Hummingbird - Christofer Drew Fan Fiction

The Forest

We seemed to drive for hours and he didn't hint at all where we were heading. That journey was by far my favourite I had ever had. At first, I didn't say a word. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know the boy. But as the drive progressed, so did my confidence. I began humming along to the radio and I felt him watching me, smiling that adorable half smile.

"Ella," he spoke gently, turning the radio down, "I'm sorry about last night.." The nervousness came back - I didn't want to talk about it. I stared into my lap and played with the lace detail on the hem of my skirt. "I wasn't myself at all, babe. Please don't judge me on that.. I just found you attractive, that's all." I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and he chuckled slightly to himself. Chris' eyes returned to the road. I looked up and watched him. His hair was flickering slightly in the breeze coming through the tiny gap in the window. He looked beautiful. His eyes were glowing a light hazel in the sun and every so often he'd crinkle his nose and laugh at himself slightly. I didn't know what to do with myself. My eyes were fixed on him - I didn't want to miss a single detail of this night. 

Chris began to slow down in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. We pulled up by the side of a road, and he jumped out of the car excitedly and then opened my door for me,smiling as he did. I hesistated.

"Ella.. Trust me." He offered his hand and I took it, reluctantly. Chris lead me down a small path in between two fields and into a luscious forest. The leaves on the trees beamed bright greens and the light from the sun glistened down onto the meandering paths that lay ahead of us. The view was breathtaking. He lead me down one of the spiralling tracks and as we delve deeper into the forest, pretty flowers of pinks and blues and reds and yellows began to grow in numbers. 

"It's so beautiful, Chris." I whispered and he nodded at my words. I couldn't figure him out at all. I didn't want to believe that he liked me. Boys just don't like me - they never have. Eventually, Chris stopped me and watched me as I took in the view in front of me. A large oak tree towered over us - it was gorgeous. The trunk was twisted and it had thick, chunky roots diving in and out of the soil. I held my breath in the shock. It looked like something out of a fairytale. There were butterflies dancing upward, birds singing on the branches above, the distant trickle of a nearby spring. Everything was in harmony. Chris tugged at my hand gently and lifted me up unexpectedly. I squealed slightly and he chuckled, placing me down on one of the roots. I playfully nudged him on the shoulder and he smiled.

"Why have you brought me here?" I was growing curious. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my entire life, but I didn't understand the relevance at all. Was he trying to impress me?

"I write songs here," Chris stated, proudly, "I love music. I don't even know you that well, but I know for sure that you are beautiful.. You don't know me either, and I didn't exactly make a good impression.. But let's start again from here." My cheeks were burning and I could actually feel myself going red. I nodded at him and bit my lip gently.

Chris' deep hazel eyes burnt into mine as he carefully tucked a group of stray hairs, that had fallen into my face, behind my ear. His thumb stroked my cheek gently as his hand rested beneath my jaw. My lips parted slightly and I watched him. Chris took in every detail of my face and smiled when he reached my eyes again.

"You're so purty." he breathed, continuing to study my face. I don't know why, but I was too scared to breathe. It was as if I felt it would ruin the moment. Everything was still, and calm, and peaceful. I had never felt more comfortable around a boy before. A cool breeze skimmed across my skin and I shivered. Immediately, Chris whipped off his denim jacket and placed it round my shoulders. 

"Come on, good lookin'. Dinner time." He winked at me and before I could reply he grabbed my hand and lead me back up the same path we had came down earlier. Chris propped me back up into the car but hesitated before closing the door after me. He signalled for me to bring my head closer and when I was near enough, he pressed his lips gently against my cheek. An eruption of butterflies filled my stomach. Chris chuckled - he knew what he did to me. He then got in his side of the car, started the engine, put on the radio and drove. I sighed contently in disabelief. This day was perfect.