At The Park

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I grabbed my iPod and phone and headed out the door as quietly as possible. Luckily, mom and dad were yelling at the top of their lungs when I closed the front door. I stepped out into the cold winter night and made my way slowly to the park. Cliche, I know.

I hate it when my parents fight. It's been like that for months now. Every night seems like a screaming match, like they're dueling each other to see who can scream the loudest. It's ridiculous because it's like I'm not even there. I think they don't care that their own daughter can hear every word they say.

I reach my destination of the park and head straight for my favorite place; the swings. God, why am I so cliche? The tears brimmed my eyes as I shoved my headphones inside my ears. I repeatedly went to dry away the tears with the sleeve of my jacket, but to no avail. Eventually, I gave up and let them fall onto my lap.

I heard footsteps stop in front of me and a pair of Vans came into my line of vision. I looked up and there stood a boy with black hair falling in front of his face. He had a monroe piercing and a lip ring. Damn, this boy is fine.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I lied.

"That would be a load of crap, my dear. I'm Oliver, by the way," he said as he held out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm willow " I took his hand. It was warm compared to how cold mine was.

"So, tell me. Why is such a beautiful girl like you crying? If you don't mind me asking," he sat down on the swing next to me.

I gave him a skeptical look, which he returned with an inviting smile. I sigh, "My parents pretty much fight all the time while ignoring me. I feel so alone in the world."

"I know exactly how you feel, trust me," he sighed.

Weird, he sounds so familiar. And from what I can tell by the moonlight, he looks familiar. I then looked down and realized he had a beaten up notebook and a pencil. "What's that for?"

"Oh, I write music. And I sing," he said with a smile.

"That's cool," I replied back, with a smile.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

"Not really, but you do seem familiar," I murmured, confusion clouding up my thoughts.

"Let's keep it that way for now," he said with a smile again. Man, he had an amazing smile.

"Here," he ripped off a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. He handed it to me. "It's my number. Call or text me whenever you'd like. I'm always up to talk to you. I gotta go, bye." He got up, kissed me on the cheek, smiled, and walked away. I didn't know I could feel like this.

I got up and started to reluctantly walk back home. Hopefully, mom and dad were asleep. I opened the door, thanking my lucky stars that mom and dad forgot to lock up. I closed it without a sound and flipped the lock. I tip-toed upstairs and walked into my room. I slipped off my clothes and put on my black pajama pants and a baggy, gray t-shirt. I took off my makeup and washed my face and crawled into bed. I fell asleep thinking of Oliver, only to dream of him.

I woke up the next morning and looked at the clock; eleven o'clock. I got up and went downstairs; luckily, it was a Saturday. I retrieved a Poptart and took a seat on the couch. I turned on the TV and tried to find something to watch but nothing sparked up an interest. I looked at the clock again. Eleven-fifteen. I grabbed my phone and dialed Oliver's number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey, it's willow . From the park last night," I smiled.

"Of course, how could I forget. What's up?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I was wondering if you would like to hang out or something," I spoke slowly, hoping he wouldn't reject.

"I would love to!" Never mind.

"Great! What time and where?" I asked excitedly.

"How about the park at one-thirty?" he asked.

"Perfect! See you then! Bye, Oliver."

"Bye, willow

I hung up and ran upstairs and hopped in the shower. I got out and did my hair and makeup. I walked over to my closet and stared down my clothes. After looking through every clothing article I owned, I settled on dark blue skinny jeans, my all black high tops, a dark purple tank top, and a black and light-gray striped cardigan. I checked my phone and saw it was one twenty. Perfect timing! I raced downstairs and stepped outside. I walked to the park taking in deep breaths to calm my frantic nerves. Why did I have nerves? I reached the park and looked around, not finding that familiar face. "Maybe he's just running late," I thought. I walked up to the swings and sat down. I felt hands wrap around my face and cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" he laughed.

"Edward Cullen!" I giggled.

"Ew, no. I'm not some pansy vampire fairy," he whined.

"Hello, Oliver," I smiled.

"Hey, cute stuff," he chuckled.

"Cute stuff? Can you just move your hands so I can say hello properly?" I asked with a smile.

"Sure, but you have to promise me one thing first," he said, serious now.

"Sure, anything!" I said, getting impatient.

"Last night, you didn't see me properly because it was so dark out. Since it's broad daylight now, you need to promise me something. You won't freak out when you see me, promise?"

"Okay, I promise," He slipped his hands from my eyes. I got up and started to turn around as I said, "I don't see why you're making me promise-" I stopped mid-sentence.

Oliver Roberts, one of my favorite singers, stood in all his glory in front of me. "Woah."

"You okay?" he questions.

"Yeah, sorry. I just- I'm sorry you're just one of my favorite singers ever. I didn't mean to-," I rambled.

"It's okay," he said with a small smile.

I couldn't say anything, so I just smiled.

"Please don't let this effect us. I really like you, willow he said, worry tainting his dark eyes.

"You like me? Really?Even though we haven't known each other that long?" I was stunned.

He just nodded and looked down with a smile on his face. "When I first met you- I don't know- I just immediately felt this attraction for you. I really wanna see if this could work out between us."

"Okay," I smirked. I gripped his collar and pulled him to me. He looked surprised and so I smiled smugly. He smiled back after the minute of initial shock passed. I leaned forward and kissed his lips and he gladly kissed back. It felt, well, amazing.

"Be my girl?" he asked between kisses.

"I thought it was already obvious," I smiled into the kiss.

He smiled and we continued to kiss by the swings in the park.

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