Heather Oakley Beltran an innocent Christian girl, the most purest and Holden Parker a quiet and serious boy who's completely lost and hurt by his past.
How can two such different souls learn to love one another?
Sometimes all God does is let two c...
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Love.
Love
Love?
He called me love.
I was very used to Oakley or Heather, but love? He'd never called me that nickname until now. Not even I have heard my parents call each other love. It did not help that that exact word had slipped into my mind just last night when we Iwas demolishing fries into my mouth. I knew maybe I shouldn't be thinking deeply about the pet name but I was, and that was beginning to be a problem.
Quickly, I unplugged the straightener and then grabbed my backpack from my desk chair when I heard the very distant knocks that sounded all too familiar. It was Holdens 'knock'.
I took a look at the my phone and saw it was already ten till eight. Shoot.
I blew some hair away from my face once I'd gotten down the final stair then burst the door open. "Hey." The first thing I got sight of was his backside as he stood at the top of the stair, looking off the distance.
He turned around as he heard me. "Morning," he smiled, taking in my appearance as I shut the door behind me.
"I would've invite you in for coffee, but it's absolutely late so that's not possible." I sighed, giving him my usual morning hug. I loved them morning hugs. They were so comfy. Not only that but I loved the smell of his perfume. It was like citrus and cedar wood or something.
"I got coffee for us," he said when he opened the car door for me.
"What? Really?" I asked in bewilderment, looking for the cups of coffee, and indeed there they were there in the cupholders, looking mighty and nice.
I might just have to marry this man right now.
"Coffee with extra sugar?" he lifted one of the coffees when he got into the drivers seat.
"Yes!" I snatched the cup from his hands and sipped in the deliciousness. Not even Braylee gave me this type of treatment. Instead, she made us late to our first class by insisting we drive to a coffeeshop before we went to school. "Thank you." I leaned over from my seat, going to kiss his cheek, but instead, like if he knew I was about to do just that, he turned over, and I ended up colliding with his lips instead.
I gasped in surprise, and hit his shoulder playfully.
He simply smiled, turning his face back to the road. This was like the second time he had basically stolen a second kiss when I intended for just something nice and sweet, but he always just seemed to have other plans. It was so different now, I thought. Before I would never think that the boy I sometimes saw across my house, looking irritated half of time, and then the next being kinder than ever to the little kids who took their bikes would be my boyfriend. And he was the sweetest person I've ever met. It was hard to think that he and his dad were so bitter with each other. It just didn't sound like my Holden. It was very hard to believe.
