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Hey, everyone. It's 1live2love9laugh6 (Andrea), author of Our Summer, New Girl, and Forget Me Not. I know I said I wouldn't, but I've been considering putting another story on Witty. The one I'm writing right now has a lot of swear words in it, though, so I would have to write a new one specifically for Witty with no swearing. What do you guys think?

I'm not starting a new story.
I know I said I would, but I just can't.
With school starting, I don't have time.
I have no new ideas, but most importantly...

Witty isn't what it used to be.
Again, I'm sorry.

Forget Me Not

*One year later*

Her lips were warm and smooth, and Oliver looked down at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen after he pulled out of the kiss.
Randi smiled elusively. The gem in the necklace Oliver had given her seemed to pulse at her throat. He reached out to hug her, but she stepped backwards. He frowned as she turned.
“Randi!” he called as she started turning the other way. “Randi, wait!”
She turned and threw a smile back over her shoulder, but continued to lope gracefully away. Oliver tried to catch her, but it was too much effort to put on foot in front of the other. He wasn’t getting anywhere, and Randi was getting farther and farther away.
Oliver awoke with a start. He could almost smell Randi’s strawberry shampoo. As the dream faded away, sadness grasped his heart. He forced himself out of bed and took a quick shower before getting the flowers he’d gotten the night before and heading out to his car.
The drive to the cemetery was short, and Oliver made it often. Today he’d gotten up early to go before school.
He went to the grave and sat down cross-legged in front of it. He stared at the years.
“You were too young,” he murmured and reached forward to touch the cold, hard stone where her name was carved, wishing it was Randi’s soft face instead.
His arm had healed quickly, and he was back in peak physical condition. Emotionally, though, he was still a wreck. Some days, he would be okay. Then others, it would all hit him with such force that he could barely move with the pain. On days like that, he was amazed he even managed to get out of bed, let alone go to school. It was if when Randi lost her life, he lost his as well. The only difference was that his heart was still beating, and hers was lifeless, lying beneath the ground he was sitting on.
“I should’ve died, not you,” he whispered. He did that often when he came to visit the grave. He always talked to her, and he still told her everything that went on in his life. Today, though, he was silent except for a few brief sentences.
Finally, the words he was able to choke out the words he came to say.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
He rubbed at his eyes hard, and forced the tears back, and then he continued.
“You would’ve been seventeen today. You’ll always be sixteen in my memory though. You’re forever sixteen, and I have to go on living like a zombie.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t mean to complain.”
He was silent again until he got up to leave. Before he did, he laid the blue forget-me-nots on the grave.
“I won’t,” he whispered, and he walked away.
Author's Note: I know it took me awhile, and I'm sorry.
I hope you like it, though, even though it's sad.
To answer a question that a few of you asked me on my last chapter:
Yes, I do plan on writing another story, but I don't know when because I currently have writer's block and absolutely no new ideas.
Thanks for reading my story. I really appreciate the support. (:


Forget Me Not

Randi opened the box. On top was a small piece of paper folded in half, and she picked it up. She unfolded it and read the note aloud.
“The key to my heart.”
Randi looked at him and gave him a smile before looking down at the gift.
Inside the box, lay a necklace with an ornate silver key hanging on a delicate chain. In the cent of the key was a blue gemstone.
"Oliver,” she whispered and looked up at him in awe. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Oliver murmured and took the box from her. He pulled out the necklace and went behind Randi to put it around her neck. She lifted her hair away as he locked the clasp. He kissed her neck gently before he placed her hair back where it was. Randi shivered, but not from cold. In fact, she felt quite warm.
On the drive home, one of Randi’s favorite songs came on the radio, and Oliver turned it up full blast. They both sang along at the top of their longs, as off tune as they possibly could. Randi swung her head back and forth, singing into an imaginary microphone, and Oliver laughed at her. Randi held the imaginary microphone out to him. He leaned towards her and began singing, swerving like crazy.
Neither of them saw the green light change to red.
Neither one of them saw the headlights or heard the other car’s horn honking until it was too late.

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Oliver was trying to sleep, but an incessant beeping wouldn’t let him go back to his dreams. His head was pounding, and he tried to roll over, but pain shot through him. His entire body felt like a bruise.
He forced his eyes open and found himself lying in a hospital bed. His right arm was in a cast, and his other arm was hooked up to an IV. Machines were attached to him everywhere – one of them was what was causing that relentless beeping.
He frowned, confused. He looked over, and saw his dad sitting in a hospital chair, head leaning to one side, fast asleep.
“Dad?” Oliver croaked, his voice scratchy from misuse. Mr. Elliot stirred and his eyes opened slowly. When he saw that Oliver was awake, he sat forward suddenly.
“What’s going on?” Oliver asked, frowning. He tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he could recall was taking Randi home after their date…
Then it hit him. He felt the breath go out of his chest, and Mr. Elliot flinched, seeing the realization in his son’s eyes.
“Miranda?” he managed to whisper through the heavy weight on his chest.
“Oliver,” Mr. Elliot began, placing a hand on Oliver’s good arm.
“Dad, where is she?” Oliver said, panic entering his voice. His eyes searched the hospital room. She should be there, waiting for him to wake up. “Dad!”
Mr. Elliot looked as his hands and back at his son’s face. His heart was breaking for him.
“Oliver,” he began again. “Miranda didn’t make it,” he forced the words over the lump in his throat.
Instantaneously, Oliver’s eyes welled up with tears and he turned away from his father.
The words confirmed what he had already known. There was an emptiness inside his chest, a hole that hadn’t been there before.
As the full impact sunk in, silent tears slid down Oliver’s face. He tried to hide it from Mr. Elliot, but it was no use.
Miranda was dead, and it was his fault.
Randi was dead.
His Randi.
Gone. Forever.

Author's Note: This is the last chapter to this story. It's over. ):
I know it's not the ending you expected, but what do you think?
There is going to be an epligue. Anyone who comments on this quote will get a notification for it. (: Thanks!

Forget Me Not

“I was always a skeptic on that kind of stuff,” Oliver admitted, and Randi’s heart sank. Oliver turned to face her. “But the first time I saw you, any doubt I ever had was gone,” he continued earnestly, taking both hands within his own. Randi’s fingers tingled, and the feeling went all the way up her arms until it faded away near her elbows. “I saw you, and I knew right away that you were the one for me,” Oliver watched her face closely for her reaction as he continued his confession, hoping to see that her emotions mirrored his. “And maybe it’s crazy, I don’t know. I know we’re young, and I know we just met, but… Miranda, I’m in love with you,” he finished.
The words were the sweetest Randi had ever heard. Although she hated being called Miranda, the name coming off of Oliver’s lips sounded more wonderful than anything she had ever heard. Somehow she knew that just by using her full name instead of Randi, he instantly made those words mean even more. They became even more personal than they already were – and that meant everything to Randi. Tears filled her eyes – happy tears – as she tried to think of some response, but how do you come back to that? How do you answer someone who just told you the sweetest thing you have ever heard, and probably will ever hear?
Randi did what came naturally. She took Oliver’s face firmly between her hands, leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on his flawless lips.
“I’m in love with you, too,” she whispered without thinking. The words just flowed out of her mouth, surprising both of them. Oliver wrapped his strong arms around her tightly. Randi let herself cling to him, and she felt the full impact of both of their words.
Every word Oliver had said matched how Randi felt almost exactly. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was that the feeling was mutual. She breathed him in, the already familiar scent of his cologne, wishing she never had to let him go. Oliver felt as if he were in heaven.
Since they still had some extra time, Oliver asked to take Randi one last place. Randi agreed, naturally.
“It’s a surprise, though,” Oliver added as he got in the car. “You have to close your eyes.”
“Really?” Randi said, skeptically, looking at him with eyes brows raised. He raised his eyebrows back, and gave her a firm “I’m-not-backing-down” look. “Fine,” Randi laughed and with a dramatic sigh, closed her eyes.
Once Oliver was positive she wouldn’t peak, he put the car into drive and pulled out. Within minutes they reached their destination.
“Now,” Oliver put the car into park. “You can’t look yet. Okay?”
“Alright,” Randi smiled and would’ve rolled her eyes. Oliver turned the car off. “Now?” she teased.
“No!” Oliver got out. Randi frowned when his door closed, but just moments later, Oliver opened her door. “Okay, here,” Oliver took her hand.
“Where are you taking me?” Randi asked as she blindly let Oliver lead her. He walked slowly and warned her of ever bump or step in her path.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you,” Oliver grinned, and Randi heard it in her voice. She attempted to playfully hit him, but missed. He laughed. “Okay,” he murmured. “You can open your eyes.”
When Randi did, she laughed. They were in the exact spot where there first kiss had taken place.
“I can’t believe you,” she smiled.
“I have something for you,” Oliver said before her last word was even out of her mouth. Randi took in a breath of surprise.
“You didn’t have to –“
“I wanted to,” Oliver said as he pulled out a white rectangular jewelry box with a blue ribbon wrapped around it and tied in a bow on top. He handed it to her, but she looked up at him nervously.
“You’ve already done so mu –“"
Shut up and open it,” Oliver ordered with a grin. Randi smiled, and obligingly pulled the ribbon off.

Author's Note: Here's chapter 9. Opinions? (:
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Forget Me Not

When Randi opened the door to Oliver the next night, she was surprised to see a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers, all in different shades of blue – Randi’s favorite color. She couldn’t believe Oliver had remembered.
“Happy birthday,” he smiled. He stepped into the door way and hugged her sideways around the waist and kissed her cheek as she took the flowers from him.
“Thank you,” she murmured, playing with the flowers. She went into the kitchen to get a vase, and Oliver trailed behind, looking around. The house was just as elaborate as his own, but it was a lot brighter.
“These are my favorite flowers, you know,” Randi said, fingering a delicate blue flower as she put them in the vase filled with water.
“What are they?” Oliver frowned, wanting to remember that as well.
"Forget-me-nots,” Randi smiled, and she sniffed the flowers. “Mmm,” she smiled at him.
“Well, those are beautiful,” Suzanne said, walking into the room. “Hello, Oliver,” she smiled when she saw him. “Are these from you?” she asked, touching one of the daisies.
“Yes, ma’am,” Oliver replied and winked at Randi when Suzanne wasn’t looking. Randi hid a  smirk.
“That was sweet. Do you two mind if I get a quick picture before you leave?” Suzanne asked, and headed to her bedroom to get the camera without waiting for an answer.
“Oh boy,” Randi rolled her eyes and walked over to Oliver, who smiled down at her.
“Don’t worry, babe. It won’t take long,” he leaned down and gave her a quick peck. Randi quickly looked down as she felt her cheeks redden slightly. Oliver laughed at her – she was so darn cute, and she wasn’t even trying.
Within moments, Suzanne was back. A ‘quick picture’ turned into posing for almost ten minutes. Finally, Oliver said they were going to be late for their reservations, a polite way of getting out of the house.
He took Randi’s coat from her when she got it from the coat closest and helped her into it before they went outside to his car.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Randi said, referring to all the pictures.
“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver smiled. He hadn’t really minded. His own father had barely even asked where he was going. He’d cared less about who Oliver was taking with him. He was busy working.
Oliver opened the car for Randi, and she smiled. She wondered if he was being a gentleman for the date, or if it was simply his personality. She was thinking the latter – how could she think anything less?
She slid into the front seat of the recently cleaned car and Oliver closed the door behind her.
The drive took about fifteen minutes across town, to the nicest restaurant Oliver had been able to find. They talked comfortably during the drive, and Oliver took her hand as they walked inside.
The lighting was low, but not too low. The decorations were simple but elegant, and the food was delicious.
Randi had to force herself to ignore the prices when she ordered, and she had to work so she didn’t feel guilty when Oliver paid the bill. She had to remind herself that Oliver’s family, as well as her own, was rich. It was a strange concept to her.
After they ate, Oliver took her back to the lake the day they first met. They went back to the exact same picnic table, and they sat and talked, hand in hand.
After a lull in the conversation, Randi asked, “Do you believe in love at first sight?” before she could lose her nerve. There was a brief pause, and Randi bit her lip, wishing she knew what was going through Oliver’s mind. She wondered if she should’ve kept her mouth shut. Probably. You always say the wrong things, Randi accused herself. But then, Oliver took in a breath to answer.

Author's Note: Thanks for the get well wishes everyone! I did finally. (:
Sorry I took so long again. I'll try not to do that so much anymore. ):

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Forget Me Not

The next few days passed painfully slow for both Oliver and Randi. Between school and Oliver’s busy schedule (on the other hand, Randi had nothing to do, being grounded), they barely got to talk. They didn’t see each other at all either.
On Randi’s birthday, Suzanne agreed to let her go out with Katie and a couple other friends only after talking to Katie’s mom and lecturing Randi about lying and sneaking off. Randi tried not to roll her eyes. Suzanne was trying to protect Randi from making the same mistakes as she did and from losing her childhood, but Randi felt more like she was being smothered than protected.
As much as she wanted to, Randi didn’t go to see Oliver. She followed Suzanne’s rules and was even back early. She decided to get on her mom’s good side so when she wasn’t grounded anymore, she could go out with Oliver, who already had some big surprise planned for her.
It was a Saturday the day that Randi’s house arrest before. The night before, she went to talk to Suzanne who was in her office, grading essays.
“Can I go out tomorrow night?” Randi asked, apprehensively. She knew she was pushing it asking to go out so soon after she got out of trouble. She just hoped her good attitude recently was enough to give Suzanne reason to agree.
“Tomorrow?” Suzanne looked at Randi over her reading glasses and the wooden desk, red pen poised in the air over her stack of papers. “You’re barely ungrounded.”
Randi bit her lip. “I know,” she said softly, staring at the ground. Suzanne sighed and sat back, dropping the pen on the desk and setting the glasses next to it.
“With who?”
“Oliver,” Randi said, looking straight in Suzanne’s brown eyes – it was one of the few things the two actually had in common. As much as Suzanne scared Randi, she refused to be ashamed of Oliver, or even to appear ashamed of him.
Suzanne raised her perfectly-waxed eyebrows in surprise. “Elliot?”
“He’s planning on picking me up at seven,” Randi said, pluckily. Either Suzanne would admire her courage or be annoyed they’d made plans without asking permission first. Randi was hoping – praying, even – that it would be the former.
Whatever Suzanne was, Randi could see on her face surprise. Randi had always been submissive, trying to be the best daughter she could be, the perfect daughter. Although Suzanne had always appreciated it, she admired this new attitude that she saw in her daughter. It reminded Suzanne a little bit of herself when she was that age.
After studying Randi for a moment, Suzanne sighed and sat forward, picking up the pen once again, playing with it.
“Is that who you were with at the mall?” Suzanne asked, looking up at the end of the question.
“Yeah,” Randi said, not bothering to lie. She’d already paid the penalty for that deception, so now there was only something to be gained from her honesty.
“He’s a nice boy,” Suzanne said, thoughtfully. She liked him enough and knew him to be respectable. She sighed. “Alright. You can go.”
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The next day as she was getting ready, Randi took a leap of faith and asked for Suzanne’s opinion on an outfit. She put her foot down, however, and refused to wear a dress, a skirt, or any type of heel.
Then Suzanne did Randi’s hair so it fell in long waves down her back. By the time Oliver rang the doorbell, Randi felt closer to her mother than she had in years.
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I've had a fever since Sunday.
I wrote this while I was sick, so if it's not the best I've written, I'm sorry. ):
*Don't forget to comment if you'd like to be notified for chapter 8*

Forget Me Not

“I can’t believe I just met you yesterday,” he said, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.
“I know,” Randi whispered. She bit her lip when she saw Oliver look down at her mouth and wondered if he was going to kiss her again. She leaned towards him inadvertently in anticipation.
Downstairs, the sound of the front door opening and then
slamming closed again made them both jump.
“Crap,” Oliver jumped up and went to the door leading to the balcony and looked out at the driveway.
“My dad’s back,” he told Randi. She frowned, scared they were going to get caught.
“Don’t worry,” Oliver took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “He’ll go in his office soon, and we’ll be able to leave without him even knowing we were ever here,” he assured her.
“Okay,” Randi smiled unsurely, hoping that Oliver knew what he was talking about.
Fortunately, he did. Within ten minutes, they heard Mr. Elliot close the door to his office. They went downstairs together, and Oliver sent her to go get in his car while he made an excuse to his father about why he was leaving.
Within a few minutes of getting in the car, Oliver came back out, looking completely at ease, with his keys in his hands. They pulled out, and Oliver dropped her off at her house; Mr. Elliot never had a clue.
However, Suzanne was much more suspicious. Randi realized that she was supposed to be home a couple hours ago when she walked inside and saw the clock on the stove.
When she went into the living room to go to her room, Suzanne was sitting on the couch, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap, waiting for her. Randi could tell from the way her mom held herself that she was angry. She stopped and waited for her to say something.
“Who were you with?” Suzanne asked, suspiciously.
“Some friends,” Randi lied, clumsily.
“What friends?”
“Katie and –“
“Really? Because I ran into Katie at the store today. She was grabbing some things for a family dinner they had tonight,” Suzanne said, knowing she had caught Randi.
“Well, yeah, Katie had to leave early,” Randi fumbled with her words.
“Who were you with?” Suzanne said, enunciating her words carefully and slowly. “It was a boy, wasn’t it?”
“Mom –“
“You know you’re not allowed to date until you’re sixteen,” Suzanne interrupted, unwilling to listen to Randi’s excuses.
“I’ll be sixteen in a week and a half!” Randi protested, knowing that there was no way her mom would believe any excuse she came up with now.
“A rule is a rule. You’re grounded. Two weeks. You’re not going anywhere except to school, and you will not be seeing anyone.”
“But –“
“And if you complain, I’m taking your phone, too. You should be happy you got off so easy,” Suzanne stood from the couch and walked from the room, her heels clicking against the tile when she reached the kitchen.
Randi angrily stomped to her room and slammed the door. She texted Oliver immediately and told him what had happened..

Author's Note: So question: How did all of you start reading my story?(:
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Forget Me Not

After throwing away the empty ice cream container at the park, Oliver said, “I’ll race you to the swings,” with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“It’s on,” Randi said, and broke into a run, faster than Oliver expected. He caught up with her easily however, but he didn’t pass her, letting her win.
She laughed as she sat on a swing in victory, although she was almost positive that Oliver could have beaten her with barely any effort. Oliver smiled and pushed her on the swing. After a little bit, he sat on the swing next to her, and they raced to see who could go the highest. Having already let her win once, Oliver decided it would be okay to be the victor this time.
“Not fair!” Randi laughed when he surpassed her. “Your legs are longer!”
“So?” he laughed, and jumped off the swing, landing perfectly on both feet without an effort.
Randi smiled and tried not to stare at him.
“Jump!” Oliver encouraged her. Randi shook her head.
“It’s scary,” she protested.
“I’m right here,” Oliver moved in front of her swing. “I won’t let you fall,” he promised.
It took a little more persuasion from Oliver that she would be fine, but she finally agreed to jump.
“One,” Oliver began. Randi let go of the swing. “Two,” he continued. She prepared herself to jump. “Three!”
Randi jumped, and stumbled straight into Oliver’s arms, just like he’d promised. Oliver hadn’t expected the force that she fell into him with, though, and he lost his balance. He took a few short steps backwards in an attempt to regain his footing, but it didn’t help. He fell straight on his butt, with Randi on top of him. He put out one hand out on the ground to stead himself and kept the other around Randi to make sure she didn’t fall any farther.
“I’m sorry!” Randi exclaimed, attempting to scramble up, but Oliver’s laugh made her hesitate. It only took him a moment to reclaim his balance, and when he did, he put his other arm around Randi’s waist as well, not wanting her to move away.
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled. Randi looked down at him shyly and smiled back.
Oliver put his hand on her cheek and Randi thought her heart would slam out of her chest. He leaned forward and then paused. Randi felt more nervous than she knew was possible. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. Her eyes slid to Oliver’s lips unintentionally, giving Oliver courage.
He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and kissed her, a gentle brush of the lips.

Oliver heard Randi’s sharp intake of breath when he pulled back. He took it as a good sign and kissed her again, this time for longer.
Her lips were soft and smooth against his own, and Oliver wanted to know what they tasted like. His arms tightened around her, almost naturally.
“Oliver,” Randi laughed nervously when they pulled apart. “We’re in the park!” she said in a hushed voice.
Oliver laughed. “Sorry,” he leaned his forehead against hers. “Do you want to leave?”
Randi shrugged. “Where would we go?”
“There’s no one at my house,” Oliver suggested, and then swore inwardly. Why would he say that? It sounded like he only wanted to get in her pants – which wasn’t even close to the truth.
That thought never crossed Randi’s mind when she agreed, hesitating only for a brief moment before answering. They linked hands and headed to Oliver’s car.
When they got back to his house, they went upstairs to the only room Oliver hadn’t shown her the night before – his own. He put on a movie, and they laid in bed as they watched it.
Oliver had already seen the movie, and he found that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Randi. Curled up next to him, focused on the TV, Oliver didn’t think he’d ever find someone who made him feel this way, especially since he’d barely even known her for one full day.
Randi tried to pay attention to the movie, but she couldn’t. Oliver was laying on his back with his arm draped around her shoulders, and she was half on her side and half on her back, laying as close to him as she dared. He kept running his hand up and down her arm, making her glance at him out of the corner of her eyes every time.
Finally, she turned completely onto her side towards him, giving up on the movie.

Author's Note: So what do you think of their first kiss? (: It was fun to write. Hope you liked it.
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Forget Me Not

Oliver came back promptly with Suzanne’s and Randi’s coats draped elegantly over his arm. Randi smiled as he handed her the coat, and Oliver smiled back.
“Have a safe drive home,” he said courteously to Suzanne and John. “It was nice meeting you, Randi,” he turned to her, and he shook her hand. Not only would his politeness impress Mr. Elliot, but it gave Oliver a good excuse to touch Randi again. None of the adults noticed that their hands lingered a little longer than necessary.
Randi slid her coat on, and followed John and Suzanne out, fighting the urge to look back at Oliver one last time. She walked out the door, feeling blissfully happy.
It was even cooler outside now than it had been before. Randi slid her hands into her coat pockets, and her fingers brushed a piece of paper. She frowned. She knew there hadn’t been anything in her pocket when they had left. She pulled it out and glanced back at the house.
Randi glanced at the paper. It was folded perfectly in half, and was unmarked on the outside. She got in the car and unfolded it, reading it with the dim light that her phone gave off.
You never answered my question. – Oliver
Underneath that, a phone number was scrawled. Randi smiled and quickly pulled out her phone and sent the number one simple text that changed her life forever:
Yes. – Randi
The next morning, Randi woke up to a text from Oliver.
Hey beautiful. :)
She smiled and texted him back. Just moments later, Oliver called her.
“Hello?” Randi answered.
“Hey. You didn’t get in trouble last night, did you?” he asked, apprehensively.
“Not really,” Randi smiled at the concern in his voice, and got out of bed. “Just a lecture,” she added to give a better explanation as she walked out onto the patio that was right off of her bedroom.
She sat at one of the patio chairs while Oliver answered, “Good. So you can meet me at the mall at noon?”
“Sure,” Randi smiled, excited to see him again. “I’ll text you after I talk to my mom about it.”
Although Randi had to lie about who she was going with and sit through another lecture, Suzanne finally agreed to let her go. By the time Suzanne was finished, Randi had less than an hour to get ready.
After showering quickly, Randi pulled on a pair of jeans and a brown baby-doll top.
Once she was ready, Suzanne drove her to the mall and dropped her off. Randi entered through the food court, and searched through the throng of people for Oliver.
When she didn’t find him right away, Randi feared that he’d ditched her, but then she saw him standing by a vending machine against the far wall. Their eyes met at the exact same time, and a huge grin stretched across his face. He waved, and Randi started towards him while he waited where he was.
“Hey,” he smiled, and stepped forward to hug her. He hesitated for a millisecond when he realized he didn’t know how she would react, but Randi stepped forward, completing the hug for him. He smiled and squeezed her tight. Even over the aromas of all the different types of food, from hamburgers and pizza to Chinese, he could still smell the sweet scent of Randi’s shampoo.
They walked around the mall for awhile and stopped at a few stores here and there just to look, but neither of them bought anything.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Oliver asked. “I’m getting kind of bored.”
“Sounds good,” Randi smiled, who had just been thinking the same thing.
On their way out, they passed the food court, and Oliver bought Randi an ice cream. Insisting that it was the most amazing ice cream she’d ever had, she made Oliver try it. She shared the remainder of it with him on their way to the park, feeding him bites in between laughing and eating some herself while he drove.
Author's Note: I was going to put this up last night, but I couldn't find the notebook I had it written in. Sorry. ):
Thanks for all the support. It means a lot. You're all amazing. ♥