Oneshots: Elmax / Sillie

Moonflower

Max's POV:
My class started doing pen pals for some reason. I think it's stupid, we're only writing letters to the people here next period. But whatever, no matter how dumb I thought it was I wrote anyway, I couldn't risk worsening my already pretty awful grades so close to graduation.

We weren't allowed to talk about our letters and we had to stay anonymous, not allowed to write our names either. In fact we couldn't write anything revealing about ourselves or show people who we were writing to. It was a little weird writing to a complete stranger but it did take away some of the awkwardness to if they ever found out.

The hour passed and we just handed it in to the teacher at the front so she could sort them out, and by the time we next had English they'd be a letter on our desk from whoever our pen pal was.

My pen pal is a girl, I know it. It wasn't hard to tell with her neat cursive handwriting and the way she always used a dark green glitter pen, as well as her way with words.

Those words.

I think I've fallen for those words.

We've been doing letters for weeks now, a good 2 months at least. Every day there's a new letter from her. It started off boring, with us just writing along with the prompt, but now we write about anything else, everything else, going off the lines and writing on the back.

I've never talked to someone so interesting.

I've started smiling while reading her letters, she does multiple pages of them now and I wouldn't have it any other way. She always ended it by saying, "signed, moonflower <3". We had decided to call each other by our favourite flowers just so it would be a little more personal while also not giving anything away.

Her letters make my heartbeat flutter and my face feels warm, the way she always signs off with a heart makes me feel like she feels the same. But I knew for sure she did one random Tuesday when she wrote this at the end of her letter.

"And I know we've only met through paper and ink, but I think I might be falling for you, Dahlia."

I stopped breathing for a second, my heart caught in my throat as I read the words over again and again. She's falling for me too.

I wrote back that I might be feeling the same. My hands were shaking meaning my words were a bit shaky too but I didn't care, she always seemed to understand my sloppy writing, even when hers was so perfect.

Now, I'm sitting in my car. It's pouring rain, there's a pretty bad thunderstorm outside, the radio station I'm on just told me. But I haven't even left the school parking lot yet. What am I waiting for? I change the radio onto one playing music and turn my engine on, pulling out from where I was parked.

As I'm driving down the flooded streets, I see a girl walking home. She had no umbrella, just a hoodie on over her head. In this rain? I decided to roll down my window, some of the rainwater coming in immediately.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask the girl over the rain, "I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it's raining pretty bad out here."
"Trust me, I know. My car's just broken down like 3 blocks away so I have to walk home." She replied, turning to look at me.
I smile at the grumble in her tone, "Well you don't have to. If you want I can drop you off home?"
"Are you sure?" She furrows her eyebrows.
"Of course, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't. Here, come round to the other side." I told her, unlocking my doors.

She looked both ways and walked onto the empty road, getting into the passenger seat of my car.

"You're not gonna murder me or anything?" She asked, taking her hood off, so soaked it went from light grey to completely black.
"No." I chuckled, driving down the road, "Tell me where to go."