• "We need to talk" He whispered, so that my brother, who was sitting next to us playing his video games couldn't quite hear.

    "About?" I asked, knowing full well what he wanted to talk about.

    "Just come out back with me, I can't talk to you here."

    My heart pumped a little faster, because I knew I had to do this. Say it out loud. I'd never been talented that way, but I knew he could be the best thing to happen to me, so I followed him.
    He led me towards the fountain that overlooked the entrance to the suburb we both lived in. The water green with algae, and reeking of chlorine but it didn't make me think it was any less beautiful. He kept on staring at me, for whatever reason.

    "Okay, we're here... Whats up?"

    "Caitlin, you know whats up. You wrote me the note, didn't you?"

    "Yes... But the reason I wrote the note was because I didn't want to say it out loud." I nervously tucked a strand of hair under my ear.

    "I suspected as much." He sighed, as he reached for a pad of paper I didn't notice he was holding when we hiked here.
    "Now write everything, what you really feel about me, about this."

    He boxed me into this, he knew I wouldn't say it outloud! This is so embarassing. But I began to write, my shakey letters giving away how much this meant to me.
    I think that its impossible for this to work, I wrote, you like Callie and I've encouraged it. But I think that my... feelings towards you have changed. I may be falling for you.With that I tossed the notepad at him and strolled towards a tree that was near us. Trying to seem as calm, cool and collected as possible. I climbed the tree while he read the short passage. Then he climbed in after me.
    He is so good at that, I thought to myself.

    "Why me Cait?"

    "Why what?"

    "Why did you pick me, I am nothing special." But he was... He was so special to me. He made me feel like I was worthwhile. He wasn't perfect, he wasn't the type that girls drooled over. But his eyes, golden brown and glowing like a warm fire, just spoke of kindness and tenderness. All that I needed.

    "You? Nothing special, you've got me be kidding me." I said. I pulled out my house keys and nervously began to carve my name into the tree. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing while he rejected me.

    "And then this whole thing about me not liking you, and liking Callie? I only liked her because you told me to. Caitlin look at me. Stop jingling your keys."
    He climbed towards me, and I looked up at him for the first time since I wrote on that damned piece of paper.

    "I don't deserve you Roman." I whispered.

    "You really think that?" I nodded quickly, looking away, "Well your completley wrong." He tried to climb closer to me, but I swung away. Then he caught a glimpse of my carving.

    "You and Callie deserve each other, she's kind and pretty, she's what you need." I said that with my mouth, but in my mind I was screaming please pick me, I love you!
    He didn't say anything, all he did was grab my keys. I thought it was quite rude, then he set to carving away in the general space my name was.

    "What are you carving?"

    "You'll see in a second." He said, still concentrating very hard.

    I waited, beginnging to understand what he was doing.

    "Come over here, I done." He climbed lower on the branch so that I could read.
    He'd carved a heart with his name below mine. So cheesy, I thought, so perfect.

    "Really?" I said, in shock.

    "Yes really." He smiled, and pulled me to him in an awkward embrace, after all we were climbing in a tree.
    Now, after that wonderful episode on the tree me and him are over, but who wouldn't want to keep that memory with them?