A/N: This story goes with a picture I drew, the link is on my profile.
It'sthe first one of three stories.
She'd come round to pick up Eleanor's baking tray, at least that's what she told him, but he had a feeling that there was some ulterior motive for her being here, after all Eleanor could have picked up the baking tray herself.
He could see it in her eyes that there was something else on her mind, and by the way that she just lingered in the doorway.
He came back with the baking tray in hand, and asked her if she wanted to talk. She looked at him and bit her bottom lip, the answer an obvious yes.
With one of her hands in his and tucked the tray under his arm, leading her around the back of the house and into the garden.
She refused to sit on the soft, damp grass, he should have known really that she'd want something proper to sit on, but all he could find was an old faded green garden chair, that smelt old and musty.
She took it anyway knowing that it was all he had to offer her. she watched in silence as he unfolded it for her and made a sweeping gesture, that made her giggle as she sat down.
He sat, legs folded on the damp grass, but he didn't mind it too much, as long as she was alright...
He started to pull the grass from the ground as he impatiently waited for her to talk. He knew that if he forced her she'd clam up and go home, and he really didn't want her to leave.
He heard her sigh heavily, and he wondered if she'd say something soon. He titled his head towards the night sky, and watched the glittering stars, trying to find the brightest one, trying to find her.
"I'm sorry"
She said it so quietly that for a minute he wondered if he'd heard correctly.
She had apologized. Her: Brittany. To him: Alvin.
He turned to face her only to find her looking in the opposite direction. he knew that she meant it, just by the fact that she'd said it, that for once in her life she hadn't made excuses or blamed anyone else for her own stupid mistake.
He got up and stood in front of her, placing a hand on her chin to get her to look at him. When she did he could see the fear in her eyes, fear that maybe he wouldn't accept it.
It wasn't too hard for him to forgive her, yes she'd let another boy kiss her, but he could see how much she was hurting from it, how much she wanted to take it back.
The tears were just about to fall, when he bent down and kissed her, letting her know that he forgave her, and that everything would be alright.
He loved her, and he could tell from her tears that she loved him too, because she never cried, except for when it came to him.
FIN.