To love you, short stories

To See You

Her hand in his,
he became her tomorrow's.

-Atticus-
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I tighten my thick brown sweater around me, and look down at the pavement as I wait for Oliver at the bus stop.

I check my watch. He's late again, as always.
But even though he's always late, I find that I can never stay mad at him. That's one of the frustrating things about knowing a guy for as long as you can remember, no matter what he does, or how hard I try, I can never stay mad at him for more than a couple minutes. It's the same the other way around as well.

"Heya," Oliver's crisp voice fills my ears, and I spin around to face him. "Am I late?"
I show him my watch, and tap on it two times.
"Your only fifteen minutes late, that's less than last time though." He frowns. "Sorry."
I roll my eyes. "You should really get a watch you know." He looks up at me then.
"I know, and I have, but I always seem to loose them, they just disappear."
I laugh quietly. "I think you just misplace them, that's all."

Oliver nods slowly. "Yeah, but I have no idea where I put them."
"Then maybe I should just glue one onto your wrist permanently," I tell him. He laughs at that.
"Maybe you should." He shakes his head and looks down at the uneven floor.

"Well, we missed the bus, I was going to hop on without you but then I realized that you have my muffin..." I stop when he scrunched his nose up. "You didn't forget my muffin did you?" He laughs, "no I'm just messing with you, I have them here. And wow, I thought we were best friends turns out you only like me for my muffins."

He removes a bag out of his freakishly large pocket, and hands it to me.
"What flavour did you get me this time?" I ask.

Every morning when Oliver and I go to school, he brings me a muffin because of the fact I can never get out of bed, and I would be late for school if I stopped for breakfast.

"Blueberry." I remove the muffin from the small plastic bag, and unwrap the foil that he put around it. I take a bite.
"Mmm, it's still warm." He laughs as I take another bite. "Yeah."

He comes to sit on a bench with me, and watches as I devour my muffin.
I look up at him guiltily. "You want a bite?"
He grins, and shakes his head. "It's all yours Elise." I take another bite, still looking up at him. "You know what confuses me?" He asks. I shake my head. "That you eat so manny muffins a day, and your still freakishly skinny."
I swallow my mouth full of muffin, and glare at him. "I am not." "Oh yeah?" He says grabbing my wrist. He circles my wrist with is thumb and forefinger, and shows me the gap that is still there between his fingers. "Proof," he tells me. "That means nothing," I respond returning to my muffin. "Plus, their just muffins."

When I finally finish my muffin, I realize that the bus still hasn't come. Oliver notices my expression, and he frowns again. "I really am sorry." I wave his apology away. "It's fine, but it is getting quite chilly out here."

Oliver looks down at his hoodie he has on, and I realize what he's thinking. "No, it's okay," I say, but then I shiver. Oliver grins, and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. The body head radiating off of him warms me up a little, and I snuggle deeper into his chest. He laughs, and I scowl.
"I don't get how your not cold, I have a bigger sweater than you and I'm still cold.
"Dunno?" he whispers leaning closer to me.

At that moment I hear the bus's loud screech, and I look up at it to see it coming to a halt in front of us. I get up from my seat, and Oliver follows behind me.

"These ones," Oliver tells me, pointing to two seats facing each other on the bus.
I follow him over to the seats, and take the one closest to the door. I wrap my arms around myself and smile up at Oliver.
"Why so happy today?" He asks.
"I'm always happy after I receive my daily muffin from you," I tell him. He laughs, and lolls his head back, staring up at the dirty white ceiling.

"Oliver?" I ask when he remains looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah?" He looks back at me.
"You okay?" He nods. "Just tired." I frown slightly. "You didn't look tired before, are you sure you're okay?" He meets my eyes, and they linger there for a moment. He sighs. "Yeah."

Unconvinced, I narrow my eyes at him, cocking my eyebrows to the side. He doesn't say anything. "Fine," I say quietly. "But if anything's wrong, you can tell me."
He smiles, a genuine smile, and his lips curve into a word that seems different from the one he actually tells me.
"Okay."

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✎I hope you liked the first short clip from Oliver and Elise's life, and if you didn't, or thought it was boring, I promise you they only get better, (and cuter)
Anyways, I hope you like it, bye!