"Where do you want to go? France? Italy? China? Name it, we'll be there by the end of the week." Oliver declared, relaxing into the couch again and facing Laurel, leaving the books on the coffee table in front of them.

Laurel rolled her eyes, "There are quite a few reasons we can't do that Ollie. One, I know for a fact that you've already told your father that you would go with him to China for Queen Consolidated business. Two, you have to study and do well on this test. And three, we can't just up and leave when we have school."

"Run away with me?" He dipped his head nervously, peeking up through the longer bangs that fell into his face. "Just you and me, traveling the world, doing whatever we want. I don't care, as long as we're together."

"Ollie…" She blinked at him, her chest constricting. "I can't."

His eyes pleaded with her as he gently took her hands in his own.

"Don't give me that look Oliver. I won't just be another girl to you. You don't do commitment, you do one-night-stands, summer flings, and nothing that lasts long. And what about Talia? That girl you just started seeing?"

"She's not my type…" He shrugged.

"Really? Blonde and athletic isn't your type?" She scoffed.

"Okay, maybe I have a type, but she doesn't fit it. None of them did." He raised his chin, "Some of them were nice enough girls, but all of them were just the next best thing, cheap knock offs." Her eyebrow was still raised, "I want it all Laurel, the commitment, the long-lasting relationship, but I didn't really want it with any of them, I want it with you. It's always been you, and I want to give you everything." He confessed, eyes staring into her own.

"Ollie..." Laurel took a breath, "I want that with you too. If we're going to do this, then I won't be like those other girls Oliver, I won't."

"You're right, you won't. You're not like those other girls." He caressed her face with a content smile.