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Chapter Four : Fools Rush In

A/N : Here's another chapter! This one is a little bit short, but the next will be longer. I promise! Enjoy! And please review! It means so much.

Chapter Four : Fools Rush In

Layla

Layla, most likely had been spending two hours in front of her bedroom mirror. Primping and fixing her curly hair that seemed as if it couldn't stay in place. She felt self conscious in her cream floral dress with pink flowers and a light green cardigan over it, and paired with flats. She decided to let her hair fall naturally and finally stepped away from the mirror.  

Today was her... outing with Arthur. Or was it a date? She wasn't sure. All she was sure of was that she was nervous and couldn't seem to breathe correctly. Her stomach was making flaps like in gymnastics and her heart was pounding within her chest.  

She never felt as nervous as now. She also managed to lie to her parents and say she was going to visit her friend, Ada. Who was gladly covering for her. 

Layla, walked towards the beach where she'd meet Arthur. Her fingers were mindlessly playing with bracelets along her wrist and she stood by on the dock, feeling the breezing wind that had a salty smell to it from the ocean. 

Afar, Arthur quickly made his way to the beach. Dropping Verona, off at the barbershop and glad to see her hit it off with Danny. He kept glancing down at his watch, trying not to be late and disappoint Layla.  

He had to admit... he was fairly nervous. Sure, he went out with women before. But he couldn't help the pounding within his chest as he approached the dock. Fiddling with his tweed brown fedora hat that he'd wear on windy days, and mostly would wear all the time.  

He saw the familiar curvy figure of floral and long caramel locks, knowing it could only be Layla. Arthur, felt a wide grin spread on his lips as he approached her, "You look beautiful," He commented with a sincere smile. 

Layla, felt her heart take a leap as she turned and saw him. Dressed tall with a brown fedora that went well with his suspenders and regular brown slacks and white shirt. She gulped and tried not to stare, feeling blush creep up on her cheeks, "You don't look bad, yourself." She replied with a small shy smile. 

Arthur, chuckled as he gestured for her to walk with him, "I hope you don't mind clustered places, my place is... a bit tiny." 

Layla, waved it off as if it weren't a problem, "It's fine," She assured with a nod as they walked towards downtown. Once arriving at Arthur's home, she didn't see it as that bad. It was a very tiny home located in the woods with several other houses on the street. It reminded her a bit of a cabin, but wasn't exactly one. It was just the color of dark brown with white shudders and green lining. 

"I think your home is lovely," She commented honestly, "It's surrounded by nature, it must be beautiful in the morning to hear the birds sing." Layla said with a smile, outstretching her arms as she looked around, seeing everything green with tall oak trees and small lavender flowers sprouting from the earth with vivid grass. 

Arthur, smiled at the comment, "Well, you're the first. Others would say it's took hidden, hard to get to places." He snorted, walking up the steps of the home and managing to budge the door open that was a little rusty, "Don't mind the door," He added before letting her walk in. 

Layla, felt a small smile on her lips as she looked around the cozy home that had small furniture and an open floor plan. The kitchen was all yellow, almost everything was yellow. Except the countertops and fridge. While the rest was either brown or green or white. A color tone playing in every corner. Her home was usually always pale with very little color besides her mother's bright flowers that 'completed' the room.