State Marching Competition
The day of state marching competition had finally come. They were on their way to the stadium. Oliver looked over at Felicity, she was clearly nervous. Her plume was shaking.
"Felicity, you will be just fine. Remember what we practiced, and you will good," he said with reassurance.
And off they go, marching the show of a lifetime. She hit all her spots and the music sounded amazing. The band took first place, and the band celebrated their victory on the bus ride home. He was so proud of her for her bravery and courage.
Bus Ride Home
On the bus ride home, they sat together, listening to her iPod. They were sitting close to each other, holding hands, while Felicity laid her head down on his chest. Oliver started gently stroking Felicity's beautiful blonde hair.
"Hey, Felicity, do you want to spend the night tonight?" he asked curiously. He looked at her with those sparkling blue eyes, waiting for a response.
"I do not know, Oliver, my parents might not let me. Especially, if your parents are not home," she said with a slight stutter.
"Do not worry. My mother, Moira, will be home later tonight, after she comes home from the benefit she is throwing for charity," he replies with a twinkle in his eye.
"Okay, I will go home and grab my stuff and be over in a few," she said as she left.