Lily Itriwi I found the quote off her. All L/J fans go check out her story of if you're simply a Bend It Like Beckham fan.

I wanted to do more between here and the party, but I decided and idea had hit me and it may not be very good but I don't think the lot of you want to hear about Angelina's father's wedding so I'm skipping it. Ok?

Why am I allowed to waste so much time? Because I'm the author of this fic, that's why BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (And Mak, my muse, told me to and started singing Cry Me a River until I did.)

4/18/97

We spent a weekend at a little cottage on a lake, just the two of us, not Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Fred George and Oliver, just Katie and Oliver. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in being part of one of three couples that I forget. Oliver is of course being his usual sweet self.

We went on a picnic. We found an opening in the trees that surrounded the lake that sat next to a babbling brook. We picnicked on chicken sandwiches and sparking cider, which of course is the best invention since the printing press.

When we were done we hiked up a nearby mountain. It wasn't very long, just enough to set me off complaining. Oliver said we could just apparate to the top but that made me feel bad so we didn't. The view was gorgeous. You could see the lakes and hills for miles. I felt like I have been transported to a faraway place. I wished at that moment that nothing would change. I wished that I could freeze this moment, Oliver holding my hand as we looked over at the landscape with the feeling of heavy sleepiness that always finds you right before a rain storm. I could hear the birds making their last songs singing of the upcoming storm. I had a feeling they were scolding us for tempting fate by standing here and not running for shelter.

Oliver tucked a flower he'd been carrying behind my ear. I couldn't tell what kind it was and instantly regretted this. I wanted to keep this flower forever though I didn't know why. Oliver gave me flowers all the time, but this one seemed special.

"I love you," I whispered to him softly as he turned my face up for a kiss. He smiled a little slightly surprised but still knowing smile. He kissed me softly. If you've ever seen the Princess Bride, you'd know they say that there were five romantic kisses that had happened and that the one between the two main characters outshined them all. I had to disagree, I think this one outshined them all. If our first kiss had been like a one way trip to heaven, there was no way to describe this one. Never in my life had I been kissed like this. It wasn't passionate or chaste or anything like that. I don't think there are words for it. It is knowing that no matter what you'll have someone to lean on. In hindsight, I can only think of one word to describe the kiss that stills makes my lips tingle when I remember it, always.

After that kiss he whispered to me, so softly I'm not sure if he even said it, "I love you." Angelina and Alicia would say I'm finally in love.

In love, such strange words, how came you enter love to be in it? I've loved a lot people and a lot of people I convinced myself I had loved, but nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to always.

He took my hand and led my down the mountain, always careful to see that I didn't slip on the rocks that the rain was making dangerous.

We entered the meadow again. The rain changed from heavy drizzle to a downpour as if on cue. I took my flower and started to frolic. Now I must write the ever-changing list of when to frolic.

whenever singing The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Music Whenever you find yourself in an open meadow Whenever you are caught in a downpour Whenever balloons are dropped on you Whenever hit by the will to do so.

Of course it's always much more effective to frolic while holding a flower in your hand.

Oliver kind of stared at me for a minute before joining in. I did a cartwheel, which he tried to copy. He ended up landing on his butt. I spent a good half and hour teaching him how to do it properly. Afterwards he taught me how to dive roll, this also took a while. We flyers aren't good on our feet. We then did a simultaneous dive roll into a cartwheel before collapsing and watching the rain falling down on us for a while.

"They may say you cannot frolic. They may scorn you for frolicking in public places. I say, frolic by example, and others will follow suit."

Very good quote to follow. It must have looked so silly, two full-grown adults getting soaked to their bones with their hair sticking to their faces dancing around in the rain. We made our way back to the cabin we were staying at and built a fire in the stove. We sat on the floor by it, not even bothering with the chairs.

Eventually I got up to make hot coca and him to get blankets and pillows. We sat there for a while, empty mugs on the floor, us just lying down on the floor me using him as a pillow instead of any of the ones around us, his arms round me making me feel more safe and warm than the fire ever could.

I'm a hopeless romantic, so sue me! Actually, please don't. I know it was extremely sappy but someone had that quote and it reminded m of my ye old camp days when we did a whole lot of frolicking. If anyone wants to add to the list, it can be an ongoing thing in the chapters, the 'when to frolic,' list. Don't get mad at me for making time go faster, it had to.