He's still sitting there on the bridge playing with the water when she arrived. His heart was beating so fast; she's been on his mind all day, so when he heard the car's door shut and the shuffle of the lemongrass, the love-sick idiot could only bring himself to detach himself from the bridge and jump in the creek- as if the only way to get to her.

Her heart was beating the whole drive to his house, she hasn't been there since the end of July, it's October, Halloween in a week and a half. They planned to meet here yesterday after a great night, but sort of limited night at the fair. She and her friends had to leave, since they've planned on a girls night from the beginning, tonight was supposed to make up for what would've been the end of yesterday. But really, she's been there so much before that if anything were to happen she would just be reliving her past but with a twist... hopefully, a twist involving her "The Littlest Mermaid" fantasy.

Like the past, she'd walk up the driveway up the three steps to the sidewalk lining the left side of the house, open the gate, and in the far end of the backyard follow the lemon grass to the right until a few feet past his basketball, then there should be a path to his sanctuary or campground or office space (as he claimed it was when they were kids [well more childish than they act right now since they still act like kids]). The lemongrass sort of overgrown the path but the path nonetheless visible. Seconds later, she heard a splash just halfway through the first turn before the iconic cherry blossom tree.

When he walked out of the creek- out of four feet of water onto the shore consisting of just clay and pebbles, he saw her. He saw her standing by the cherry blossom tree cracking up. His shaggy hair was all over his red cheeks, his shirt pasted to his skin, and his pants- at his knees, because of the darn current. Embarrassing. Nonetheless, he remembered last night and somehow she looks more beautiful more beautiful than any embarrassment can keep you away from!!! From where he was standing he could look forward and see her perfectly, sure the lemon grass was covering part of his view of the cherry blossom tree but he saw enough. Her red hair was naturally flowing over her shoulder, confidently complimenting yet definitely outstanding the cherry blossoms.

Still soaked from the creek, he met her at the cherry blossom tree, where he tried unsuccessfully to apologize for the pantslessness: she kissed him before he could say any more than "sorry for t-". She was still cracking up but that didn't stop her. Let's just say he fulfilled her fantasy at the end of the night.

THE END.

10/18/16