Our Secret little Rendezvous

The meadow

📌 Written by me :)

———————— Chapter 22

The young couple is sitting on the meadow, lying against a three. Oliver is practising some accords on his guitar while listening to his girlfriend, Penelope, rambling about different things.

She just had to send a very important Essay to her English literature teacher, and she can't help but feel really anxious.

Well, essay isn't the right word. A rather famous writer is coming to the city in a few weeks and the teacher somehow got in contact with them.

The author is willing to answer some questions about how to write a book, what to consolidate while writing it and all these things that could be extremely helpful to a young writer like Penelope.

But not everyone can go, that's what her teacher said. Everyone should send a text with a reason why they want to go and a small text of a story themselves have written.

Now, Penelope, knew her writing was good. She still felt pretty anxious when showing others her work.

To copy with her anxiety, she talked. A lot and very fast. Perhaps, the boy never heard anyone change the subject of the conversation so fast.

"I'm still not over the letter Gilbert wrote to Anne!" Penelope changed the subject, again.

"I mean in the books he was cute and all, but this letter?"

"You are the fond object of my affection and my desire. You and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart..." she mumbled, quoting Gilbert Blythe, another fictional man she has fallen in love with.

"What a shame she'll never read the letter."

"But oh my god! The engagement! If that's how he told her about his love, just wait till the proposal, it will be magnificent."

Ollie smiled at his little blue bird, he loves hearing her talk abound all these things she enjoyed. She always talked very fast, one must say. But after a bit of time he could understand her just perfectly, even when talking faster than Eminem.

"Why are you smiling? Do I look funny to you?" she said in a harsh ton. He shook his head. "Nope, not at all. Just realizing how lucky I am to have you."

Penelope felt her cheeks redden from what the kindred spirit just had told her. "You sure are a lucky boy."

"Boy? I'm a man." He answered confidant.

"You're a man, when I tell you, you're a man."

"Did you just quote Enola Holmes on me?"

"Indeed" the girl smiled at her boyfriend who felt all the butterflies in his stomach fly around like crazy just because he saw her smile bend over to give her a peck on the lips.

"So um, anyway. We should do something." She constantly was changing the topic, but not only because she was anxious about whom the teacher would choose, but also because the not finished conversation they should have sooner or later.

The week Penelope's parents were her was also the week they found out about Oliver being particularly best friends with no one but Penelope Brother, Micah.

Not a real problem, right? Still, both didn't dare to even talk about it. Like, they were afraid it's an almost broken egg that will break if it only is touched.

Oliver could simply tell Micah that he was dating his sister, it's nothing too bad. Still he didn't, just like Penelope avoided at all coast to tell her brother the name of this mysterious boyfriend of hers.