Day 1.

Holding hands - Kleinsen

Jared POV:

I don't think the scenery for this could've been any better. Sitting on a bench in a public park, surrounded by the trees Evan seems to love so much.. The leaves were beginning to turn as autumn was coming closer. A green-ish brown color. Not very pretty, I think. Evan seems to like it though, even if it's the most disgusting color to ever exist. I like them better if they were completely brown or had some red in them. That's my favorite.

Some of the leaves were already beginning to fall. The radiant light of the sun peaks through the branches of bare trees, creating a beautiful lighting as the sun sets. I glance over at Evan for a moment who's sitting right across from me on the bench. He was staring right in front of him, the light from the sun shining on his face, bringing out the freckles splattered across his skin.

How was I able to get him to come on a date with me? That's something I will never know. Hell, I don't think I want to know.

Okay, maybe I do a little bit but that isn't relevant at the moment. What did matter was the comfortable silence we were sitting in and each other's company. That moment of me "glancing" at him turned into me full on staring at him. I guess he felt me staring at him (does that make sense?) seconds later, he turned his head.

"What?" He laughed softly.

"Nothing. You're just really pretty," shit, that was weird. Why did I say that?
His eyes widened and he averted his gaze away from mine, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"I, uh, thank you. You- you are, too," he stared down at his shirt, still fiddling with it. I watched him for a moment before deciding to do something. It'd either go really well and he'd go along with it, or he'd get uncomfortable and not want to speak to me ever again. Yet I'm still going to do it even with the possibility of the 2nd.

I scooted slightly closer to him and took one of his hands away from his shirt; lightly resting our hands in the small space between us. I intertwined our fingers together, only lightly in case he wanted to pull away. Waiting to see what his reaction would be.

He glanced down at our hands then up at me before quickly turning his head, a smile clearly visible on his face. He fully closed our fingers together, his thumb lightly brushing the back of my hand. I loved that. Like, absolutely, 100% fucking loved it.

It was such a small touch yet I was completely melting into it. I guess I never really realized how touch starved I've been. I didn't want this to end, I wanted us to stay like this forever. I leaned over to rest my head on his shoulder. He didn't move or show any signs of discomfort so I stayed there.

Everything about this was just.. perfect.