Patch Our Hearts

Chapter 28

Carina's P.O.V.

When Nolan finally stopped the car, I noticed we weren't at the theater. In fact, we were no where near it. Looking over to Nolan I was met with an empty seat, the door just slamming shut.

"What the?" I said to myself.

Normal girls would just go along with this, thinking of the romance involved. I thought it was still cute, but my anxiety was all time high. There's three things I hate, horror movies, spiders and surprises.

Letting out a breath and deciding to go against my panic instincts, I got out of the car.

Warm sunlight sprawled across my face, making me immediately squint my eyes. A black figure stood off to the side, and I began to take note of where we actually stood. We were nowhere.

"Where-" I started, but shut my trap when I saw Nolanl just taking in the scenery.

My eyes focused at what he was basking in, the sunlight and trees fighting for dominance then finally blending in together in a bright mess. I put my hand above my eyebrows, using it like shade from an awning.

Admiring the beauty, I noticed Nolan's black shade come in front of me, sticking a hand out. I placed my awkwardly sweaty hand into his stalwart hand.

"C'mon," Nolan said, and for a moment I felt like we were in a fancy movie, were the "perfect' guy had a planned picnic, and they spend the whole night out, not bothering to show up home until dawn the next morning.

Except these "perfect" guys were never going to come around, and if they did they'd never be into me.

Refocusing on where Nolan was taking me, I decided to quit my pity-party about a perfect guy, when Nolan was right in front of me.

"Where are we going?" My curiosity took over, and Nolan laughed.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me..." He said, a smile playing across his face.

Leading me under a sideways giant tree trunk, we finally reached the final destination.

A blanket was sprawled out in the center of a cleared area, trees surrounding it as the sun peaked through branches.

My eyes widened as I took in the entire scene that lie before me. I could feel Nolan's eyes on me, him looking for my reaction.

"I- this-" I started, but ended up just shutting my mouth once again.

Letting out a breath of irritation at myself, I started again, "This is perfect."

Not completely sure if Nolan even heard me or not, I looked over to him. Nolan's eyes met mine, and we stood so close together. This has got to be a dream, this can't be happening.

Our faces were in kissing distance and, looking down at our hands, I realized our hands were still intertwined. Nolan cleared his throat slightly and my eyes trailed up his arm back to those blue eyes.

He broke our gaze to look over to the blanket with the picnic basket, how cheesy.

"We should go eat then," Nolan offered, unhooking his hand from mine.

"Yeah, cool."

"I packed pizza," Nolan informed me, and I gave him a quizzical look.

"I got it Carina, you don't have to worry at all." Nolan smiled, his straight white teeth seemed to glow, if that's what you wanted to call it.

I smiled back, realizing he knew so much about me already. He knew when I was about to zig, or when I was going to zag. Not in a a creepy way, I considered it adorable. That got me wondering, am I really that easy to read? I've known Nolan for a while now but I don't actually know much about him. What's his favorite color? Food? Song? Maybe something he had written.

"Do you have a favorite song?" I blurted out my thoughts.

Nolan glanced at me skeptically, ungrasping my hand to allow himself to sit on the red velvet blanket.

"Um, I have tons. I'd say a top five would be Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel."

"Why kind of name is Garfunkel?" I asked, letting out a soft laugh, trying to lighten the mood and calm my nerves.

Nolan shrugged his shoulder and I joined him on the ground. Reaching over to the yellow-entwined picnic basket. His fingers fumbled over the latch, a loop of twine wrapped around a brown button that had lines of detail engraved to it.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Nolan finally got the latch open, grabbing completely random containers and spreading them over the blanket.

Tired of waiting patiently for the food, I started for the closest brightly colored container that sat near me. The silence was a bit awkward but we were hungry and food may help to start the conversation that had failed by my shitty attempt.

Pulling the top open, I wad treated by nothing other than Twinkies. What the heck?

I laughed at hid silliness.

"What?" Nolan asked, smirking like a complete dork.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said, and we joined a laugh.

Holy crap this is cheesy. I thought, my kind of cheesy though.