60 days of learning love ✔️

Part 4

Noah POV

Well shit.

I couldn't focus for the rest fo the school day. What was she thinking? Was she even thinking at all?

60 days, 60 days, 60 days.

I keep repeating the words in my head, hoping that eventually they'll just disappear. But they don't. I have 60 days to prove to a bunch of people that I loved a girl I had only just met. And now I'm waiting for said girl, in my car, getting ready to go to her house so we can figure this shit out. Thank god it's Friday. We have a whole weekend to plan and get to know each other. Well, technically we have 60 days to get to know each other, but that's just the problem. Fuck.

Olivia came out of the school and slowly made her way towards the car, slipping in the passanger seat. She sighed as I started the car. I could feel the many eyes staring at me and it made me very uncomfortable.

The drive to her house was long and silent. It wasn't actually long, only about 10 minutes, but it felt so much longer. The only words we exchanged was when she told me which direction to head in next. I had to turn the radio on just to stop feeling so uncomfortable.

After what seemed like ages we pulled up to her house. It looked so cosy. The front garden was neatly arranged with stones, creating a pathway to the wooden door. And a white fence surrounded the home, flowers growing between the cracks. The house itself was around 3 stories, and it's walls were coated with pebbles. There was also a small fountain placed in the far left corner of the garden. And whilst driving towards this house, I noted that there wasn't another home for a least a mile.

Olivia stepped out of the car first, making her way towards the front door. I followed soon after.

Once we entered the house, I let myself be amazed my the decorations. It looked so spacious but also full. Family pictures were placed along the white walls and the furniture looked comfortable. There were vintage items scattered perfectly across the home but before I got a chance to look at the whole house, Olivia was dragging me upstairs. She dragged me all the way to the 3rd floor, which turned out to be an attic, which was also her room.

"I'm sorry" she said, her body falling onto her bed. "I shouldn't have said all that, I guess I just freaked a little".

She gave me a sheepish smile, which I returned. "so, what's the game plan?" I asked, her face immediately brightened up. She clearly liked making plans. And that's what we did. For 4 hours, we were coming up with a plan. And after 4 hours of sitting in her room, I still didn't know anything about her. Other than she was smart and not as angry as she was when I first met her earlier that day.

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"so we are actually going through with the challenge? Like, we are actually going to try and fall in love with each other in 60 days?" I asked, shocked about the plan we had come up with.

She nodded, unsure about the plan as well. "we just have to get to know each other more, you can take me on a date tomorrow?? It's Saturday so that means no school. Maybe we can hand out at 'Rox' for a while?".

Rox was a small cafe down the road from our school. It was quite popular with the students and I used to go here a lot during my freshman year, then stuff happened and I stopped going. I havent actually stepped foot inside since.

I nodded in agreement and then Olivia led me out of the house. We said our goodbyes and I was on my way back home. Not really knowing where the fuck I was headed. I was in an unknown part of town and the only clue I had was to come back the way I came. I was thankful for my good memory.

And when I found myself on a familiar road, I began the journey home.

My house was bigger than Olivia's, but it was less inviting. The thick white paint that covered the walls was almost blinding. There were large windows that allowed anyone to look inside the kitchen. The double doors were also a suffocating shade of white. Our front garden was neater than Olivia's, in fact, most people would call it perfect. I hated it. I hated the flowers. I hated the fountain, I hated the perfectly placed stones. And I hated the white walls.

It was funny how I used to call this place home. That just seemed like a distant memory. But it was inside the house that made me want to scream. So as soon as I entered the building, I ran to my room, closing and locking the door behind. This was the only place I could breathe. And I was thankful for it.

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It was now Saturday and I was patiently waiting outside of Rox for my date. We had exchanged numbers yesterday and the agreed time was 10:15, it was now 10:30 and Olivia hadn't shown up yet. So there I was, standing awkwardly outside of what used to be my favourite cafe, waiting for the girl I barely knew.

I was constantly checking my phone for a message telling me that she couldn't come, or that she was running late. But I never got one. I wanted to turn back, but if she was just running late then I would just have to wait patiently.

And when I heard her familiar voice, I was so relieved. I turned towards the sound of her calling my name and she looked out of breath.

"sorry, bike got stuck so I had to run".

I laughed a little then I lead her inside. I was surprised to see that it hadn't changed at all, the only thing that was different was the staff. I took a seat in the furthest corner and Olivia followed behind me. And a few moments later a waiter came over to take our breakfast orders.

The waiter was handsome as fuck. Like, I can honestly say that because he was. I'm not gay, but he was hot as fuck. His dark hair was a curly mess on top of his head, but it was so fucking cute. His eyes were emerald green, and I could stare into them all day. His nose was perfect. His ears were small but they were perfect. And his jaw line was strong and holy fuck was he hot. My eyes involuntarily moved to his lips. They were perfect too. Kissable.

The waiter coughed loudly, and only then did I realise I had been staring like a moron. A dark blush found its way onto my skin and I immediately turned away, looking at the menu. Olivia started to tell him her order while I silently sat there, feeling awkward as hell. I'd never thought of anyone like that before. That was fucking terrifying.

I hadn't realised that Olivia had finished ordering until she sent a painful kick to my leg, snapping me from my thoughts. I let out a girly shriek from the sudden harsh contact, immediately covering my mouth afterwards. Olivia let out a slight giggle, so I kicked her under the table too. It was weak. Very weak. It just made her laugh more. I sank into the chair, completely forgetting about the waiter waiting for me to order.

"okay, fine. My date here would like some toast with a coffee please" Olivia said between giggles. I rolled my eyes and looked away from her and the handsome waiter.

"what was that about?" Olivia asked. I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"I have no idea, but he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. I'm not gay though!" I said quickly. Olivia gave me a look and I wasn't sure what she was going to say.

"You don't have to be gay to like a guy, and I'm sorry to say this, but don't try anything with him. We're going to stick to this plan remember. And the only way we can fall in love is if we keep any other love interests away, okay?". I nodded my head since that's all I really did.

A minute later the same waiter came back with our food and drinks, he offered me a smile but I turned away. Olivia was right. I can't go crushing on random people when the plan is in motion.

So instead of talking to the waiter I talked to her instead, not that I would have talked to the waiter anyway. And I learned a lot about her. But not big things, just small things like her favourite colour and her ambitions. We actually have a lot in common. I think we could be great friends even after this plan.