OllieXmartha

Chapter Three

The next day arrived, and Britain was back to its usual drizzly forecast. Martha and Mrs Fitzgerald were having breakfast at the kitchen table.
"Mother," she began, finishing her slice of toast, "Would you ever say it's wise to keep big secrets, even if they're bound to come out eventually?"
"Well it obviously depends on if it's a good or bad secret," her mother replied.
"But what if it depends on how each individual person takes it?" Martha questioned, forgetting to be careful. Mrs Fitzgerald looked at her daughter.
"Do you have anything you want to tell me, darling?" She asked suspiciously.
"No mother," Martha responded quietly, looking down at her now empty plate.

*TIME SKIP TO 8AM*

Martha was glad to get out of the house that morning, but also slightly nervous. Ollie saw that her hand was shaking, but he didn't question it, for it was quite cold outside. For a few minutes, they walked in silence. The only sounds to be heard were the pitter-patter of rain and the occasional gust of wind. The streets were empty, as most people were driving to school.
“It's now or never,” Martha thought.
"Ollie, I need to tell you something," she said, breaking the silence.
"Actually, Martha, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Ollie replied. Martha looked at him expectantly. "But ladies first," he added.

They came to the end of the road and stopped. Martha checked one last time to make sure that no one else could see them, and then looked back at Ollie.
"Oliver Coulton," she started to say, "I love you."
"I love you too, Martha Fitzgerald," Ollie replied, smiling. Martha grinned back. "So if I love you, and you love me, does that mean we can be a couple again?" He asked, holding her hand.
"Of course," Martha answered, "But on one condition." Ollie nodded. "We can't let anyone find out."