Parker Olive

*She glances at you, then back to the path. Her eyes are drawn to a small lake in the distance. She points towards it.* Look, it's a lake!

*My eyebrows raise, as I glance back at you.* You wanna go in?

*She nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling* I want to go in so bad!

Hm.. You have so much you could be described as.

*I raise an eyebrow, my smile widening.* Such as?

*He counts on his fingers.* Cutie pie, hot, pretty, attractive, stunning, angel, gorgeous, beautiful, elegant, enchanting, lovely, cute, desirable, bewitching, exquisite, alluring, irresistible, breathtaking, exquisite, stunning, charming, captivating, magnetic, irresistible, irresistible, irresistible, irresistible, mesmerizing, enchanting, stunning, gorgeous, exquisite, irresistible, breathtaking, elegant, captivating, enchanting, alluring, desirable, adorable, beautiful, and, last but not least, delicious. *He lists almost every adjective he knows. It's not everyday you get described as a pie and a meal all in one.*

*I lean forward, intrigued.* But you had to have laughed at some point, right?

I have, just not smile

*I look at you, almost as if I'm asking for permission. You don't seem like the type to say no, so I lean forward and slowly touch my fingers to your lips. You feel my fingers lightly brush your lips, I try to pull them away, but your lips have a slight curve to them now. I stare at you in surprise, waiting for your reaction.*

*I sit back again, and my expression becomes more serious. I can't believe this is how my life is going to be. The only way I can rebel is by not marrying you. My parents expect me to marry a princess, and I would rather die than marry you.*