I don't know. I just felt like it today :p.
All rights to the wonderful Rainbow Rowell.
The doorbell rings, and he gets up to answer. His desk is cluttered with college application forms.
"Hey."
At first he denies it, but then he realizes. "Hey."
She has strawberry hair, and a galaxy of freckles, the same color as her eyelashes. Her hair is bound up with a shiny green tie.
She never contacted him again, after that postcard. Three words long.
I love you.
Two years. She's been gone nearly two years, and now she's standing at his door and he thinks he should be mad, but all he can do is stare at her lips and fantasize about kissing her.
"Park…" like a prayer.
"Eleanor." Ell-a-no.
He has nothing to say, but she's staring at him like she has volumes.
"I love you."
"What?"
"God, Park. I love you."
She came here with a purpose. He can see it in her eyes, and that was it.
"I just wanted to say it."
There's a car lingering at the end of the road, and she turns to go.
"Eleanor!"
She turns, and he is struck for the thousandth trillionth time how incredibly beautiful she is, and then he can't help but do that thing where he mentally undresses her… and that gym suit. Jesus.
And then Park is running and running and he catches her and almost sweeps her off her feet with happiness.
"You came back," he whispers. "Finally."
"God, Park," she smirks. "I missed you too."
That smirk. That devilish sarcastic smirk.
And then he kisses her, Eleanor and Park, and runs his hand through her soft curls.
"I don't like you," she mumbles into his mouth.
"I love you."