𝑅𝑎𝑚𝑒: (𝑎𝑑𝑗.) 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.
Kayden black has had a crush on Oliver Collins since she was eleven years old. She always knew she couldn't have him, he was h...
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After taking, what I am certain is, the quickest shower known to mankind, I threw on a dress that I got with Oliver a while ago and some sneakers and I was out the door, I did make sure to say goodbye to my parents though.
When I stepped outside, I saw that Oliver was already standing there,"How long are you here?" I asked.
"Around ten minutes, I didn't want to rush you." When I reached him, he smiled and pulled me into a hug, l love his hugs.
"So, where are we going?" I asked when we pulled apart and he took my hand in his.
"Surprise." He said and we started walking, I hate surprises.
"Sure you do," he muttered, I said that out loud didn't I?
After a couple of minutes of walking, we arrived at a ice cream parlor, I love ice cream.
"I know you do," Oliver smiles.
"I should really stop thinking out loud." I grumble.
"No, it's cute." He kisses my temple, heart? Melting.
"What would you like?" The cashier girl asked, clearly ogling Oliver.
Some weird instinct is telling me to pull him away and yell, MINE, but I won't do that.
"What would you like Smalls?" Oliver asked, bringing me back from the murder scene that's going on in my brain.
"Uhh, I don't know, surprise me?"
"I thought you hate surprises," Oliver smirks, kill me now.
"I do, but I'm also indecisive, so it might take us half an hour If I choose." I mutter.
"Alright," he kisses my cheek this time, a blush covering both of our cheeks.
Oliver ordered me a strawberry and chocolate cone, and vanilla for him.
I love strawberry and chocolate.
"I know you do, that's why I chose it." I should really stop thinking out loud.
He tugs on my hand that's holding his and we start walking, not really knowing where we're going.
"You know, I kinda like this." I gesture to our laced hands, choosing to be bold.
"Yeah?" I nod, "Good, cause I'm planning on doing this a lot." He tugged me closer to him and wrapped his hand over my shoulders, successfully mushing me to his side.
With a huge grin on my face I wrap my free hand around his waist.
Somehow, we ended up on a beach bench, watching he sunset, our ice creams are long gone, mostly on my fingers that are now sticky.
"Do you have a tissue?" I ask Oliver, completely annoyed at my hands.
