Hello all! Basically this is how I imagine my two favourite teenagers colliding in the unlikely way that the best stories are made of. Story is rated M for later chapters. And this whole story is on the very beginning to a detailed plan of how I imagine Ginny's life to turn out. The beginning is the most important! Reviews are love xx

Disclaimer: I am not Maureen Johnson, okay?

She hadn't really thought about Oliver too much after the first few days of being home. At first she was itching to write, but had no clue what to say. She wanted him to write to her, but clearly he didn't know what to say either. So she had forced herself to forget. He was nice, and it was spontaneous and extremely unexpected. It should stay that way, a nice pleasant memory, she was fine with it staying that way.

But when she was visiting for a few days for university tours she had found herself holding a cheque addressed to Oliver Davies for 55 000 pounds (his equal share of the money which she had split three ways, standing in front of the building where he worked. She knew in her gut this was a bad idea. It had been seven months. They hadn't said a word to each other since their last meeting, which had been possibly the best kiss she'd ever had.

Oh my god. She was standing on the opposite side of the cobblestoned street staring up at Elephant. She found herself walking right through the door, panicking just a bit already.

Inside there were a few people sitting in the booths and chairs, and only two staff she could see. There was a waitress in the back walking around quickly and a pretty blonde girl sitting at the bar, looking around. She was very pretty, and Ginny was suddenly very intimidated, though she wasn't quite sure why.

"What can I get yeh?" She asked with a high pitched, Scottish accent.

"Can you give this to Oliver?" She blurted. This was good; she wouldn't have to see him. The girl, named Beth according to her nametag looked quite surprised and raised her eyebrows.

"Oliver?" She repeated, "Of course. He's done work for the week, back in on Tuesday."

"That's fine. Just ... can you make sure he gets it? It's very important."

Beth took the envelope and examined it momentarily then looked up at Ginny with a cheeky grin, "I knew that boy had to have some sort of secret life he hasn't told us about!" Ginny said nothing. "Who shall I tell him it's from?"

She debated whether or not to tell her. "Ginny,"

Beth nodded and squinted, "How do you know Oliver? If you don't mind me asking. I've never met any of his friends before."

She found herself shaking her head, "Oh, it's ... we ... I don' really know him very well."

Ginny ducked into a doorway and checked her wallet. She only had twenty pounds on her, no debit card, no nothing. The rain was pouring and there were no more trains to London because of something with the rails. They said it would be fixed the next day, and she wanted to believe that.

She was massively unprepared for the rain, she didn't have an umbrella and she didn't even have a sweater. She only had a cardigan on with a white tank-top with only a small design of colour in the middle – a white shirt! Of course. She closed her bag and yanked her cardigan together to cover her shirt which was completely soaked and showing the whole world her dark pink bra with white stripes, why hadn't she worn a white bra? Or at least a not so bright and obvious coloured one ... like skin coloured?

It was soon well after six o'clock and she had managed to keep sort of dry by heading into the Friary. She wondered if she could walk to the train station and sleep there, she had a ticket for today ... maybe they could give her a replacement. But that meant having to take a taxi, or walk. She wouldn't have found her way on foot anyway and she didn't have enough for a ride.

Ginny sat in a doorway, the rain tapering off just slightly and misting her. After weighing all her options, her mind clearly affected by the rain, she realized that she had no choice. She would have to go to Oliver's. Or ... she could go to the station and just sleep there. But she wouldn't have enough to buy a ticket if they wouldn't exchange hers.

Two hours later after having been refused a ticket at the station, she felt like crying. How could she have gotten into this mess? She supposed she'd just have to wait until tomorrow when she could use her debit card again.

Since the station was closed, the wary travellers were out in the rain. Ginny didn't know what to do. She decided to follow the signs for the high street, it was easier to get there than to get to the station.

It was still pouring. Her hair was stuck to her back, her clothes were completely soaked and she was shivering. She had dressed for the lovely warm day in jean shorts and a white tank-top with a black cardigan that didn't button up. It had been so warm earlier, and even the rain had been warm. But it was almost completely dark. This was a sign. She never should have come here. She had no choice now. It was Saturday, there was a chance nobody would even be home.

She hadn't spoken or heard from Oliver since she left in January. She had decided not to keep in contact, as that didn't seem to do any good with Keith. Not like Oliver was in any way the same as Keith, but Ginny didn't want to push it. They had had a wonderful last moment and that would be it.

She knocked on Oliver's door, feeling more embarrassed then ever. She could just sleep in a doorway. That would be fine. Nothing would happen. She should leave. Just as she was leaving the door opened. A very surprised looking Oliver was standing there wearing his khaki work pants that were just a bit too short and a zip-up hoodie. This was the first time she'd seen him in months, and likewise the first time he'd seen her. And she was a completely wet, shivering mess. There wasn't a cover on the stoop so she was still being rained on.

"Hi," She said, tilting her head sideways and seriouslywishing that she would have slept outside the train station. There was no need to come here.