Two Birds. | A Love Story.

2022: Reminiscence.

"Olive, wake up. We're here." was said in by a feeble voice as nudges on my shoulders were felt. 

I slowly lifted up my eyelids and glimpse at Jordan's outfit. There was a coffee-colored flannel over a basic pearl-like undershirt. Moreover, he was wearing a pair of pleated pants covered in beige, and at the top was a simple snake-like belt holding it all together.

"Enjoyed viewing me, you pervert?" He says, adding a snicker at the end. I brush him off and immediately get out of the car. What I was wearing wasn't too shabby compared to his. I wore a basic white shirt with black jeans and flowers growing from the sides. A simple fit but comfortable, nonetheless. I continued to stride my way to a good spot that caught my eye first.

The area was like Jordan had described it on Thursday. A long meadow that the sun somewhat shined a light on. A few people were sitting underneath different colored blankets, a dog running against the breeze (which made it more cheerful), and a few paper plate flying around aimlessly.

"Shall we claim our spot?" Jordan exclaimed, handing my camera back (all wiped and clean, might I add) as he continued to look for a spot to relax.

"You go look around for places to take pictures, alright?" He exclaims, not as a question but as a statement.

"Alright. leave some food for me, please and thank you." We brought our food in a cooler disguised as a picnic basket. That way, the condiments inside don't get cold. In reassurance, I start my hike to find THE best spot to take pictures and while at that, enjoy my day.

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I checked the time and more than thirty minutes passed before I heard a voice squawk my name constantly.

"Oliver, there you are!" Jordan runs down a hill while his ginger hair bounces up and down as he declines slowly.

"Wait. Stand here for a moment, please."

"H-Here?" He manages to comment as I push him towards a position to stand at.

"Right here. Now, pose for me. Anything you want." I'm not sure if this man knows it, but he is amazingly photogenic. Every shot I take of him ends up looking like a masterpiece. Although his posture looks awkward (and it seems as if nothing would go well with that coerced smile), the pictures end up really well. His mesh flannel flows with the breeze in his current pose, and so does his hair.

"All finished, thanks." I say, looking through the photos. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and weight on my right shoulder.

Jordan hums, "Lovely pictures there, Picasso."

I chuckle and reply with a shrug, "He was a painter."

He lets go of my waist and poses as if the lad was thinking, "He paints what he sees, and you take pictures. Aren't these methods the same?"

"Uhm..." I'm not sure how to answer that. I want to say 'yes, you're right!' but there's no use to help that shameless ego of his.

Grabbing his arm, we go back to our spot, eagerly waiting to relish the food we bought from the bakery.

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A/N: This part is slightly shorter than the others (not like they're long), but this is a part of the second part hence why it's small. Thank you!