The rest of that week went very well for Lark. Sierra had taken her out to lunch at the restaurant around the corner, and Lark had went shopping with her also. It was Friday that didn't really go too well.
Lark was on her lunch break with Sierra on Friday. They were at a very large restaurant, that had huge concrete steps leading up to it. There was also a big fountain at the end of those steps. They had decided to eat on the ledge of that fountain. After they had finished eating, they sat there for a few moments, just looking around at everything. Then Lark saw him. He was coming to the steps, right toward them.
She turned back to Sierra, and said, "Oh my gosh, see that guy right there? The red head. He is SO hot!"
Sierra looked around for him, and finally she spotted him.
"Lark, he's sitting on the ledge right behind you," Sierra whispered.
Lark whipped around, shocked at how fast that boy was. As she turned around, though, she went to far back on the ledge, and fell into the fountain.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" she heard a voice deeper than Sierra could get say. Then she saw a hand reaching for her. A hand without green nail polish on it.
Lark grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up.
"Thanks," Lark sighed. She couldn't really say much else at the moment. Her mouth seemed to be glued shut.
He is even better up close she thought.
"I'm Oliver, and you are?"
"Her name is Lark," Sierra said, standing up next to them, "and since you pushed her in, I think you owe her dinner."
"I didn't push her in!"
"Yes you did, I saw you! Don't lie!"
"I didn't!"
Sierra gave him the eye, and he took the hint. A smile crept across his face as he realized he wasn't going to win on this one.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asked so nicely Lark thought she was going to melt right then and there.
"Umhes."
He looked at her confused.
"That was her just saying yes, I would love to, what time?"
"Seven okay with you?"
Lark smiled and nodded. She was very happy.
"Okay, see you then. I've got to go pick up my brother, his car broke down. See ya tomorrow!" he started walking away, looked back, smiled, and then started jogging.
"Do you always act like that in front of guys?" Sierra asked.
Lark just stared after him.
"He is SO HOT!!!" Lark screamed turning toward Sierra.
"Yes, yes, I know. Now, what are you going to wear?"
The two went shopping, and bought Lark a short, form-fitting, light blue dress. It was very pretty.
The next night, Lark was worrying very badly. Sierra was at Lark's apartment, helping her get ready. It was quarter to seven when Lark was finally ready. She had her hair up in a pony tail, and was wearing her nice new dress.
When Oliver came at exactly seven o'clock, Lark almost fainted. Looking through the peep hole, she saw him, and he looked great!
Lark opened the door, and was surprised when she was handed flowers.
"These are for you," Oliver said.
"Oh, thank you! Hold on, let me put these in some water. Come on in."
"You've got a very nice apartment," Oliver said, looking around at her living room as he walked in.
"Oh, thank you," Lark said from the kitchen.
"Okay, I'm ready," Lark said, coming out from the kitchen.
They walked out to the parking lot, and he got her door for her.
"Thank you," she said.
As they were driving, Oliver explained to Lark that he was taking her to his place, so that he could cook for her. Lark loved the idea.
When they got to Oliver's house, Lark was almost sure she was dreaming. It was like her dream house. He lived right on the ocean front, and had a nice big house on the sand.
Oliver walked around and got her door, as she continued to stare at the house. He walked her inside the house, and sat her down at the table.
"I started it before I came to get you, so I only need to do a few more things. It shouldn't be too long," Oliver told Lark.
"Oh, okay, take your time," Lark said, getting up, and going over to where his deck was that overlooked the ocean.
Lark slid open the glass door and walked out. There was a table out there, and the deck was connected to a gazebo that led down to the shore.
She stood there leaning on the railing, watching the ocean. She lost track of time, and was surprised when Oliver started bringing food out to the table on the deck.
"Oh, do you need help?" Lark asked.
"Um...no actually, I've got it," he said.
As soon as he had brought the rest of everything out, he took Lark's hand and led her to a chair. Oliver pulled out her chair for her, and pushed her in, before he sat down.
"It's not much, it's probably the only thing I know how to make," he said sheepishly.
"Oh, it looks delicious," Lark said eyeing the spaghetti, breadsticks, and salad. "It's very romantic."
"Yeah, well that's me," Oliver said.
They ate, talking the whole time about both of their lives, their families, and everything.
"So, tell me more about yourself," Lark said to him.
"Well, I'm an actor. I've been in a few movies, and I'm going to be in one that we will be starting to film in about a year. I've only got one sibling, my brother James."
"Oh, is he cute?"
"Hey, you're on a date with me, not him, and I hope he's cute...he looks just like me!"
"People say my sister looks just like me, too."
"Well, we're twins," Oliver said.
"Oh my gosh, that is so cute," Lark said.
"Oh yes."
"I can't imagine two of you, no offense."
"None taken, would you like to walk down to the shore?" Oliver asked, after he noticed she was finished eating.
"Oh, I would love to, I love the ocean."
They walked along the shore for a while, still talking. They seemed to have a lot in common. After a long night of talking, they decided, it was probably time for Lark to get going.
Their drive home was filled with talking and laughter. They were perfect for each other, and they both knew it.
Oliver walked Lark up to her room. As they reached the top landing, he started to say goodbye, but Lark stopped him.
She went over to some bags that were in the corner, and moved them aside. There sat Sierra.
"Uh, hi! Hi, Oliver, hi Lark. Hi," Sierra stammered.
Both of them looked at her suspiciously.
"I...um...I thought I saw a teddy bear in one of these bags, and I just love stuffed animals, and I thought these were garbage, so I was trying to get him, before the garbage man came and got him before I could."
"Sierra!" Lark gave her THE eye. You know, the eye that says, leave, I want him to kiss me, and you're ruining it!
"Right! I'll leave you two alone," Sierra said walking down the stairs to the third level where her apartment was.
"Well, I um..." Oliver started, but was silenced by Lark coming up and kissing him.
After they had parted, they both were gasping for air, and they both said, "Whoa!"
Oliver started bringing his head down to her level when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and heard, "Wait, wait, wait, don't leave yet!"
They both stared at Sierra, a little angry now.
"Oh, sorry, I thought he was leaving. I just wanted to tell you, Lark," Sierra said winking at Lark, "there is a little dance slash dinner thing coming up that this apartment building has every year. I was thinking maybe Oliver could come."
"Oh, thank you so much Sierra, now goodbye!"
"Right!" Sierra ran down the stairs, and the two upstairs continued.
Oliver looked at Lark, and decided to waste no more time. He kissed her, and he kissed her good. Long and good.
After a few more of those, Oliver started to leave.
"Wait, Oliver, would you like to come to the dance?" Lark asked.
"I would love to," he said, smiling.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later," Lark said.
"Meet me at the fountain on Monday where we first met," Oliver said.
"Okay," Lark blushed, remembering the events of how they met.
"Okay, see you then!" Oliver said, then left.
"Yes!" Lark screamed after he was out in the parking lot.
"So, what happened?" Sierra screamed, running up the stairs.
"Here, come inside, and I'll tell you all about it."
Lark made some hot chocolate, and told Sierra about how e cooked for her, how they walked along the beach, and how her kissed her.
"He kissed you on the first date!"
"Yeah, he wants me to meet him where we met on Monday."
"You guys are so cute together," Sierra said.
"Yeah, I know," Lark said, wishing he was still there.
Lark was on her lunch break with Sierra on Friday. They were at a very large restaurant, that had huge concrete steps leading up to it. There was also a big fountain at the end of those steps. They had decided to eat on the ledge of that fountain. After they had finished eating, they sat there for a few moments, just looking around at everything. Then Lark saw him. He was coming to the steps, right toward them.
She turned back to Sierra, and said, "Oh my gosh, see that guy right there? The red head. He is SO hot!"
Sierra looked around for him, and finally she spotted him.
"Lark, he's sitting on the ledge right behind you," Sierra whispered.
Lark whipped around, shocked at how fast that boy was. As she turned around, though, she went to far back on the ledge, and fell into the fountain.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" she heard a voice deeper than Sierra could get say. Then she saw a hand reaching for her. A hand without green nail polish on it.
Lark grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up.
"Thanks," Lark sighed. She couldn't really say much else at the moment. Her mouth seemed to be glued shut.
He is even better up close she thought.
"I'm Oliver, and you are?"
"Her name is Lark," Sierra said, standing up next to them, "and since you pushed her in, I think you owe her dinner."
"I didn't push her in!"
"Yes you did, I saw you! Don't lie!"
"I didn't!"
Sierra gave him the eye, and he took the hint. A smile crept across his face as he realized he wasn't going to win on this one.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asked so nicely Lark thought she was going to melt right then and there.
"Umhes."
He looked at her confused.
"That was her just saying yes, I would love to, what time?"
"Seven okay with you?"
Lark smiled and nodded. She was very happy.
"Okay, see you then. I've got to go pick up my brother, his car broke down. See ya tomorrow!" he started walking away, looked back, smiled, and then started jogging.
"Do you always act like that in front of guys?" Sierra asked.
Lark just stared after him.
"He is SO HOT!!!" Lark screamed turning toward Sierra.
"Yes, yes, I know. Now, what are you going to wear?"
The two went shopping, and bought Lark a short, form-fitting, light blue dress. It was very pretty.
The next night, Lark was worrying very badly. Sierra was at Lark's apartment, helping her get ready. It was quarter to seven when Lark was finally ready. She had her hair up in a pony tail, and was wearing her nice new dress.
When Oliver came at exactly seven o'clock, Lark almost fainted. Looking through the peep hole, she saw him, and he looked great!
Lark opened the door, and was surprised when she was handed flowers.
"These are for you," Oliver said.
"Oh, thank you! Hold on, let me put these in some water. Come on in."
"You've got a very nice apartment," Oliver said, looking around at her living room as he walked in.
"Oh, thank you," Lark said from the kitchen.
"Okay, I'm ready," Lark said, coming out from the kitchen.
They walked out to the parking lot, and he got her door for her.
"Thank you," she said.
As they were driving, Oliver explained to Lark that he was taking her to his place, so that he could cook for her. Lark loved the idea.
When they got to Oliver's house, Lark was almost sure she was dreaming. It was like her dream house. He lived right on the ocean front, and had a nice big house on the sand.
Oliver walked around and got her door, as she continued to stare at the house. He walked her inside the house, and sat her down at the table.
"I started it before I came to get you, so I only need to do a few more things. It shouldn't be too long," Oliver told Lark.
"Oh, okay, take your time," Lark said, getting up, and going over to where his deck was that overlooked the ocean.
Lark slid open the glass door and walked out. There was a table out there, and the deck was connected to a gazebo that led down to the shore.
She stood there leaning on the railing, watching the ocean. She lost track of time, and was surprised when Oliver started bringing food out to the table on the deck.
"Oh, do you need help?" Lark asked.
"Um...no actually, I've got it," he said.
As soon as he had brought the rest of everything out, he took Lark's hand and led her to a chair. Oliver pulled out her chair for her, and pushed her in, before he sat down.
"It's not much, it's probably the only thing I know how to make," he said sheepishly.
"Oh, it looks delicious," Lark said eyeing the spaghetti, breadsticks, and salad. "It's very romantic."
"Yeah, well that's me," Oliver said.
They ate, talking the whole time about both of their lives, their families, and everything.
"So, tell me more about yourself," Lark said to him.
"Well, I'm an actor. I've been in a few movies, and I'm going to be in one that we will be starting to film in about a year. I've only got one sibling, my brother James."
"Oh, is he cute?"
"Hey, you're on a date with me, not him, and I hope he's cute...he looks just like me!"
"People say my sister looks just like me, too."
"Well, we're twins," Oliver said.
"Oh my gosh, that is so cute," Lark said.
"Oh yes."
"I can't imagine two of you, no offense."
"None taken, would you like to walk down to the shore?" Oliver asked, after he noticed she was finished eating.
"Oh, I would love to, I love the ocean."
They walked along the shore for a while, still talking. They seemed to have a lot in common. After a long night of talking, they decided, it was probably time for Lark to get going.
Their drive home was filled with talking and laughter. They were perfect for each other, and they both knew it.
Oliver walked Lark up to her room. As they reached the top landing, he started to say goodbye, but Lark stopped him.
She went over to some bags that were in the corner, and moved them aside. There sat Sierra.
"Uh, hi! Hi, Oliver, hi Lark. Hi," Sierra stammered.
Both of them looked at her suspiciously.
"I...um...I thought I saw a teddy bear in one of these bags, and I just love stuffed animals, and I thought these were garbage, so I was trying to get him, before the garbage man came and got him before I could."
"Sierra!" Lark gave her THE eye. You know, the eye that says, leave, I want him to kiss me, and you're ruining it!
"Right! I'll leave you two alone," Sierra said walking down the stairs to the third level where her apartment was.
"Well, I um..." Oliver started, but was silenced by Lark coming up and kissing him.
After they had parted, they both were gasping for air, and they both said, "Whoa!"
Oliver started bringing his head down to her level when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and heard, "Wait, wait, wait, don't leave yet!"
They both stared at Sierra, a little angry now.
"Oh, sorry, I thought he was leaving. I just wanted to tell you, Lark," Sierra said winking at Lark, "there is a little dance slash dinner thing coming up that this apartment building has every year. I was thinking maybe Oliver could come."
"Oh, thank you so much Sierra, now goodbye!"
"Right!" Sierra ran down the stairs, and the two upstairs continued.
Oliver looked at Lark, and decided to waste no more time. He kissed her, and he kissed her good. Long and good.
After a few more of those, Oliver started to leave.
"Wait, Oliver, would you like to come to the dance?" Lark asked.
"I would love to," he said, smiling.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later," Lark said.
"Meet me at the fountain on Monday where we first met," Oliver said.
"Okay," Lark blushed, remembering the events of how they met.
"Okay, see you then!" Oliver said, then left.
"Yes!" Lark screamed after he was out in the parking lot.
"So, what happened?" Sierra screamed, running up the stairs.
"Here, come inside, and I'll tell you all about it."
Lark made some hot chocolate, and told Sierra about how e cooked for her, how they walked along the beach, and how her kissed her.
"He kissed you on the first date!"
"Yeah, he wants me to meet him where we met on Monday."
"You guys are so cute together," Sierra said.
"Yeah, I know," Lark said, wishing he was still there.