AN: Hello loves! I know this is short, but the next chapter is a biggie, there's going to be a lot packed into it and I'm starting to get a much more clear idea of where this story is going to go. So for now, I just wanted to leave you with this last piece of sweetness before the drama starts in.

I know I said before that I really want to do the book justice, and before I took that as trying to write in Rowell's style, but as I wrote this chapter I said screw it. I need to let myself flow, so I'm hoping to stay true to my words and give the story the justice it deserves, but in a way unique to me!

So enjoy! Xoxox

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own nothing besides the plot that is now going to unfurl, the world, characters and relations belong to the talented Rainbow Rowell. This is purely for fun and the entertainment of others eagerly awaiting a sequel and not for profit!

Eleanor

"Park" Eleanor breathed. It felt so good, like, wicked good, to feel the familiar word forming around her lips again after so long.

He didn't say anything, and it hurt. She longed to hear him say her name, to Eleanor it always sounded like a caress. But nothing happened. He just stood there staring at her, maybe even staring past her. It seemed like Park couldn't grasp the fact she was standing in front of him.

His expression worried Eleanor.

Park

Park new she was waiting for him to respond…but he couldn't. It felt as if time had frozen. He still had yet to get over the fact that she was standing there.

A soft wind rippled through the neighborhood, gently brushing Park's hair, but also causing a familiar scent to blow from Eleanor and straight into Park's heart.

Vanilla.

Sure he had smelt vanilla tons of times since "that night," but with Eleanor it just seemed a thousand times sweeter. She made it her own.

Park noticed the worried expression that started to creep over Eleanor's face. He knew he must have looked dazed or maybe even just blank faced. But his body was in shock, and his mouth was refusing to cooperate with his brain.

Then the most out of this world scenario happened. The thought of something like this even happening was so far from Park's mind because in the past, Eleanor never would have done anything like this.

She grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him through the door with the strength he never knew she had, flipped them around so her back was to the door and park stood over her, and she kissed him.

If you could even call it kissing that it.

She was still holding tightly onto his shirt, like she was afraid to let go, and attacked his face.

Park felt like they were committing some lewd illegal act with the passion behind this kiss.

But he did not care. His Eleanor was kissing him. He was kissing her, and that's all that mattered.

Eleanor

It was like water splashing over her.

What the hell was she doing? This was so not like her. She just grabbed Park and….attempted to eat his face off.

A minute ago Eleanor wasn't even sure if Park still wanted her. She still wasn't. And yet there she was, doing that. Sure Park kissed her back, he wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing the soft flesh of her hips like he used to. But that could have just been falling into old habit, or hormones.

Eleanor had no idea what could have been running through his head. So out of pure horror, she ripped her face away from Park and shoved him back as far as she could.

He didn't stumble, but he did step back looking confused.

"I'm sorry" she said, "that was totally not cool. Wow, okay sorry, I didn't mean to..to...to do that. I mean like no hey, hi, how are you?, wow Park, um I mean, I'm sor-"

She was cut off by Park walking up, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her gently on the lips, then her forehead, and the rest of her face. He covered her entire face in light kisses.

Eleanor had never felt more at home.

So how did we like it? Okay? Ready for some more? The actions coming people done fret! The next chapter is going to be a doozy!

Reviews welcome,

-lilmisslovely24