AN: Hey guys! So I just finished reading Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowel, and let me say, I loved it. It was a beautiful piece of work that I suggest everyone read. I was so sad to close the book I cried on the bus, and then walked through the school hallway with my friend carefully following me because all I wanted to do was sit there and sleep. This book made me not even know what life was about anymore! That's how good it was. Read it please. Anyways so this is the first fic I have written in awhile, I wrote some a few years back under a different username, but they were terrible. Seriously. Ew. So I'm hoping you guys enjoy this! Those who are already fans of Rowell's book and those here are just reading it. I truly hope I did the book justice!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot that continues on in this fic only. The characters, what I used as a takeoff, all of it belongs to the lovely Rainbow Rowell!


Park

Just three words long.

Nothing Ever Ends.

The three words to give him hope for the future. The plan had started forming in Parks head. He grabbed his bag, threw in some mix tapes, the letters he wrote but never sent, and his savings from work.

Park ran into the living room, he didn't need any words, his face had said enough. "I know Park, we both know," Parks dad gave his mother a meaningful look, "just promise us one thing this time".

"What?"

"Promise not to let her go this time."

And with that Park grabbed the keys to the impala and left. He drove past Eleanor's old house, grateful that she would never have to be there again, he would take her away, he would protect her from the god forsaken mother fucker. Park hopped on the highway and stopped for gas only twice, on the side roads he went twice the speed limit. Who cared if he got pulled over? The fast he drove the quicker he would get to her. To see her wild hair, and smell the vanilla scent that was so unique to her. Nothing ran through his mind but her face, and the smile that she graced him with every so often.

As Park crossed Minnesota state lines his heart rate shot through the roof. He was so close. It became ever worse as he got to St. Paul. Finally he started driving through the all too familiar neighborhood. He remembered every detail about the night they left and the day they arrived. He memorized these streets, imprinting them in his mind every night he went to bed. Thinking about how she never actually called. But Park would not let himself dwell on that. He knew Eleanor and knew why she never called.

One more turn and he was there. Just one more.

Eleanor

It had been four days since she sent the postcard. One since she knew he would receive it in the mail. No phone call came. Park had given up on her. It was almost too hard to bear. The tears flowed freely down her round cheeks. She took too long to finally build up enough god damn courage. He moved on. Probably with Kim, or some other pretty girl.

Eleanor had given up hope. Park was the one thing in her life that brought light. After a year and she couldn't forget anything about him. Not his smell, his honey colored skin and green eyes, not the way his black bangs fell in his face, and the way they felt as she would brush them out of his face. She most of all could not forget how he held her all those times. How his lips moved when he told he loved her. She remembered him. Every aspect.

She remembered Park.

The walls of Eleanor's world were crashing down around her. What was life without even the hope of seeing Park? He was her light through the dark, and now it was over. For the first time since Park had dropped her off all those months ago. She let herself cry, and sob, and curl into a ball and just let go. That night she vowed to stay strong, to hold it in. She did not want her uncle and aunt to think they had a moody teen on their hands. But right now it was a screw them type of moment. A year of pent up emotions, anger, sadness, and most of all, heartbreak, came rolling down her cheeks, two rivers running in time with one another.

Park

He stopped outside the house. This was it. He was going to see Eleanor again. His Eleanor.

Park parked the car and got out. He looked up and wondered which room was hers. All Park had to do was cross the street and ring the bell. Then she would be in his arms again.

No car was in the driveway, he hoped she was home alone. Park just wanted to hold her, kiss her until her lips were to swollen, and whisper how much he loved her over and over again.

He walked up the little neat gravel walkway with little neat flowers winding it; it was such a change from Richie's house. Every step caused the thrumming of his heart beat in his ears to grow.

Park rang the doorbell, and stood there waiting.

Eleanor

She heard the door bell but didn't move. She didn't care who it was, they could come back later.

But the ringing persisted.

So Eleanor got out of bed and walked down the stairs, she would snap at whoever it was then go back upstairs. Or she could just collapse on the floor when the door closed. Her body felt so weak.

Eleanor opened the door.

She must have been dreaming. Because standing in front of her was her half-asian, band t-shirt wearing, Park. In all his honey colored skin glory.

She knew it was not a dream, surely her heart could never beat this fast in a dream, and the clarity of him could not seem so real. No. This was no dream. She had dreamt of Park every night, and looking back now. She realized dream Park had never done real Park justice.

He was here.

Park

The door opened and there she was. She didn't look pretty, Eleanor never looked pretty. She looked like art.

Eleanor stood there, with her dark brown eyes, crazy red hair, and her freckles. God, how many times had Park counted those freckles? Park had dreamed of this moment since that infamous night. All he ever dreamed about was Eleanor. She haunted him.

And now her she was, in those faded jeans, with the silk scarfs tied around her wrists. Park realized his dreams never did her justice. She was so much more beautiful in this exact moment.

She was here.


SSOOOO how do you guys think it went? I really hope I did this justice! Reviews are welcome and there is definitely more to come if you want it! I feel like this could totally stay as a one shot but I would love to write more and more! Let me know

All my love!- lilmisslovely24