted. She liked that whenever he came back things seemed to fall back into place. As if he had never left. That’s what she loved about their relationship. It was comfortable and yet new and foreign all at the same time.
He pulled away slowly and gazed into her eyes. She saw the happiness in his eyes. And she was glad that he was happy to see her, because she was happy to see him too.
Without any words needed to state the way they both felt, they turned to gaze at the ocean together. The ephemeral beauty just filled in on how wonderful she felt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder. They both gazed at the setting sun. Tomorrow was a new day. It was a different day. And it was complete for her. Because he was here. And she liked the feeling she now got. That feeling she always got whenever he came back. That feeling that he’d never left. It felt wonderful. And finally the beautiful picture of serenity she’d been gazing at before was now complete. He was by her side and they were both just happy. 

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The plot was requested too. I just worked around it a bit to give it some more action. :)

She walked down the beach, her hair flowing due to breeze. She looked at her feet as she scuffed the sand with her sandals, sending a few stray pebbles flying into the air. A sigh escaped her lips as she stopped in front of the wide ocean in front of her. It sparkled against the last rays of the sun and absorbed the fiery red, soft violet and peach pink of the sky. It looked like it was taken from a Wonderland. A picture on a painted canvas. Something that would never fade. Something surreal. It was simply beautiful. 

But it would be even more beautiful if he were here.

She pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. It didn’t belong on the surface. It belonged buried under the thousands of other every day thoughts she had. It was no use remembering. She had to forget. At least for the time being. 

She bent down on her knees and ran her fingers across the water’s surface, sending a few droplets of water across the air. Two unwillingly hit her face. She tasted their salty taste on her lips. She welcomed their warn touch on her skin. They reminded her of him. She couldn’t count the number of times they’d gone on the beach together and he splashed her with water just for fun. She always told him to stop, but she secretly enjoyed it.

He would be back soon. Only a few more months. He was on tour. But that didn’t make it any easier for her. He was getting more famous by the millisecond, as it seemed to her. Each and every tour seemed longer. Each and every minute they spent together seemed shorter. He was more busy. She supported him. She knew it was his dream to do this. She’d known what she was getting into. But knowing that really didn’t make it any easier.

She stood up tall and returned her focus back to the sparkling surface of the ocean. It seemed as if a thousand hidden pearls were sparkling upon it. It was divine. It was out of this world. It was mysterious. It was stunning. It was beautiful. She couldn’t have asked for a better view.  

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The salty smell of the water hit her nostrils and sent a wave of relaxation and tranquility down her spine. She imagined a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. Someone’s breath on her skin, nuzzling his face against her hair, setting a soft and loving kiss on the skin of her neck. 

Her eyes shot open. She wasn’t imagining it. She swiveled around and turned around. As soon as she caught sight of the person standing opposite her she felt her breath hitch. Her heart rate quickined and her heart seemed to be hammering inside her chest. She could feel a slight prickling along her skin. Due to disbelief and shock, she guessed. 

There he was. Broad shoulders, forever messy brown hair, sparkling dark brown eyes, a smile plastered on his face, looking at her, scrutinizing her. For a moment time seemed to have stopped for her. She just stood there, looking at him. She was afraid to make a move as if he would disappear right in front of her if she did so. She never wanted to get so attached to someone, but she did. And that’s why she was so elated to see him standing right in front of her now in the flesh. Somehow Skype wasn’t the same. 

"Cameron," she uttered, finally regaining the ability of speech. "You’re here." 

He merely nodded. “I came back.” 

"You’re not supposed to be back until August." she said, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was here

He shrugged and came toward her. “I wanted to see you. So I cut the tour short.” He had said it in such a casual manner. As if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. She never completely understood him and she supposed she never would. But one thing she knew for certain. She knew that she was more than happy that he was here. Right now. With her. She didn’t care why or how he’d done it. He was here. And that was all that mattered.

"Did you miss me?" he asked her as he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Slowly, gently. He began leaning in and now they were so close that she could feel his breath intermingling with her own.

"I did." she said, not moving.

"I missed you too." he whispered as he pulled her in completely. She melted into his embrace, returning the kiss without any hesitation. It was sweet and slow. It wasn’t as passionate as some of the kisses they’d shared before, but it was tender. It had a sense of home to it. It felt like tasting your favorite sweet after not eating it for a few weeks. It was familiar. It was comfortable. And it was the only thing she wanted. She liked that whenever he came back things seemed to fall back into place. As if he had never left. That’s what she loved about their relationship. It was comfortable and yet new and foreign all at the same time.

He pulled away slowly and gazed into her eyes. She saw the happiness in his eyes. And she was glad that he was happy to see her, because she was happy to see him too.

Without any words needed to state the way they both felt, they turned to gaze at the ocean together. The ephemeral beauty just filled in on how wonderful she felt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder. They both gazed at the setting sun. Tomorrow was a new day. It was a different day. And it was complete for her. Because he was here. And she liked the feeling she now got. That feeling she always got whenever he came back. That feeling that he’d never left. It felt wonderful. And finally the beautiful picture of serenity she’d been gazing at before was now complete. He was by her side and they were both just happy

Anonymous asked:

Your Cam imagine was absolutely amazing!! LIKE WHAT. I FORGOT I WAS READING A FANFIC FOR A BIT THERE. THOUGHT IT WAS A BOOK. SO YEAH. AMAZINGLY PERFECT

Awwwww, you’re such a sweetie. Thank you so so so much! <3

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Your POV: 
Matt. Matthew Espinosa. Matthew-I&#8217;m-So-Hot-I-Make-Girls-Fall-Down-At-My-Feet Espinosa. Yep, that was what everyone said whenever they talked about Matthew Espinosa. And I do mean whenever. 
You&#8217;d walk through the halls in my school and you&#8217;d hear, &#8220;Matt is hot.&#8221; from each and every corner. And that&#8217;s literally the only thing about him you&#8217;d hear. Girls were infatuated with him. They did everything to be close to him. They would drop their books on purpose just so he would pick them up for them and grant them one of his million dollar smiles. They would wait for him at his locker. They would follow him around. Whenever they got him as a partner in any class they would celebrate with the rest of their no-brain friends like they&#8217;d won the lottery. 
Me? I did none of that. 
In fact I stayed away from it and him as far as possible. 
Why? 
I&#8217;m not going to go so far as to say that I didn&#8217;t appreciate his good looks. Oh, no. He was hot. I will admit that and I&#8217;m not even going to try to deny it, because it&#8217;s only stating a fact. There was a reason why every girl in school wanted to be close to him. 
No, that wasn&#8217;t it. And it wasn&#8217;t that I was the only girl that somehow wasn&#8217;t interested in him in the slightest bit and then BOOM love story. No, that&#8217;s a cliche romance novel. Not that there&#8217;s anything wrong with cliche romance novels. They&#8217;re just not, you know, my life. 
It was a completely different story when it came to me and Matt. The reason why I didn&#8217;t run around, chasing after him, besides having dignity not to drool over someone, was something completely different. Matt and I were childhood best friends. 
Note the word were in that sentence. Ever since we&#8217;d gone to high school and he&#8217;d joined the soccer team he&#8217;d started ignoring me. As I said, there were girls falling at his feet and guys thinking he was a god because he was the team captain. What did he need his best friend for? 
I hadn&#8217;t helped in the fact that we had grown apart either. I got my own group of friends and did the exact same thing he did to me. Ignored him. 
I thought that that would be that for our friendship. That we would never recover from that bump in the road. 
My thoughts didn&#8217;t change until that happened. 
That wasn&#8217;t one event. No, no. It was a course of events that led me - and him - to think otherwise and rethink everything we&#8217;d ever been through together. I guess we hadn&#8217;t floated apart as much as I thought. I guess we were only just a bit disconnected. 
For about two months Matt had tried to talk to me in the school halls, which was a first in the three years we&#8217;d been in high school together. I will admit I had still been mad at him about ignoring me the past three years and I might have blown him off a couple of times. Or all those times. Same thing. I also thought that he might be wanting a favor or whatever, so I never paid the slightest bit of attetion. Why should he all of a sudden start talking to me after all that time?
Anyway, as I said, it was a course of events. And one day came the time for the final one of those events to happen to make us realize that we were disconnected and that we had to reconnect. Or one of the last ones. I&#8217;m not even sure anymore. 
My friend, Avery, had dragged me off to see a soccer game on one lovely Saturday morning. I had protested, before in what right mind does a person get up early to watch a school soccer game on a Saturday? Anyway, after a reasonable amount of pleading and a certain amount of me hanging up on her, I had acquisced to going to the stupid soccer game with her. Luckily she wasn&#8217;t going to see Matt as most of the girls in school were. She was actually going to see one of the other guys, who was actually a close second on the hot-o-meter to Matt. All I knew about him was that he played defense. That other guy, I mean. Not Matt. Matt was offense. 
I&#8217;m pretty sure Avery crushed on Matt just like other girl in school, but she seemed to think that I had a crush on him, so she stayed away. I had tried to convince her otherwise every chance I got, but she never listened. She could be quite thick headed when she wanted to. 
So, there I was, sitting on the bleachers, yawning and sipping some coffee out of a styrofoam cup. I knew zilch of soccer, so I just waited for everyone to cheer so I could cheer too. Avery knew even less of soccer than I did. At one point she accidentally started cheering for the opposite team. That was the highlight of that morning for me. Because it was all quite boring to me until it happened. 
Our team had won and I walked down to the field where everyone was cheering and hugging each other. Matt had actually scored the winning goal and was currently getting lifted on his team-mates&#8217; shoulders as they shouted his name. I stood to the side just watching the whole scene unravel. Suddenly our eyes met and he smiled at me. 
"Will I see you at the victory party?" he asked hopefully. Every instinct told me to say no. He had ignored me for 3 years. 3 whole years. What did he want with me now?
"Yeah." I yelled up to him and he beamed at me before getting carried off by the crowd of people, who were still cheering. I couldn&#8217;t believe what I had just said, but there it was. The words had just stumbled out. As if out of their own accord. 
And that was basically the first exchange - in which both parties participated - Matt and I had had in years. Apart from that one time I had dropped my book in the hall and he had picked it up for me. I think that&#8217;s what got Avery thinking I had a crush on him. Most of the girls in our school did the exact same thing on purpose. 
And that&#8217;s how I, ladies and gentlemen, ended up going to Matt&#8217;s victory party. It was actually held at his house. Very understandable, because he had scored the winning goal. 
I appeared at the party wearing a black sleeveless dress, flowing at the bottom, paired with my favorite black Vans. If it were up to me I would have ended up wearing jeans and a fan shirt, but Avery insisted I dress up. I even had to let her do my make up. 
We&#8217;d both turned up at the house about half an hour after the party had started and it was already in full swing. The music was booming, practically shattering the walls, and teenagers were everywhere, doing their own thing. I wasn&#8217;t sure if the victory atmosphere was still in the air or if they were already drunk. 
Avery went off on the dance floor with that guy, whatever his name was, and I was left alone, sitting on a bar stool. I sipped my drink and scanned the room. Disco lights were twinkling and a song with a booming beat I didn&#8217;t recognize was playing. The floor was even vibrating from the intensity of the beat. I didn&#8217;t want to pay attention to it, though, so I focused on the various objects in the room. Not that there were many of them. There was the makeshift bar, bar stools, a disco ball. Everything else had been cleared out of the living room to make place for the dance floor. I had been to Matt&#8217;s house before, but I hadn&#8217;t ever seen it like this.
A voice behind me pulled me away from my memories and sent me crashing down to reality. 
"Trying to impress somebody?" 
"Excuse me?" I swiveled around in my chair to see the person who had just spoken to me. It was one of Matt&#8217;s soccer mates. Theodore, I think his name was. 
"The way you&#8217;re dressed." he simply stated. 
"I&#8217;m not trying to impress anyone." I retaliated crisply and turned my attention back to my drink. 
"Matthew perhaps?" his voice came up from my right. I turned to face him again and narrowed my eyes at him. 
"Listen, Theodore-" 
"Tyler." 
"Whatever-" 
Before I could say another word someone cut me off. 
"Tyler, leave her alone." I tilted my head to see Matt standing behind Theodore. I mean Tyler. My bad. 
He told him something else, which I didn&#8217;t catch and Tyler grumbled something in reply and then left. Matt then smiled at me and sat on the stool next to me. He was dressed in a white shirt paired with black skinny jeans and converse sneakers. His hair was styled up in a quiff and you could see the gleam of his hazel eyes clearly. 
"You look pretty tonight." he said to me. 
"Thanks," I mumbled, not making any more eye contact. 
"I&#8217;m glad you came." he continued. I was confused as to why he was all of a sudden trying to hold conversations with me. I wanted to stay cool. I didn&#8217;t want to bring the subject up. But then again, I&#8217;d never been all that good at keeping my feelings bottled up. 
"Why did you invite me to this party?" I suddenly blurted out, quickly turning to face him. He looked slightly taken aback, but he swiftly recomposed himself. 
"What do you mean?" 
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Matthew." I said harshly, feeling the anger begin to boil within my veins. So this was it. These were the feelings I had been hiding for the past three years. I had thought that I was indifferent. I had thought that I didn&#8217;t care. I had thought that I was infallable. I had thought that I was only slightly mad at him and that it didn&#8217;t matter much to me. Well, I had been wrong. All that time I had been inexplicably angry at him for just forgetting about me and I had always known it, no matter how much I had tried to hide it from myself. What kind of best friend does that? 
"You&#8217;re my best friend, (Y/N). Of course I would have invited you." he said coolly, which just made me blow up even more. 
&#8220;Was. I was your best friend. Past tense, Matthew. I was your best friend until you decided to get all popular and forget about me. Do you want something? What favor do you want? Why all the sudden friendliness? We both know that you and I aren&#8217;t friends anymore. And we haven&#8217;t been for a long time.&#8221; I spat and grabbed my bag that was hanging at the back of stood, storming out of the room. I heard him call after me, but I didn&#8217;t care. I was seething. I was fuming. I didn&#8217;t want to talk to him. Not right now, at least. 
I hurried out of the house and quickly grabbed my car keys out of my bag. I unlocked the car door and quickly turned the ignition on. The engine started up and I drove away, headed for home. I knew Avery wouldn&#8217;t mind me leaving, because I wasn&#8217;t her ride home. I decided to text her from when I got home telling her that I had already gone, so she wouldn&#8217;t be worried. 
I was fretful that night. And the whole weekend, at that. I threw myself into doing my homework and watching a few movies. I ignored my calls by turning off my phone. Most of them were from Matt, anyway. How he had gotten hold of my telephone number, I didn&#8217;t know. I had changed the old one that he had. He must have asked somebody for it. However, I didn&#8217;t answer any of his calls, so him having it didn&#8217;t make any difference to me. 
The only message I actually paid attention to and answered was one from Avery. 
Can you meet me at the park in an hour? You&#8217;ve been holed up at home all through Saturday and most of Sunday. You need some fresh air. Avery xxx
I answered to her message saying that I would come, because she was right. I did need some fresh air. And I thought that some time with Avery would do me good. I quickly got dressed and left the house. She had told me to meet her at our usual spot. The bench under the oak tree. You can imagine my surprise when I didn&#8217;t see Avery there once I arrived. I saw the one and only person I didn&#8217;t want to see. Matt. Unfortunately for me he noticed me before I could turn around and leave. 
"(Y/N)!" he called after me. Feeling trapped, I slowly turned around. He was already coming over to me. His hair looked messed up and the color had ebbed from his face making it look pale. He looked as if he had been worried. And I suppose he would have been. I hadn&#8217;t answered any of his calls. He might have thought that something had happened. And when I piece it all together, I&#8217;m guessing that Avery was the one that gave him my telephone number in the first place. Because I was pretty sure that this meeting was her arrangement. She was Matt&#8217;s accomplice. 
"Look, we need to talk." he said once he reached me. I shook my head in reply and just as I was about to say something he shushed me to keep quiet. "No, listen to me." 
The fact that his voice sounded so pained and that it sounded like he actually cared, which was a first in these three years, was what made me keep quiet and listen. I nodded as a signal for him to continue. 
"You might think that I was ignoring you for these past three years. I wasn&#8217;t. I thought that you didn&#8217;t want to be friends with me anymore. Yeah, for a time I got wrapped up in all the soccer tournaments and all the people that suddenly wanted to be friends with me. But that doesn&#8217;t mean that I stopped caring about you. Until I realized how special our friendship was to me it was already too late. You had already found your way though life without me. And you seemed pretty happy. I didn&#8217;t want to wreck that. But this year I realized that what we had together was too special to be lost. I didn&#8217;t want to lose you. I couldn&#8217;t lose you. I tried talking to you, but you ignored me more than ever. When I invited you to the party and you said that you would come I had some hope. I wished that we could patch things up and go back to the way it all used to be. But apparently you didn&#8217;t want to have anything to do with me. I don&#8217;t know how I could have let you slip through my fingers. When our freshman year came I wanted to ask you to the Spring Dance, but you had already gotten a date before I had time to ask you. That was when I wanted to confess that I had feelings for you and had had them for some time. But now I don&#8217;t really care. I just want you to take me back. If it&#8217;s only as a friend that you want me, so be it. I&#8217;m not complaining. I just want you back in my life.&#8221; 
I just stared at him, trying to wrap my head around what he had just said. So apparently I had been wrong. He did care. And he had cared all this time. I couldn&#8217;t help feeling that I had given up on him far to easily and far too early. Friendships are supposed to have bumps in the road, don&#8217;t they? 
"So, you&#8217;re saying that all this time while I thought you didn&#8217;t care at all, you actually thought the same about me?" He nodded. "Why didn&#8217;t you tell me, Matt? We could have worked this out a lot earlier." 
He grinned at me. &#8220;You called me Matt.&#8221; I arched an eyebrow and he started speaking again. &#8220;You kept calling me Matthew. You&#8217;ve never called me Matthew. When we used to be friends you always called me Matt. Does that mean that you and I can be friends again?&#8221; 
And that&#8217;s when it hit me. All the feelings that I had had buried all this time were starting to come out. Ever since that party they were coming to the surface. And that&#8217;s when I realized it. Avery had been right. I might have just had more-than-friends feelings for him as well. But I&#8217;d never admitted it to myself. 
"Not friends." I trailed off teasingly. I looked down at my shoes and scuffed the ground with them before looking back up at him. He was smirking and I realized that he had an arm snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him. 
"So, what you&#8217;re saying is that all this time you and I have only been a bit disconnected and nothing else?" he asked, while leaning in. 
"I guess you could say that." I answered, the corners of my lips tugging into a secretive smile. 
"What do you say we reconnect?" he whispered, his lips only inches away from mine. "But on a different level this time." he breathed and connected his lips to mine. I felt electricity course through my veins when I felt the slight pressure of his lips onto mine. They fit together perfectly. It was as if we&#8217;d always been meant to be. And in a sense we had. Nobody said that soul mates don&#8217;t have bumps in the road. And even if we weren&#8217;t soul mates, I didn&#8217;t care. I felt that it was right and I didn&#8217;t care what anyone else thought. Not even Destiny.

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Your POV: 

MattMatthew Espinosa. Matthew-I’m-So-Hot-I-Make-Girls-Fall-Down-At-My-Feet Espinosa. Yep, that was what everyone said whenever they talked about Matthew Espinosa. And I do mean whenever

You’d walk through the halls in my school and you’d hear, “Matt is hot.” from each and every corner. And that’s literally the only thing about him you’d hear. Girls were infatuated with him. They did everything to be close to him. They would drop their books on purpose just so he would pick them up for them and grant them one of his million dollar smiles. They would wait for him at his locker. They would follow him around. Whenever they got him as a partner in any class they would celebrate with the rest of their no-brain friends like they’d won the lottery. 

Me? I did none of that. 

In fact I stayed away from it and him as far as possible. 

Why? 

I’m not going to go so far as to say that I didn’t appreciate his good looks. Oh, no. He was hot. I will admit that and I’m not even going to try to deny it, because it’s only stating a fact. There was a reason why every girl in school wanted to be close to him. 

No, that wasn’t it. And it wasn’t that I was the only girl that somehow wasn’t interested in him in the slightest bit and then BOOM love story. No, that’s a cliche romance novel. Not that there’s anything wrong with cliche romance novels. They’re just not, you know, my life. 

It was a completely different story when it came to me and Matt. The reason why I didn’t run around, chasing after him, besides having dignity not to drool over someone, was something completely different. Matt and I were childhood best friends. 

Note the word were in that sentence. Ever since we’d gone to high school and he’d joined the soccer team he’d started ignoring me. As I said, there were girls falling at his feet and guys thinking he was a god because he was the team captain. What did he need his best friend for? 

I hadn’t helped in the fact that we had grown apart either. I got my own group of friends and did the exact same thing he did to me. Ignored him. 

I thought that that would be that for our friendship. That we would never recover from that bump in the road. 

My thoughts didn’t change until that happened. 

That wasn’t one event. No, no. It was a course of events that led me - and him - to think otherwise and rethink everything we’d ever been through together. I guess we hadn’t floated apart as much as I thought. I guess we were only just a bit disconnected. 

For about two months Matt had tried to talk to me in the school halls, which was a first in the three years we’d been in high school together. I will admit I had still been mad at him about ignoring me the past three years and I might have blown him off a couple of times. Or all those times. Same thing. I also thought that he might be wanting a favor or whatever, so I never paid the slightest bit of attetion. Why should he all of a sudden start talking to me after all that time?

Anyway, as I said, it was a course of events. And one day came the time for the final one of those events to happen to make us realize that we were disconnected and that we had to reconnect. Or one of the last ones. I’m not even sure anymore. 

My friend, Avery, had dragged me off to see a soccer game on one lovely Saturday morning. I had protested, before in what right mind does a person get up early to watch a school soccer game on a Saturday? Anyway, after a reasonable amount of pleading and a certain amount of me hanging up on her, I had acquisced to going to the stupid soccer game with her. Luckily she wasn’t going to see Matt as most of the girls in school were. She was actually going to see one of the other guys, who was actually a close second on the hot-o-meter to Matt. All I knew about him was that he played defense. That other guy, I mean. Not Matt. Matt was offense. 

I’m pretty sure Avery crushed on Matt just like other girl in school, but she seemed to think that I had a crush on him, so she stayed away. I had tried to convince her otherwise every chance I got, but she never listened. She could be quite thick headed when she wanted to. 

So, there I was, sitting on the bleachers, yawning and sipping some coffee out of a styrofoam cup. I knew zilch of soccer, so I just waited for everyone to cheer so I could cheer too. Avery knew even less of soccer than I did. At one point she accidentally started cheering for the opposite team. That was the highlight of that morning for me. Because it was all quite boring to me until it happened. 

Our team had won and I walked down to the field where everyone was cheering and hugging each other. Matt had actually scored the winning goal and was currently getting lifted on his team-mates’ shoulders as they shouted his name. I stood to the side just watching the whole scene unravel. Suddenly our eyes met and he smiled at me. 

"Will I see you at the victory party?" he asked hopefully. Every instinct told me to say no. He had ignored me for 3 years. 3 whole years. What did he want with me now?

"Yeah." I yelled up to him and he beamed at me before getting carried off by the crowd of people, who were still cheering. I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but there it was. The words had just stumbled out. As if out of their own accord. 

And that was basically the first exchange - in which both parties participated - Matt and I had had in years. Apart from that one time I had dropped my book in the hall and he had picked it up for me. I think that’s what got Avery thinking I had a crush on him. Most of the girls in our school did the exact same thing on purpose. 

And that’s how I, ladies and gentlemen, ended up going to Matt’s victory party. It was actually held at his house. Very understandable, because he had scored the winning goal. 

I appeared at the party wearing a black sleeveless dress, flowing at the bottom, paired with my favorite black Vans. If it were up to me I would have ended up wearing jeans and a fan shirt, but Avery insisted I dress up. I even had to let her do my make up. 

We’d both turned up at the house about half an hour after the party had started and it was already in full swing. The music was booming, practically shattering the walls, and teenagers were everywhere, doing their own thing. I wasn’t sure if the victory atmosphere was still in the air or if they were already drunk. 

Avery went off on the dance floor with that guy, whatever his name was, and I was left alone, sitting on a bar stool. I sipped my drink and scanned the room. Disco lights were twinkling and a song with a booming beat I didn’t recognize was playing. The floor was even vibrating from the intensity of the beat. I didn’t want to pay attention to it, though, so I focused on the various objects in the room. Not that there were many of them. There was the makeshift bar, bar stools, a disco ball. Everything else had been cleared out of the living room to make place for the dance floor. I had been to Matt’s house before, but I hadn’t ever seen it like this.

A voice behind me pulled me away from my memories and sent me crashing down to reality. 

"Trying to impress somebody?" 

"Excuse me?" I swiveled around in my chair to see the person who had just spoken to me. It was one of Matt’s soccer mates. Theodore, I think his name was. 

"The way you’re dressed." he simply stated. 

"I’m not trying to impress anyone." I retaliated crisply and turned my attention back to my drink. 

"Matthew perhaps?" his voice came up from my right. I turned to face him again and narrowed my eyes at him. 

"Listen, Theodore-" 

"Tyler." 

"Whatever-" 

Before I could say another word someone cut me off. 

"Tyler, leave her alone." I tilted my head to see Matt standing behind Theodore. I mean Tyler. My bad. 

He told him something else, which I didn’t catch and Tyler grumbled something in reply and then left. Matt then smiled at me and sat on the stool next to me. He was dressed in a white shirt paired with black skinny jeans and converse sneakers. His hair was styled up in a quiff and you could see the gleam of his hazel eyes clearly. 

"You look pretty tonight." he said to me. 

"Thanks," I mumbled, not making any more eye contact. 

"I’m glad you came." he continued. I was confused as to why he was all of a sudden trying to hold conversations with me. I wanted to stay cool. I didn’t want to bring the subject up. But then again, I’d never been all that good at keeping my feelings bottled up. 

"Why did you invite me to this party?" I suddenly blurted out, quickly turning to face him. He looked slightly taken aback, but he swiftly recomposed himself. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Matthew." I said harshly, feeling the anger begin to boil within my veins. So this was it. These were the feelings I had been hiding for the past three years. I had thought that I was indifferent. I had thought that I didn’t care. I had thought that I was infallable. I had thought that I was only slightly mad at him and that it didn’t matter much to me. Well, I had been wrong. All that time I had been inexplicably angry at him for just forgetting about me and I had always known it, no matter how much I had tried to hide it from myself. What kind of best friend does that? 

"You’re my best friend, (Y/N). Of course I would have invited you." he said coolly, which just made me blow up even more. 

Was. I was your best friend. Past tense, Matthew. I was your best friend until you decided to get all popular and forget about me. Do you want something? What favor do you want? Why all the sudden friendliness? We both know that you and I aren’t friends anymore. And we haven’t been for a long time.” I spat and grabbed my bag that was hanging at the back of stood, storming out of the room. I heard him call after me, but I didn’t care. I was seething. I was fuming. I didn’t want to talk to him. Not right now, at least. 

I hurried out of the house and quickly grabbed my car keys out of my bag. I unlocked the car door and quickly turned the ignition on. The engine started up and I drove away, headed for home. I knew Avery wouldn’t mind me leaving, because I wasn’t her ride home. I decided to text her from when I got home telling her that I had already gone, so she wouldn’t be worried. 

I was fretful that night. And the whole weekend, at that. I threw myself into doing my homework and watching a few movies. I ignored my calls by turning off my phone. Most of them were from Matt, anyway. How he had gotten hold of my telephone number, I didn’t know. I had changed the old one that he had. He must have asked somebody for it. However, I didn’t answer any of his calls, so him having it didn’t make any difference to me. 

The only message I actually paid attention to and answered was one from Avery. 

Can you meet me at the park in an hour? You’ve been holed up at home all through Saturday and most of Sunday. You need some fresh air. Avery xxx

I answered to her message saying that I would come, because she was right. I did need some fresh air. And I thought that some time with Avery would do me good. I quickly got dressed and left the house. She had told me to meet her at our usual spot. The bench under the oak tree. You can imagine my surprise when I didn’t see Avery there once I arrived. I saw the one and only person I didn’t want to see. Matt. Unfortunately for me he noticed me before I could turn around and leave. 

"(Y/N)!" he called after me. Feeling trapped, I slowly turned around. He was already coming over to me. His hair looked messed up and the color had ebbed from his face making it look pale. He looked as if he had been worried. And I suppose he would have been. I hadn’t answered any of his calls. He might have thought that something had happened. And when I piece it all together, I’m guessing that Avery was the one that gave him my telephone number in the first place. Because I was pretty sure that this meeting was her arrangement. She was Matt’s accomplice. 

"Look, we need to talk." he said once he reached me. I shook my head in reply and just as I was about to say something he shushed me to keep quiet. "No, listen to me." 

The fact that his voice sounded so pained and that it sounded like he actually cared, which was a first in these three years, was what made me keep quiet and listen. I nodded as a signal for him to continue. 

"You might think that I was ignoring you for these past three years. I wasn’t. I thought that you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore. Yeah, for a time I got wrapped up in all the soccer tournaments and all the people that suddenly wanted to be friends with me. But that doesn’t mean that I stopped caring about you. Until I realized how special our friendship was to me it was already too late. You had already found your way though life without me. And you seemed pretty happy. I didn’t want to wreck that. But this year I realized that what we had together was too special to be lost. I didn’t want to lose you. I couldn’t lose you. I tried talking to you, but you ignored me more than ever. When I invited you to the party and you said that you would come I had some hope. I wished that we could patch things up and go back to the way it all used to be. But apparently you didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I don’t know how I could have let you slip through my fingers. When our freshman year came I wanted to ask you to the Spring Dance, but you had already gotten a date before I had time to ask you. That was when I wanted to confess that I had feelings for you and had had them for some time. But now I don’t really care. I just want you to take me back. If it’s only as a friend that you want me, so be it. I’m not complaining. I just want you back in my life.” 

I just stared at him, trying to wrap my head around what he had just said. So apparently I had been wrong. He did care. And he had cared all this time. I couldn’t help feeling that I had given up on him far to easily and far too early. Friendships are supposed to have bumps in the road, don’t they? 

"So, you’re saying that all this time while I thought you didn’t care at all, you actually thought the same about me?" He nodded. "Why didn’t you tell me, Matt? We could have worked this out a lot earlier." 

He grinned at me. “You called me Matt.” I arched an eyebrow and he started speaking again. “You kept calling me Matthew. You’ve never called me Matthew. When we used to be friends you always called me Matt. Does that mean that you and I can be friends again?” 

And that’s when it hit me. All the feelings that I had had buried all this time were starting to come out. Ever since that party they were coming to the surface. And that’s when I realized it. Avery had been right. I might have just had more-than-friends feelings for him as well. But I’d never admitted it to myself. 

"Not friends." I trailed off teasingly. I looked down at my shoes and scuffed the ground with them before looking back up at him. He was smirking and I realized that he had an arm snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him. 

"So, what you’re saying is that all this time you and I have only been a bit disconnected and nothing else?" he asked, while leaning in. 

"I guess you could say that." I answered, the corners of my lips tugging into a secretive smile. 

"What do you say we reconnect?" he whispered, his lips only inches away from mine. "But on a different level this time." he breathed and connected his lips to mine. I felt electricity course through my veins when I felt the slight pressure of his lips onto mine. They fit together perfectly. It was as if we’d always been meant to be. And in a sense we had. Nobody said that soul mates don’t have bumps in the road. And even if we weren’t soul mates, I didn’t care. I felt that it was right and I didn’t care what anyone else thought. Not even Destiny.

This One Shot is dedicated to a dear friend of mine. And that&#8217;s why your best friend&#8217;s name is Anna. Because my name is Anna (Well, it&#8217;s Ana, but who cares? Same thing.)and the person who this is dedicated to is my best friend. ^_^ I hope you like it. :) Your POV:  Can a yard sale change your life? 
Possibly. 
That&#8217;s what happened to me. 
Well, not the yard sale, itself. It was more of what I found there. No, no, not bought. Found. You read it right.
It was noon on a Saturday when I happened to be walking around my neighborhood. I had just returned from lunch with a few friends. They had to go run some errands, so I was left alone. I didn&#8217;t feel like going home, so I decided to walk around for a bit. 
I came across a garage sale. I didn&#8217;t have anything better to do at the moment, so I decided to saunter around for a bit and just look at the things they were selling. It was the usual. Silverware, plates, knickknacks, lamps, tools, books, toys&#8230; There was even a TV. I didn&#8217;t plan on buying anything. I was looking around only. 
After I had gotten bored with scanning the items put out on the tables I set out to leave. However, something glistening in the grass caught my eye. I bent over to pick it up and realized that it was a necklace. I twirled it around my fingers for a bit. It was heart shaped and it had a golden color with an S engraved on it. I hadn&#8217;t noticed before, but looking at it more closely I realized that it wasn&#8217;t just any necklace, but that it was a locket. 
"Excuse me," I said to the first person that I saw standing close to the place where I found it. "Did you drop this? I found it on the ground." 
The woman in front of me shook her head. &#8220;It&#8217;s not mine. Maybe someone else dropped it.&#8221; she said sweetly. 
I nodded and proceeded to walk around, asking people if they had dropped it. I even asked the sellers, but they said that it was not an item they were selling. After I had reassured myself that no one here owned the necklace I decided to take it along with me. It was beautiful and it was a shame that someone had lost it. I thought of putting it online in an attempt to find its owner. 
When I reached my doorway I remembered that I had never checked what was in the locket. I carefully opened it and scanned the picture inside. It was that of a boy with dark brown hair with a blonde streak through it. He was hugging a little girl, who I guessed was about five, with blonde hair and a huge smile painting her features. What was most distinguishable in the picture was the color of the boy&#8217;s eyes. They were a very clear blue color. It wasn&#8217;t even the color of the ocean. Even lighter than that. It was the color that that the sky has when the sun is high up in it. They were captivating.
When I closed the locket I realized that I had probably been staring at the picture for at least a full 5 minutes. I shook the thoughts out of my head and fastened the necklace around my neck. I could at least wear it until I found its rightful owner. It was for safe keeping.
Yeah, right. I will admit I might have liked the necklace - and the boy - a bit too much.
Nothing much happened in the next few days. I hung onto the necklace and posted a picture online asking if anyone had lost it. I didn&#8217;t get an answer. 
I did get an answer about it eventually. But that happened a bit later. And in quite a different way. It was a week after I had found the necklace. I had been walking around the mall for at least 2 hours searching for a swim suit. Unfortunately, I didn&#8217;t like any of the swim suits they were selling, so after two hours of hopelessly hunting for one I decided to go to the food court to get a bite to eat. 
It was then that it happened. I entered the food court and scanned the area with my eyes for what restaurant looked tempting. My eyes stopped on a person that was a few feet in front of me. It wasn&#8217;t anything extraordinary. He just seemed familiar. The hair, more like. He wasn&#8217;t facing me so I couldn&#8217;t tell by his face. 
When he turned around I realized who it was. Oh, hi, Jaw, meet Floor. In what world and what reality could this happen? 
Call it fate. Call it destiny. Call it a coincidence. Call it whatever you like, but it was obvious what was happening. It was the boy that I had seen in the picture. Without thinking straight and having no idea what I would say I came up to him I approached him. He wasn&#8217;t looking at me. He was looking at his phone and seemed to be texting someone with a thoughtful expression on his face. 
When I came up to him, I put my arm on his shoulder and he jumped. It was obvious that I had startled him. 
"Oh, oops, sorry." I said, biting my lower lip in embarrassment and pulling my hand away.
"No, it&#8217;s okay." he said recomposing himself. "Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked politely. 
I took the necklace off my neck and handed it to him. He looked at me with a confused look on his face, so I felt the need to explain my actions. 
"I think this is yours." I said. 
"Uh," he trailed off as he looked down at the necklace. "Oh." He looked up at me and smiled. "Where did you find it?" 
"I found it lost in the grass last week. I recognized you from the picture." 
"Thank you." he replied. "It&#8217;s my sister&#8217;s. She lost it last week and was devastated. It was a gift from me. She&#8217;s quite attached to me." 
"It&#8217;s no problem." I answered. "It&#8217;s a beautiful necklace." I looked at it twinkling in his hands. It was a beautiful necklace. And knowing that it was a gift made it even more beautiful. Sometimes you can tell when things have been given with love. 
"Yeah, it is." he smiled. "I&#8217;m Nash." he said, extending his hand toward me. 
"(Y/N)." I smiled back. And then a thought popped up into my head, so I decided to ask. "If you&#8217;re name is Nash, why is the letter on the necklace an S?" 
"It&#8217;s for my sister&#8217;s name. Her name is Skylynn." he said with a smile. 
"Oh," I said, feeling slightly stupid for asking that. "I feel nosy." 
He laughed. &#8220;You&#8217;re not nosy.&#8221; He paused for a second as if mulling something over. &#8220;Hey, do you want to come and get something to eat with me? I was supposed to go with a friend, but he cancelled on me. He had some chores to do. My treat. It&#8217;s the least I can do for you for returning this to me. Skylynn is going to be very happy.&#8221; 
We ended up in Domino&#8217;s Pizza and I actually had a lot of fun with him. We told each other a bit about our lives and realized that we had a good many things in common. He told me funny stories about him and his best friend, Cameron, and I told him funny stories about me and my best friend, Anna. After a while of me protesting to let him pay for my lunch I finally gave in and let him pay. He asked to take me out the same night and I accepted. 
We had gone out a couple of more times in the past month and we had come to be great friends. Although, there was no mention of it being more. 
Well, at least not until that day. 
I was scheduled to go out with Nash again in the evening and I was getting ready. I put on a blue dress, which was flowing at the bottom and a pair of blue converse sneakers. It was quite warm outside. I braided my hair into a loose plait that hung over one shoulder. It wasn&#8217;t as if I was trying to look pretty for him. I didn&#8217;t really have to try much, I was pretty as it was. But I did want to look good for him, because I will admit I had a tiny little crush on him. I had had one ever since I had seen him on the photograph. But I wasn&#8217;t sure what he felt for me, so I didn&#8217;t bring the subject up at all. 
After a while I heard someone knocking on the door and I guessed that it would be Nash. I came down the stairs to open the door, because there was no one else at home. My family had gone out for dinner and they had let me stay behind because I told them that I was going out with a friend. 
I opened a door to reveal a smiling Nash. He was wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt, but it still looked amazing on him. My eyes lingered over the logo on the shirt and then I burst out laughing. 
"If lost, please return to Nash Grier." I read off the shirt. "Really, Nash?" 
"Hey!" he protested. "It makes sense. With the way our friendship started. If I lose this shirt you can return that to me too and we can start a whole new friendship." he said and his voice had a strange undertone. As if he was trying to transfer a much deeper message. I didn&#8217;t want to ask, though, because I thought I was imagining it. 
He took me out for pizza and then we ended up walking down the piazza. Surprisingly there weren&#8217;t many people about. After chatting a bit and walking we decided to find a bench to sit on, because we were both getting a bit tired. 
I was laughing about something Cameron had done that Nash told me about when I realized that Nash had stopped laughing and wasn&#8217;t saying anything. I turned to meet his gaze and he was only smiling at me, not saying a word. 
"What?" I questioned, perplexed. 
"You&#8217;re pretty when you laugh." he said simply and I felt a hotness rush to my cheeks. Without another word he started leaning toward me and I dared not move. I thought I was imagining it all, but it was all clearly very real. I let myself melt into the kiss as his lips touched mine. It was a delicate kiss. His lips were soft against my own and I felt only a slight pressure, reminding me that this was actually happening. 
Once he pulled away he twinkled at me and said, &#8220;I have wanted to do that ever since I first met you.&#8221; 
"Why didn&#8217;t you?" I suddenly asked. 
"Because," he started and then fished something out of his pocket. It was a small box, such as the ones that contain rings. "I didn&#8217;t want to do it until I had this." 
"You&#8217;re not proposing to me, are you?" I asked, feigning shock and he laughed out loud. 
"Open it." he said and I gently took the box from his hand and took off the lid. I gasped as I saw what was inside. It was exactly like the necklace I had found and given back to him. It had my initials on the front and as I turned it I saw that on the back he had engraved, "From N. You and me, for all eternity." 
"Nash, I&#8230;" I trailed off, not being able to put my thoughts into words. "Thank you." I finally said, the words summing up my feelings. 
"I know that you really liked that necklace, so I decided to have one made for you. Unfortunately, they had some more orders they needed to finish, so I had to wait a while. I didn&#8217;t want to make my move until I had that to give to you." 
He suddenly got up and got down on one knee, making me laugh again. &#8220;(Y/N/LN), will you be my girlfriend?&#8221; 
I nodded and said, &#8220;Yes, I&#8217;ll be your girlfriend.&#8221; 
He grinned at me and got up again and I got up from the bench too. &#8220;Come here, you goofball.&#8221; I said and pulled him in for another kiss. 
As we parted he said, &#8220;Turns out I won&#8217;t need to lose the shirt after all.&#8221; 
I laughed and he leaned in for another kiss. When we pulled apart he pulled me in for a hug. 
"You and me, for all eternity." he whispered into my hair, his breath tickling my skin. 
"You and me, Nash." I replied in the same hushed tone and dissolved into the hug. 

This One Shot is dedicated to a dear friend of mine. And that’s why your best friend’s name is Anna. Because my name is Anna (Well, it’s Ana, but who cares? Same thing.)and the person who this is dedicated to is my best friend. ^_^ I hope you like it. :)

Your POV:  

Can a yard sale change your life? 

Possibly. 

That’s what happened to me. 

Well, not the yard sale, itself. It was more of what I found there. No, no, not bought. Found. You read it right.

It was noon on a Saturday when I happened to be walking around my neighborhood. I had just returned from lunch with a few friends. They had to go run some errands, so I was left alone. I didn’t feel like going home, so I decided to walk around for a bit. 

I came across a garage sale. I didn’t have anything better to do at the moment, so I decided to saunter around for a bit and just look at the things they were selling. It was the usual. Silverware, plates, knickknacks, lamps, tools, books, toys… There was even a TV. I didn’t plan on buying anything. I was looking around only. 

After I had gotten bored with scanning the items put out on the tables I set out to leave. However, something glistening in the grass caught my eye. I bent over to pick it up and realized that it was a necklace. I twirled it around my fingers for a bit. It was heart shaped and it had a golden color with an S engraved on it. I hadn’t noticed before, but looking at it more closely I realized that it wasn’t just any necklace, but that it was a locket. 

"Excuse me," I said to the first person that I saw standing close to the place where I found it. "Did you drop this? I found it on the ground." 

The woman in front of me shook her head. “It’s not mine. Maybe someone else dropped it.” she said sweetly. 

I nodded and proceeded to walk around, asking people if they had dropped it. I even asked the sellers, but they said that it was not an item they were selling. After I had reassured myself that no one here owned the necklace I decided to take it along with me. It was beautiful and it was a shame that someone had lost it. I thought of putting it online in an attempt to find its owner. 

When I reached my doorway I remembered that I had never checked what was in the locket. I carefully opened it and scanned the picture inside. It was that of a boy with dark brown hair with a blonde streak through it. He was hugging a little girl, who I guessed was about five, with blonde hair and a huge smile painting her features. What was most distinguishable in the picture was the color of the boy’s eyes. They were a very clear blue color. It wasn’t even the color of the ocean. Even lighter than that. It was the color that that the sky has when the sun is high up in it. They were captivating.

When I closed the locket I realized that I had probably been staring at the picture for at least a full 5 minutes. I shook the thoughts out of my head and fastened the necklace around my neck. I could at least wear it until I found its rightful owner. It was for safe keeping.

Yeah, right. I will admit I might have liked the necklace - and the boy - a bit too much.

Nothing much happened in the next few days. I hung onto the necklace and posted a picture online asking if anyone had lost it. I didn’t get an answer. 

I did get an answer about it eventually. But that happened a bit later. And in quite a different way. It was a week after I had found the necklace. I had been walking around the mall for at least 2 hours searching for a swim suit. Unfortunately, I didn’t like any of the swim suits they were selling, so after two hours of hopelessly hunting for one I decided to go to the food court to get a bite to eat. 

It was then that it happened. I entered the food court and scanned the area with my eyes for what restaurant looked tempting. My eyes stopped on a person that was a few feet in front of me. It wasn’t anything extraordinary. He just seemed familiar. The hair, more like. He wasn’t facing me so I couldn’t tell by his face. 

When he turned around I realized who it was. Oh, hi, Jaw, meet Floor. In what world and what reality could this happen? 

Call it fate. Call it destiny. Call it a coincidence. Call it whatever you like, but it was obvious what was happening. It was the boy that I had seen in the picture. Without thinking straight and having no idea what I would say I came up to him I approached him. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at his phone and seemed to be texting someone with a thoughtful expression on his face. 

When I came up to him, I put my arm on his shoulder and he jumped. It was obvious that I had startled him. 

"Oh, oops, sorry." I said, biting my lower lip in embarrassment and pulling my hand away.

"No, it’s okay." he said recomposing himself. "Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked politely. 

I took the necklace off my neck and handed it to him. He looked at me with a confused look on his face, so I felt the need to explain my actions. 

"I think this is yours." I said. 

"Uh," he trailed off as he looked down at the necklace. "Oh." He looked up at me and smiled. "Where did you find it?" 

"I found it lost in the grass last week. I recognized you from the picture." 

"Thank you." he replied. "It’s my sister’s. She lost it last week and was devastated. It was a gift from me. She’s quite attached to me." 

"It’s no problem." I answered. "It’s a beautiful necklace." I looked at it twinkling in his hands. It was a beautiful necklace. And knowing that it was a gift made it even more beautiful. Sometimes you can tell when things have been given with love. 

"Yeah, it is." he smiled. "I’m Nash." he said, extending his hand toward me. 

"(Y/N)." I smiled back. And then a thought popped up into my head, so I decided to ask. "If you’re name is Nash, why is the letter on the necklace an S?" 

"It’s for my sister’s name. Her name is Skylynn." he said with a smile. 

"Oh," I said, feeling slightly stupid for asking that. "I feel nosy." 

He laughed. “You’re not nosy.” He paused for a second as if mulling something over. “Hey, do you want to come and get something to eat with me? I was supposed to go with a friend, but he cancelled on me. He had some chores to do. My treat. It’s the least I can do for you for returning this to me. Skylynn is going to be very happy.” 

We ended up in Domino’s Pizza and I actually had a lot of fun with him. We told each other a bit about our lives and realized that we had a good many things in common. He told me funny stories about him and his best friend, Cameron, and I told him funny stories about me and my best friend, Anna. After a while of me protesting to let him pay for my lunch I finally gave in and let him pay. He asked to take me out the same night and I accepted. 

We had gone out a couple of more times in the past month and we had come to be great friends. Although, there was no mention of it being more. 

Well, at least not until that day. 

I was scheduled to go out with Nash again in the evening and I was getting ready. I put on a blue dress, which was flowing at the bottom and a pair of blue converse sneakers. It was quite warm outside. I braided my hair into a loose plait that hung over one shoulder. It wasn’t as if I was trying to look pretty for him. I didn’t really have to try much, I was pretty as it was. But I did want to look good for him, because I will admit I had a tiny little crush on him. I had had one ever since I had seen him on the photograph. But I wasn’t sure what he felt for me, so I didn’t bring the subject up at all. 

After a while I heard someone knocking on the door and I guessed that it would be Nash. I came down the stairs to open the door, because there was no one else at home. My family had gone out for dinner and they had let me stay behind because I told them that I was going out with a friend. 

I opened a door to reveal a smiling Nash. He was wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt, but it still looked amazing on him. My eyes lingered over the logo on the shirt and then I burst out laughing. 

"If lost, please return to Nash Grier." I read off the shirt. "Really, Nash?" 

"Hey!" he protested. "It makes sense. With the way our friendship started. If I lose this shirt you can return that to me too and we can start a whole new friendship." he said and his voice had a strange undertone. As if he was trying to transfer a much deeper message. I didn’t want to ask, though, because I thought I was imagining it. 

He took me out for pizza and then we ended up walking down the piazza. Surprisingly there weren’t many people about. After chatting a bit and walking we decided to find a bench to sit on, because we were both getting a bit tired. 

I was laughing about something Cameron had done that Nash told me about when I realized that Nash had stopped laughing and wasn’t saying anything. I turned to meet his gaze and he was only smiling at me, not saying a word. 

"What?" I questioned, perplexed. 

"You’re pretty when you laugh." he said simply and I felt a hotness rush to my cheeks. Without another word he started leaning toward me and I dared not move. I thought I was imagining it all, but it was all clearly very real. I let myself melt into the kiss as his lips touched mine. It was a delicate kiss. His lips were soft against my own and I felt only a slight pressure, reminding me that this was actually happening. 

Once he pulled away he twinkled at me and said, “I have wanted to do that ever since I first met you.” 

"Why didn’t you?" I suddenly asked. 

"Because," he started and then fished something out of his pocket. It was a small box, such as the ones that contain rings. "I didn’t want to do it until I had this." 

"You’re not proposing to me, are you?" I asked, feigning shock and he laughed out loud. 

"Open it." he said and I gently took the box from his hand and took off the lid. I gasped as I saw what was inside. It was exactly like the necklace I had found and given back to him. It had my initials on the front and as I turned it I saw that on the back he had engraved, "From N. You and me, for all eternity." 

"Nash, I…" I trailed off, not being able to put my thoughts into words. "Thank you." I finally said, the words summing up my feelings. 

"I know that you really liked that necklace, so I decided to have one made for you. Unfortunately, they had some more orders they needed to finish, so I had to wait a while. I didn’t want to make my move until I had that to give to you." 

He suddenly got up and got down on one knee, making me laugh again. “(Y/N/LN), will you be my girlfriend?” 

I nodded and said, “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

He grinned at me and got up again and I got up from the bench too. “Come here, you goofball.” I said and pulled him in for another kiss. 

As we parted he said, “Turns out I won’t need to lose the shirt after all.” 

I laughed and he leaned in for another kiss. When we pulled apart he pulled me in for a hug. 

"You and me, for all eternity." he whispered into my hair, his breath tickling my skin. 

"You and me, Nash." I replied in the same hushed tone and dissolved into the hug. 

Your POV: 
Confusing. 
Yes, that&#8217;s the world. That&#8217;s the word that would describe my situation perfectly. It&#8217;s confusing. Dreadfully and stupidly confusing, bordering on frustrating. All of you that think that dating someone who is referred to as &#8220;famous&#8221; is all sunshine and roses, you&#8217;re wrong, my friends. Sure, there is sunshine and roses and all sorts of other flowers and beautiful creatures, but that&#8217;s not all there is to it. Oh, no. Especially when you&#8217;re keeping your relationship a secret. You&#8217;re always on the look out for someone or something. 
It gets even more frustrating than it already was. You can&#8217;t go there, because people might see you together. You can&#8217;t do that, because people might assume you&#8217;re dating. You can&#8217;t post that picture, it might start rumors. It gets unbearable. 
Hayes Grier and I had been dating for a quite a while. It was fun and a lot easier when he wasn&#8217;t that big, but now, ever since he was been getting bigger and bigger it was just getting harder for the both of us. He was getting a case of paranoia, nicely put. I never got to do anything with him. He was always on tour or meeting fans or doing vines with Nash&#8230; Not that I minded. Well, not in that sense. I missed him, of course. But after a while I noticed that he was starting to avoid me even if he was home and not doing anything. Even when we were together he&#8217;d always keep a sharp eye out for anyone that might be watching. He said that he would eventually tell the fans that we were dating, but he didn&#8217;t want me to get any hate so he wanted to wait a while in order to think of a good way to tell them. But he somehow never got around to it. 
Every person will reach their breaking point. And on June 8, 2014 I reached mine. I had asked Hayes to go to a movie with me and he had said no. When I asked him why he explained that he didn&#8217;t want any fans to see him. 
"Maybe it&#8217;s time you told them." I said sweetly. "We&#8217;ve been keeping this relationship a secret for far too long." 
"I don&#8217;t know, (Y/N)." he grumbled. "I just don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s the right time." 
I blinked at him, trying to stay indifferent and calm. But it was hard keeping the boiling anger running through my veins from accumulating. He had done this to me way too many times. We had had this conversation at least 10 times in the past month. He&#8217;d always come up with a lame excuse of how he still wasn&#8217;t sure on how to tell them, but he would soon. And I had had enough of it. Not that I hated his fans for it. No, they had nothing to do with this. I loved that he cared for his fans so much. But it hurt to know that he was choosing everything else over me and that he was avoiding me most of the time. 
"And when is it going to be the right time, Hayes?" I suddenly blurted out, not being able to stop myself. My voice apparently had a menacing and angry note to it, because Hayes immediately looked up, scrutinizing me with his crystal clear blue eyes. 
"You&#8217;re really mad about this, aren&#8217;t you?" he said in a calm tone, which just managed to anger me even more. "I thought you were okay with keeping it a secret for a while." 
"I&#8217;m fine with keeping it a secret for a while!&#8221; I spat. &#8220;But for a while has turned into forever, Hayes! It&#8217;s already been more than a year!&#8221; I knew I might have been overreacting, but I didn&#8217;t care at that moment. I was venting. I was finally showing him how I felt about it all. 
Before he could answer I stormed out of the room, grabbing my jacket off the coat rack and rushed out of the house. The sad part was that he didn&#8217;t even try to follow me. I knew that he wouldn&#8217;t be back home in a few hours at least, because he had a radio interview, so I couldn&#8217;t go back to talk to him. Not that I was intending to do so, anyway. 
And that&#8217;s why, now, I was sitting on a park bench, my jacket huddled around me, fuming. It was getting a little bit chilly, so I decided to go to the nearest Cafe. It was quite a small Cafe, but it was homey and comfortable. I ordered a cappuccino and sat down on one of the tables. The radio was on and a One Direction song was playing, their new single I think. Suddenly the music stopped and the announcer said that they were having a special guest on the show. And that&#8217;s when I realized that this was the radio station Hayes would be on.
My suspicious were confirmed when his voice came through the speakers. I had half a mind to leave the Cafe right then and there, but it was as if something was keeping me there. I kind of wanted to know what he&#8217;d say.
"Hi, everybody!" Hayes said on the air. "I would like to say hello to my fans and give them all my love because if it weren&#8217;t for them I wouldn&#8217;t be right here speaking to you right now."
The announcer chuckled and seemed to be starting to pose a question, but Hayes cut him off.
"I&#8217;d also like to thank one more person about everything that has happened to me right now. I&#8217;d like to thank my girlfriend because without her support and love all of this wouldn&#8217;t have been as enjoyable as it has been. She&#8217;s been tolerant with me even after all I&#8217;ve put her through. And now she&#8217;s mad at me and I can completely understand why. I&#8217;ve been tossing her aside and not paying as much attention to her as I should have been, because honestly she&#8217;s the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I&#8217;m so sorry that I haven&#8217;t gone public with this relationship before. I was afraid that she would get hate and I wanted to protect her as much as possible. I didn&#8217;t realize that instead of protecting her I was actually hurting her. I&#8217;m so sorry, (Y/N/LN). I never meant to hurt you. I hope that you&#8217;ll forgive me. I love you.&#8221;
I just sat frozen at the table, my hands gripped around the coffee cup, the steaming liquid slowly cooling off. I couldn&#8217;t seem to wrap my head around what he had just said. Suddenly his voice resounded through the coffee shop again.
"And I&#8217;m sorry to leave you right now. I&#8217;ll answer all your questions another time. This was the only question I wanted to answer right now. I need to go find her and tell her all this, hoping that she&#8217;ll at least stop hating me. Wish me the best of luck."
I could hear the announcer protesting and calling after Hayes, but I knew that he had already left the studio. I quickly got to my feet as well and leaving the coffee untouched I ran out of the coffee shop. I knew where he was headed and I was headed there as well.
I ran as fast as my legs could move. Once I had reached my house I was breathless. I placed my hands on my knees and tried to regain my breath. I heard the sound of someone running behind me. I straightened myself out and saw Hayes coming toward me. He stopped in front of me, just as breathless as I was.
"(Y/N)," he said. "I&#8217;m sorry. I&#8217;m so sorry."
I shook my head. &#8220;I heard the interview. I&#8217;m sorry for overreacting. I should have never reacted like that.&#8221;
"No, it&#8217;s my fault. I should have gone public with this relationship a long time ago. But I was so scared that you would get hate. And I never want to see you hurt and unhappy. I&#8217;m so sorry. You probably hate me right now."
I just shook my head and put my hands on his shoulders. &#8220;I could never hate you.&#8221;
He just smiled at me and leaned in slowly. Our lips were millimeters apart and a second later they met. It oddly felt just like the first time he&#8217;d kissed me. Electrifying, exciting, new and it had the odd feeling that it would last. And I knew that it would. No words were needed to explain what we felt. We both knew it. 
He pulled away slowly and smiled at me again. He pulled me into a hug and nuzzled into my neck. 
"I love you." he murmured into my hair. 
"I love you too." I whispered. 

Your POV: 

Confusing. 

Yes, that’s the world. That’s the word that would describe my situation perfectly. It’s confusing. Dreadfully and stupidly confusing, bordering on frustrating. All of you that think that dating someone who is referred to as “famous” is all sunshine and roses, you’re wrong, my friends. Sure, there is sunshine and roses and all sorts of other flowers and beautiful creatures, but that’s not all there is to it. Oh, no. Especially when you’re keeping your relationship a secret. You’re always on the look out for someone or something. 

It gets even more frustrating than it already was. You can’t go there, because people might see you together. You can’t do that, because people might assume you’re dating. You can’t post that picture, it might start rumors. It gets unbearable. 

Hayes Grier and I had been dating for a quite a while. It was fun and a lot easier when he wasn’t that big, but now, ever since he was been getting bigger and bigger it was just getting harder for the both of us. He was getting a case of paranoia, nicely put. I never got to do anything with him. He was always on tour or meeting fans or doing vines with Nash… Not that I minded. Well, not in that sense. I missed him, of course. But after a while I noticed that he was starting to avoid me even if he was home and not doing anything. Even when we were together he’d always keep a sharp eye out for anyone that might be watching. He said that he would eventually tell the fans that we were dating, but he didn’t want me to get any hate so he wanted to wait a while in order to think of a good way to tell them. But he somehow never got around to it. 

Every person will reach their breaking point. And on June 8, 2014 I reached mine. I had asked Hayes to go to a movie with me and he had said no. When I asked him why he explained that he didn’t want any fans to see him. 

"Maybe it’s time you told them." I said sweetly. "We’ve been keeping this relationship a secret for far too long." 

"I don’t know, (Y/N)." he grumbled. "I just don’t think it’s the right time." 

I blinked at him, trying to stay indifferent and calm. But it was hard keeping the boiling anger running through my veins from accumulating. He had done this to me way too many times. We had had this conversation at least 10 times in the past month. He’d always come up with a lame excuse of how he still wasn’t sure on how to tell them, but he would soon. And I had had enough of it. Not that I hated his fans for it. No, they had nothing to do with this. I loved that he cared for his fans so much. But it hurt to know that he was choosing everything else over me and that he was avoiding me most of the time. 

"And when is it going to be the right time, Hayes?" I suddenly blurted out, not being able to stop myself. My voice apparently had a menacing and angry note to it, because Hayes immediately looked up, scrutinizing me with his crystal clear blue eyes. 

"You’re really mad about this, aren’t you?" he said in a calm tone, which just managed to anger me even more. "I thought you were okay with keeping it a secret for a while." 

"I’m fine with keeping it a secret for a while!” I spat. “But for a while has turned into forever, Hayes! It’s already been more than a year!” I knew I might have been overreacting, but I didn’t care at that moment. I was venting. I was finally showing him how I felt about it all. 

Before he could answer I stormed out of the room, grabbing my jacket off the coat rack and rushed out of the house. The sad part was that he didn’t even try to follow me. I knew that he wouldn’t be back home in a few hours at least, because he had a radio interview, so I couldn’t go back to talk to him. Not that I was intending to do so, anyway. 

And that’s why, now, I was sitting on a park bench, my jacket huddled around me, fuming. It was getting a little bit chilly, so I decided to go to the nearest Cafe. It was quite a small Cafe, but it was homey and comfortable. I ordered a cappuccino and sat down on one of the tables. The radio was on and a One Direction song was playing, their new single I think. Suddenly the music stopped and the announcer said that they were having a special guest on the show. And that’s when I realized that this was the radio station Hayes would be on.

My suspicious were confirmed when his voice came through the speakers. I had half a mind to leave the Cafe right then and there, but it was as if something was keeping me there. I kind of wanted to know what he’d say.

"Hi, everybody!" Hayes said on the air. "I would like to say hello to my fans and give them all my love because if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be right here speaking to you right now."

The announcer chuckled and seemed to be starting to pose a question, but Hayes cut him off.

"I’d also like to thank one more person about everything that has happened to me right now. I’d like to thank my girlfriend because without her support and love all of this wouldn’t have been as enjoyable as it has been. She’s been tolerant with me even after all I’ve put her through. And now she’s mad at me and I can completely understand why. I’ve been tossing her aside and not paying as much attention to her as I should have been, because honestly she’s the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I’m so sorry that I haven’t gone public with this relationship before. I was afraid that she would get hate and I wanted to protect her as much as possible. I didn’t realize that instead of protecting her I was actually hurting her. I’m so sorry, (Y/N/LN). I never meant to hurt you. I hope that you’ll forgive me. I love you.”

I just sat frozen at the table, my hands gripped around the coffee cup, the steaming liquid slowly cooling off. I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around what he had just said. Suddenly his voice resounded through the coffee shop again.

"And I’m sorry to leave you right now. I’ll answer all your questions another time. This was the only question I wanted to answer right now. I need to go find her and tell her all this, hoping that she’ll at least stop hating me. Wish me the best of luck."

I could hear the announcer protesting and calling after Hayes, but I knew that he had already left the studio. I quickly got to my feet as well and leaving the coffee untouched I ran out of the coffee shop. I knew where he was headed and I was headed there as well.

I ran as fast as my legs could move. Once I had reached my house I was breathless. I placed my hands on my knees and tried to regain my breath. I heard the sound of someone running behind me. I straightened myself out and saw Hayes coming toward me. He stopped in front of me, just as breathless as I was.

"(Y/N)," he said. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

I shook my head. “I heard the interview. I’m sorry for overreacting. I should have never reacted like that.”

"No, it’s my fault. I should have gone public with this relationship a long time ago. But I was so scared that you would get hate. And I never want to see you hurt and unhappy. I’m so sorry. You probably hate me right now."

I just shook my head and put my hands on his shoulders. “I could never hate you.”

He just smiled at me and leaned in slowly. Our lips were millimeters apart and a second later they met. It oddly felt just like the first time he’d kissed me. Electrifying, exciting, new and it had the odd feeling that it would last. And I knew that it would. No words were needed to explain what we felt. We both knew it. 

He pulled away slowly and smiled at me again. He pulled me into a hug and nuzzled into my neck. 

"I love you." he murmured into my hair. 

"I love you too." I whispered. 

Your POV: 
It was last summer that I met him. I refuse to believe that it was a meeting by chance. That sort of a meeting doesn&#8217;t happen by chance. It&#8217;s prearranged. But it&#8217;s not prearranged by humans. A human could never create something so perfect and so beautiful. Fate has sometimes twisted ways in giving us gifts. But it has even more twisted ways in taking them away from us. I had been sitting on the pier, the sun beating down on the Earth. I had been sitting there the whole morning. It was my vacation after all. I could lounge by the water all I wanted and nobody could really say a thing. That&#8217;s why when a voice interrupted my train of thought - about how tranquil and calm everything was - was infuriating for me. "Hello," a voice above me said. "Hello," I answered in monotone voice. The thing I had actually wanted to say was, "Go away.", but I had manners and I would definitely not tell whoever it was to go away. I didn&#8217;t own the pier, but I wish I did. "Do you mind if I sit down?" the voice asked. Without even as much as opening my eyes, I shook my head. I had resorted to lying on my back in the last ten minutes I had been here, so I had closed my eyes to stop the sun from shining just a bit too brightly in them. The person, whoever it was, sat down next to me. I secretly wished that he, or so I thought by hearing his voice, would just go away and leave me alone, but he&#8217;d already ensconced himself a bit further away from me, so he wasn&#8217;t invading my space, but close enough to make conversation. I hoped that he would stay quiet and enjoy the still sparkling water in front of us, but apparently I was asking for too much. "Beautiful day, isn&#8217;t it?" I didn&#8217;t have the heart to just stay quiet and ignore him, so as much as I wanted to continue lying on my back and slowly drifting up to a peaceful slumber I sat up and turned to face him. The boy opposite me had shaggy brown hair and oddly piercing brown eyes. People seem to like to always describe brown eyes as chocolate, but this boy definitely did not have chocolate brown eyes. His were a peculiar color. They weren&#8217;t plain. They weren&#8217;t too light. They weren&#8217;t too dark. They weren&#8217;t hazel either. They reminded me of morning coffee. The one that you like staring into and just taking sip by sip only to make it linger to just enjoy it more. I noticed that as he faced me his eyes glistened in the light of the sun only to make them more captivating. He was quite handsome. I wondered how many girls had fallen for him and how many hearts he&#8217;d broken. I guessed that it was quite a few. "Yeah, it is." I finally replied, realizing that I might have been staring at him for just a bit too long. I looked away and faced the ocean in front of me again. "Do you come here often?" he asked and I turned to face him again. He had a charming smile plastered on his face as if he was just talking to an old friend and not a person he&#8217;d met just a minute ago. I shook my head. &#8220;I don&#8217;t live here. I came here for a vacation.&#8221;"Why?" he suddenly asked and I will admit that his question caught me off guard. "A change of scenery, I guess." I shrugged. "What did you mean by that question?" I suddenly blurted out. "I don&#8217;t know. I just thought you might have come here to see someone. Friends?" I saw where this was going. He was probably inspecting if I had a boyfriend or not. I had gotten flirted with a bit too many times not to recognize the pattern. He was indirectly asking me if I was single. I decided not to give him a clear answer just to mess with his head a bit. "No, no friends." I said, casually. "Not here, anyway." He nodded and I continued talking. &#8220;I like it here. I kind of came here to be alone, so I could rest from the outside world a bit.&#8221; "Am I disturbing you?" he asked with a genuine smile. I found myself shaking my head because you can&#8217;t really tell a stranger that they&#8217;re annoying you and oddly enough I actually found this conversation interesting. I found him interesting not only because of his charming good looks, but also the way he talked. He seemed so friendly and so genuine. You don&#8217;t really meet outgoing nice people ready to strike up conversations with strangers a lot, so I decided to grasp the chance and maybe make a new friend. "Where are you from?" I asked, changing the subject. "Chino Hills, California." he replied briefly. "You?" "Minnesota." I answered. He whistled. &#8220;Well, isn&#8217;t that quite a long way.&#8221; I laughed and nodded. &#8220;Now you see why I wanted to come here.&#8221; He suddenly got up and dusted his jeans off. I watched after him with, what I guess was, a surprised look on my face. Because let&#8217;s face it, you don&#8217;t just randomly get up to leave while you&#8217;re just in the middle of a conversation with a person. "I&#8217;m going to have to get going." he explained and I&#8217;m not sure what my reply was. I was still started by his sudden departure. I think I only nodded in reply. This kid was definitely confusing me. He was mysterious and didn&#8217;t act like you&#8217;d expect him to. He turned around and continued walking in that direction. Suddenly he stopped short in his tracks and turned around as if he had forgotten something. "Hey," he called out to me. "What&#8217;s your name?" "(Y/N)." I answered. "Well, (Y/N), meet me here at around 8&#160;o&#8217;clock. I&#8217;m going to take you out on a date." he said. And in the most casual of tones, at that. As if it were the most ordinary of things to ask a complete stranger out when you&#8217;ve just met them. He was already a short distance away once I had recovered from the shock he&#8217;d caused me. "Hey, wait!" I called out, but he just continued walking as if he couldn&#8217;t hear me. Which he might not have been able to, because he was a bit further away from me now. "Hey!" I called out to him, but it was no use. He had already gone. He turned a corner and was out of my eyesight. I blinked toward the place where I had last seen him. What just happened?I flopped back down on my back and closed my eyes. &#8220;But I don&#8217;t even know your name yet.&#8221; I whispered to myself. Oh, who cares, I thought to myself, I could just not show up. 
But that didn&#8217;t happen. I was too intrigued at this point to just not show up. I&#8217;ve always been fascinated by mystery. Then again, most human beings are. And that&#8217;s why at 8&#160;o&#8217;clock in the evening sharp I was standing by the pier, wearing a white sleeveless summer dress and a locket around my neck. I looked down at my pearly white sandals as I waited. He was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he&#8217;ll bail on me, I thought to myself as I removed a lock of my hair that had fallen over my eyes, being careful not to smear the mascara. I suddenly felt stupid. He&#8217;d probably been joking. He probably never meant me to actually show up. And here I was, actually having made an effort to look nice and waiting for him. 
Just as I was about to turn around and leave I heard the same familiar voice behind my back. &#8220;Oh, there you are. I almost thought you weren&#8217;t going to show up.&#8221; I turned around to face the brown haired boy. I saw that he was holding a beautiful white rose. He handed me the rose and I smiled at him thankfully. &#8220;I almost wasn&#8217;t.&#8221; I answered. 
"But you did." he said, giving me a million dollar smile. "Thanks for the rose." 
"A beautiful rose for a beautiful girl." he said and that made my cheeks flush a deep crimson color. Pull yourself together, my mind warned me and I cleared my throat in an effort to try and shift the conversation to something else. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I was thinking we could grab a bite to eat and then we could just walk on the beach. Quite cliche, I know." he said with an embarrassed laugh. "No, no," I comforted him, "It&#8217;s okay. I like it." "Shall we go, then?" he asked, extending his arm toward me. I gracefully took it and nodded. "Hey," I said, suddenly remembering. "What even is your name? Here I am going on a date with you and I don&#8217;t even know your name." "Cameron." he answered my question without a second thought of why he hadn&#8217;t given me his name before. As if it were completely normal to not introduce yourself when you talk to other people. 
The evening we had together was really fun. He took me to a lovely restaurant where we dined and we spent the rest of the evening just wandering on the beach and admiring the light the moon was giving the ocean. A magnificent indigo color, dotted with specks of white here and there. I had taken my sandals off and was now walking barefoot along the beach, holding my sandals in one hand and his hand in the other. He had done the same with his shoes. 
We had been walking and just chatting about regular things. I now knew that his full name was Cameron Alexander Dallas, that he was 19 years old, his best friend&#8217;s name was Nash Grier, that he had a cat and the other typical details that you would ask a person who you&#8217;d just met. I&#8217;d told him the same about myself. I was now in a monologue about my upbringing when I noticed that he had gone completely quiet and wasn&#8217;t saying a single word to anything I was saying. I turned to see what the matter was and that&#8217;s when it happened. He dropped his shoes in the sand, cupped my face in his hands and connected his lips to mine. It was a sweet and tender kiss. It was also genuine as everything with him. But it also held a note of mystery, which I still hadn&#8217;t gotten used to. A lot of things he did were mysterious. 
Once we pulled away I just blinked at him in confusion. He saw my expression and rather than being embarrassed he started to laugh. &#8220;Too forward?&#8221; he asked. "Everything you do is forward." I retorted, but I noticed that there was a smile on my face that had painted itself on there without my permission. He was adventure. And I liked adventure. I also was very intrigued by his quirky ways of doing things. "Do you always kiss on the first date?" I asked, teasingly. "And girls whose names you didn&#8217;t know before an hour ago, at that?" 
He just laughed at my remark and told me that I was special, which in turn made me blush. 
And that&#8217;s Cameron Alexander Dallas for you. The rest of my vacation was filled with the exact same thing. He&#8217;d just appear at my hotel room, bringing flowers, with an invitation to lunch, with movie tickets&#8230; Once he just even popped in to say hi and then went off to do whatever it was that he had arranged for himself. We met up at the pier a lot too. That was sort of our secret meeting place. He made it so easy. He made everything easy. He made adventure easy. He made fun easy. And most importantly he made love easy. Although I&#8217;m not the fall-in-love-at-first-fight sort of girl I had to admit that I was slowly falling for him, a bit more everyday. But I knew that it wasn&#8217;t going to last forever. I knew it had to end at some point. 
And the dreaded day arrived. I had to go back to Minnesota. Cameron took me to the airport and acted in his usual cheery demeanour. He never once mentioned anything about keeping in touch. I had given him my address previously and he had given me his. We also had each other&#8217;s telephone numbers. But he never once mentioned anything about keeping in touch after I left and I didn&#8217;t push him to. I stayed off the subject as well, figuring that this was only a summer fling. 
It was when the time arrived that I had to go through the airport gates that we first mentioned it. And it was I that broached the subject. 
"I guess this is goodbye then." I said sadly. 
He only smiled at me and gave me a peck on the lips. I let the kiss linger a bit, because I admit I knew I would miss him. It had been a lovely vacation. And it was a fairly unusual meeting. But I knew it could never last. He told me to have a safe flight, but he never said goodbye. The actual word, I mean. I was confused by the fact that he hadn&#8217;t, but I had gotten used to being confused around Cameron. 
I boarded my flight and slept through most of it, shooing away any stray thought of Cameron that popped into my head. I had marked that experience as over and didn&#8217;t want anything to do with it. The next couple of days I couldn&#8217;t get him off my mind. I knew that he wasn&#8217;t going back home in a couple more days, but I wasn&#8217;t planning to call him afterwards. That was over and done with. 
A few days later I was sitting in the living room watching Friends reruns and drinking a steaming cup of tea with lemon when the doorbell rang. I grabbed the remote control, put my episode on pause and set the tea on the coffee table. I padded along the carpeted floor and came to the door. Guessing it would be one of my friends that had decided to check up on me and ask me how my vacation had gone I didn&#8217;t even glance through the eye hole. I just opened the door. 
You can imagine my surprise when I saw Cameron standing in front of me, holding a beautiful white rose just as he had been that first time he&#8217;d asked me on a date with him. I just gaped at him, not being able to believe my eyes. 
"What are you doing here?" I finally said after I had regained my ability to speak. "Aren&#8217;t you supposed to be in California right now?" 
He shook his head. &#8220;Actually I&#8217;m supposed to be in Minnesota. I got a job here.&#8221; 
"You what?" 
"I got a job here. I moved." He said it so simply that it almost made me want to slap the grin off his face. How was he not seeing that this was a big deal? And if he&#8217;d know he could have saved me the rotten couple of days I&#8217;d had trying not to think of the fact that we would probably never see each other again and never share that beautiful bond we had formed. 
"You knew beforehand?" I said, stumbling on my words. 
He shook his head again. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t. I got the job offer after you left.&#8221; 
"How come you never said goodbye then?" I suddenly found myself blurting out the question that had been on my mind ever since I&#8217;d boarded that plane.
"I knew I would see you again." He shrugged. I just gawked at him and he handed me the rose. I took it from him and beckoned him inside. He followed me inside and closed the door behind me. I went to the kitchen, took a vase out and put the rose inside of it. I couldn&#8217;t believe what was happening. It was a miracle. A true miracle.
As if reading my mind Cameron came up behind me and said, &#8220;Good things happen to good people.&#8221;
And that&#8217;s when I did it. I burst out laughing, because it was a matter to laugh at. The most uncanny and strange of things had happened within the last couple of weeks and now it was only getting stranger. It was the perfect movie plot.
"You know," I started and smiled at him, "You make everything so easy."
"But life is easy.&#8221; he retaliated. &#8220;All you have to do is know how to enjoy it.&#8221; 
"You make love so easy." I replied.
"Love is easy." he shrugged again and I giggled. He laughed too and picked me up as if I were as light as a feather and spun me around. He put me down gently and leaned in slowly. He cupped my face in is hands as he had the first time he&#8217;d done it and he connected his lips to mine. It was a tender touch. It was a sweet touch. And it was a loving touch.
And that&#8217;s when I realized it. Life is adventurous for a reason. Fate has even more twisted ways in giving us back the gifts that it had taken away from us.  

Your POV: 

It was last summer that I met him. I refuse to believe that it was a meeting by chance. That sort of a meeting doesn’t happen by chance. It’s prearranged. But it’s not prearranged by humans. A human could never create something so perfect and so beautiful. Fate has sometimes twisted ways in giving us gifts. But it has even more twisted ways in taking them away from us. 

I had been sitting on the pier, the sun beating down on the Earth. I had been sitting there the whole morning. It was my vacation after all. I could lounge by the water all I wanted and nobody could really say a thing. That’s why when a voice interrupted my train of thought - about how tranquil and calm everything was - was infuriating for me. 

"Hello," a voice above me said. 

"Hello," I answered in monotone voice. The thing I had actually wanted to say was, "Go away.", but I had manners and I would definitely not tell whoever it was to go away. I didn’t own the pier, but I wish I did. 

"Do you mind if I sit down?" the voice asked. 

Without even as much as opening my eyes, I shook my head. I had resorted to lying on my back in the last ten minutes I had been here, so I had closed my eyes to stop the sun from shining just a bit too brightly in them. 

The person, whoever it was, sat down next to me. I secretly wished that he, or so I thought by hearing his voice, would just go away and leave me alone, but he’d already ensconced himself a bit further away from me, so he wasn’t invading my space, but close enough to make conversation. I hoped that he would stay quiet and enjoy the still sparkling water in front of us, but apparently I was asking for too much. 

"Beautiful day, isn’t it?" 

I didn’t have the heart to just stay quiet and ignore him, so as much as I wanted to continue lying on my back and slowly drifting up to a peaceful slumber I sat up and turned to face him. The boy opposite me had shaggy brown hair and oddly piercing brown eyes. People seem to like to always describe brown eyes as chocolate, but this boy definitely did not have chocolate brown eyes. His were a peculiar color. They weren’t plain. They weren’t too light. They weren’t too dark. They weren’t hazel either. They reminded me of morning coffee. The one that you like staring into and just taking sip by sip only to make it linger to just enjoy it more. I noticed that as he faced me his eyes glistened in the light of the sun only to make them more captivating. He was quite handsome. I wondered how many girls had fallen for him and how many hearts he’d broken. I guessed that it was quite a few. 

"Yeah, it is." I finally replied, realizing that I might have been staring at him for just a bit too long. I looked away and faced the ocean in front of me again. 

"Do you come here often?" he asked and I turned to face him again. He had a charming smile plastered on his face as if he was just talking to an old friend and not a person he’d met just a minute ago. 

I shook my head. “I don’t live here. I came here for a vacation.”

"Why?" he suddenly asked and I will admit that his question caught me off guard. 

"A change of scenery, I guess." I shrugged. "What did you mean by that question?" I suddenly blurted out. 

"I don’t know. I just thought you might have come here to see someone. Friends?" 

I saw where this was going. He was probably inspecting if I had a boyfriend or not. I had gotten flirted with a bit too many times not to recognize the pattern. He was indirectly asking me if I was single. I decided not to give him a clear answer just to mess with his head a bit. 

"No, no friends." I said, casually. "Not here, anyway." 

He nodded and I continued talking. “I like it here. I kind of came here to be alone, so I could rest from the outside world a bit.” 

"Am I disturbing you?" he asked with a genuine smile. I found myself shaking my head because you can’t really tell a stranger that they’re annoying you and oddly enough I actually found this conversation interesting. I found him interesting not only because of his charming good looks, but also the way he talked. He seemed so friendly and so genuine. You don’t really meet outgoing nice people ready to strike up conversations with strangers a lot, so I decided to grasp the chance and maybe make a new friend. 

"Where are you from?" I asked, changing the subject. 

"Chino Hills, California." he replied briefly. "You?" 

"Minnesota." I answered. 

He whistled. “Well, isn’t that quite a long way.” 

I laughed and nodded. “Now you see why I wanted to come here.” 

He suddenly got up and dusted his jeans off. I watched after him with, what I guess was, a surprised look on my face. Because let’s face it, you don’t just randomly get up to leave while you’re just in the middle of a conversation with a person. 

"I’m going to have to get going." he explained and I’m not sure what my reply was. I was still started by his sudden departure. I think I only nodded in reply. This kid was definitely confusing me. He was mysterious and didn’t act like you’d expect him to. 

He turned around and continued walking in that direction. Suddenly he stopped short in his tracks and turned around as if he had forgotten something. 

"Hey," he called out to me. "What’s your name?" 

"(Y/N)." I answered. 

"Well, (Y/N), meet me here at around 8 o’clock. I’m going to take you out on a date." he said. And in the most casual of tones, at that. As if it were the most ordinary of things to ask a complete stranger out when you’ve just met them. He was already a short distance away once I had recovered from the shock he’d caused me. 

"Hey, wait!" I called out, but he just continued walking as if he couldn’t hear me. Which he might not have been able to, because he was a bit further away from me now. "Hey!" I called out to him, but it was no use. He had already gone. He turned a corner and was out of my eyesight. I blinked toward the place where I had last seen him. What just happened?

I flopped back down on my back and closed my eyes. “But I don’t even know your name yet.” I whispered to myself. Oh, who cares, I thought to myself, I could just not show up. 

But that didn’t happen. I was too intrigued at this point to just not show up. I’ve always been fascinated by mystery. Then again, most human beings are. And that’s why at 8 o’clock in the evening sharp I was standing by the pier, wearing a white sleeveless summer dress and a locket around my neck. I looked down at my pearly white sandals as I waited. He was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he’ll bail on me, I thought to myself as I removed a lock of my hair that had fallen over my eyes, being careful not to smear the mascara. I suddenly felt stupid. He’d probably been joking. He probably never meant me to actually show up. And here I was, actually having made an effort to look nice and waiting for him. 

Just as I was about to turn around and leave I heard the same familiar voice behind my back. “Oh, there you are. I almost thought you weren’t going to show up.” 

I turned around to face the brown haired boy. I saw that he was holding a beautiful white rose. He handed me the rose and I smiled at him thankfully. “I almost wasn’t.” I answered. 

"But you did." he said, giving me a million dollar smile. 

"Thanks for the rose." 

"A beautiful rose for a beautiful girl." he said and that made my cheeks flush a deep crimson color. Pull yourself together, my mind warned me and I cleared my throat in an effort to try and shift the conversation to something else. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

"I was thinking we could grab a bite to eat and then we could just walk on the beach. Quite cliche, I know." he said with an embarrassed laugh. 

"No, no," I comforted him, "It’s okay. I like it." 

"Shall we go, then?" he asked, extending his arm toward me. I gracefully took it and nodded. 

"Hey," I said, suddenly remembering. "What even is your name? Here I am going on a date with you and I don’t even know your name." 

"Cameron." he answered my question without a second thought of why he hadn’t given me his name before. As if it were completely normal to not introduce yourself when you talk to other people. 

The evening we had together was really fun. He took me to a lovely restaurant where we dined and we spent the rest of the evening just wandering on the beach and admiring the light the moon was giving the ocean. A magnificent indigo color, dotted with specks of white here and there. I had taken my sandals off and was now walking barefoot along the beach, holding my sandals in one hand and his hand in the other. He had done the same with his shoes. 

We had been walking and just chatting about regular things. I now knew that his full name was Cameron Alexander Dallas, that he was 19 years old, his best friend’s name was Nash Grier, that he had a cat and the other typical details that you would ask a person who you’d just met. I’d told him the same about myself. I was now in a monologue about my upbringing when I noticed that he had gone completely quiet and wasn’t saying a single word to anything I was saying. I turned to see what the matter was and that’s when it happened. He dropped his shoes in the sand, cupped my face in his hands and connected his lips to mine. It was a sweet and tender kiss. It was also genuine as everything with him. But it also held a note of mystery, which I still hadn’t gotten used to. A lot of things he did were mysterious. 

Once we pulled away I just blinked at him in confusion. He saw my expression and rather than being embarrassed he started to laugh. “Too forward?” he asked. 

"Everything you do is forward." I retorted, but I noticed that there was a smile on my face that had painted itself on there without my permission. He was adventure. And I liked adventure. I also was very intrigued by his quirky ways of doing things. 

"Do you always kiss on the first date?" I asked, teasingly. "And girls whose names you didn’t know before an hour ago, at that?" 

He just laughed at my remark and told me that I was special, which in turn made me blush. 

And that’s Cameron Alexander Dallas for you. The rest of my vacation was filled with the exact same thing. He’d just appear at my hotel room, bringing flowers, with an invitation to lunch, with movie tickets… Once he just even popped in to say hi and then went off to do whatever it was that he had arranged for himself. We met up at the pier a lot too. That was sort of our secret meeting place. He made it so easy. He made everything easy. He made adventure easy. He made fun easy. And most importantly he made love easy. Although I’m not the fall-in-love-at-first-fight sort of girl I had to admit that I was slowly falling for him, a bit more everyday. But I knew that it wasn’t going to last forever. I knew it had to end at some point. 

And the dreaded day arrived. I had to go back to Minnesota. Cameron took me to the airport and acted in his usual cheery demeanour. He never once mentioned anything about keeping in touch. I had given him my address previously and he had given me his. We also had each other’s telephone numbers. But he never once mentioned anything about keeping in touch after I left and I didn’t push him to. I stayed off the subject as well, figuring that this was only a summer fling. 

It was when the time arrived that I had to go through the airport gates that we first mentioned it. And it was I that broached the subject. 

"I guess this is goodbye then." I said sadly. 

He only smiled at me and gave me a peck on the lips. I let the kiss linger a bit, because I admit I knew I would miss him. It had been a lovely vacation. And it was a fairly unusual meeting. But I knew it could never last. He told me to have a safe flight, but he never said goodbye. The actual word, I mean. I was confused by the fact that he hadn’t, but I had gotten used to being confused around Cameron. 

I boarded my flight and slept through most of it, shooing away any stray thought of Cameron that popped into my head. I had marked that experience as over and didn’t want anything to do with it. The next couple of days I couldn’t get him off my mind. I knew that he wasn’t going back home in a couple more days, but I wasn’t planning to call him afterwards. That was over and done with. 

A few days later I was sitting in the living room watching Friends reruns and drinking a steaming cup of tea with lemon when the doorbell rang. I grabbed the remote control, put my episode on pause and set the tea on the coffee table. I padded along the carpeted floor and came to the door. Guessing it would be one of my friends that had decided to check up on me and ask me how my vacation had gone I didn’t even glance through the eye hole. I just opened the door. 

You can imagine my surprise when I saw Cameron standing in front of me, holding a beautiful white rose just as he had been that first time he’d asked me on a date with him. I just gaped at him, not being able to believe my eyes. 

"What are you doing here?" I finally said after I had regained my ability to speak. "Aren’t you supposed to be in California right now?" 

He shook his head. “Actually I’m supposed to be in Minnesota. I got a job here.” 

"You what?" 

"I got a job here. I moved." He said it so simply that it almost made me want to slap the grin off his face. How was he not seeing that this was a big deal? And if he’d know he could have saved me the rotten couple of days I’d had trying not to think of the fact that we would probably never see each other again and never share that beautiful bond we had formed. 

"You knew beforehand?" I said, stumbling on my words. 

He shook his head again. “I didn’t. I got the job offer after you left.” 

"How come you never said goodbye then?" I suddenly found myself blurting out the question that had been on my mind ever since I’d boarded that plane.

"I knew I would see you again." He shrugged. I just gawked at him and he handed me the rose. I took it from him and beckoned him inside. He followed me inside and closed the door behind me. I went to the kitchen, took a vase out and put the rose inside of it. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was a miracle. A true miracle.

As if reading my mind Cameron came up behind me and said, “Good things happen to good people.”

And that’s when I did it. I burst out laughing, because it was a matter to laugh at. The most uncanny and strange of things had happened within the last couple of weeks and now it was only getting stranger. It was the perfect movie plot.

"You know," I started and smiled at him, "You make everything so easy."

"But life is easy.” he retaliated. “All you have to do is know how to enjoy it.” 

"You make love so easy." I replied.

"Love is easy." he shrugged again and I giggled. He laughed too and picked me up as if I were as light as a feather and spun me around. He put me down gently and leaned in slowly. He cupped my face in is hands as he had the first time he’d done it and he connected his lips to mine. It was a tender touch. It was a sweet touch. And it was a loving touch.

And that’s when I realized it. Life is adventurous for a reason. Fate has even more twisted ways in giving us back the gifts that it had taken away from us.