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"Only if I can put a salamander on your head later," he replied, a grin on his face.
"Thanks I suppose," he said sheepishly.
"I wouldn't dream of it," she said, kissing his cheek. "You're the best thing."
He laughed, taking her hand again. "A well placed coincidence."
"I'm going to worry anyways." He crossed his arms.
"Good!" she said, putting her hands over his. "I like that decision."
After a moment he paused and leaned down to pick something up. He turned to her and offered her a flower. "It's called a night sky petunia, I think."
"I don't want you to get hurt," he said flatly. "And listen to your dad."
She kissed his cheek excitedly. "I feel the same way."
"When I still lived here," he said. "It's been awhile."
"Yeah, but still," he said. "Wouldn't it be better?"
She felt her heart beat quicken, and gently put her hands on his shoulders with a smile. "Really?"
He watched the surrounding area. "It's nice."
"I suppose," he nuttered. "Shouldn't you listen to your dad, though?"
"Ah.." She looked at the ground, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah."
"About two miles in," he answered. "Not many people go there."
He instinctively reached to grab her arm, though his grip is gentle. He pulled away after realizing she caught herself. "Right.."
She grinned, her eyes bright. "And I definitely would not want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Alright," he said, stepping up the stairs.
He followed her down. "Will you be going back to school tomorrow?"
