A/N: So I know I have other stories to update, which I'm waiting until my exams are over to get back to which is June 9th (Or I might update before) but I wanted to write this, so I did. It has six short chapters that have all been written, so I'm posting this, for you to tell me if you want the rest. So read and review? Thanks.
In this story, they meet when they are 9/8. No Alexis obviously, her mom is alive (although I didn't mention her in this) and any other things you find are how they go.
He found himself wondering in a little clearing near her house. It was official, he was in love with her, but he hadn't got the guts to even talk to her, much less tell her how he felt. Besides, he was ten, what did he know about love?
She was nice, always laughing, always helping and she was super smart too. She scared him some times, the way she would yell at the boys didn't know better and tease her, or the way the flipped the kid over when he tried to kiss her, but it only made him want to get to know her even more.
He talked to his mom about this, when she managed to come home early enough one night, he shared his feelings over dinner. She had smiled and told him to follow his heart, told him he was a smart kid and if this was how he felt, he should pursue it.
He didn't know what to do, so he wrote about it, that's how he dealt with things, he wrote them down.
He clutched his writing book to his chest as he sank down by a big oak tree where he had wondered, it offered shade and some sense of peace. He opened his book and read his words, reliving each moment he was in when he wrote them.
He remembered the smile that inspired one story, the way she smelled of cherries and vanilla, the way she was patient and kind with her other classmates. The way he was falling for her day after day, but could say nothing about it.
He just wanted to say hi.
He shut the book and shut his eyes, willing himself to just do something. Say hi, pull out her chair, bring her a pudding cup – she loved pudding cups, she had one every day -, compliment her hair, that chestnut-y tangle of curls that tumbled down her shoulders, that glowed in the sunlight.
But he was stuck. Instead he stood, dug into his pocket for his pocket knife. He set down his book by his feet and got to work. The knife was dull and it took a while, but it was worth it to see the carving of a heart in the bark of the tree, with the message:
Rick loves Kate.
He stared at it for a while, before picking up his book and turning to leave. He passed her house on the way home and resisted to urge to look up to her window, hoping to see her there.
If he hadn't resisted the urge, he would have seen her, watching him as he left the field.
All she wanted him to do was say hello.
End A/N: Tell me if you want the other chapters as they are already written which I mentioned up top, but just mentioning again. So leave a review? Thanks.
The song is "Tree of Hearts - Bryan White"