Chapter 6: Apologizing.

Dianna POV

Today's going to be great. I can tell by the way that the birds are singing, and how everything seems a little quieter than usual. But it's Sunday, so that's the way it should be.

"I think going to a park, and having quiet time would be the ideal Sunday for me. Just me and you." As I start to leave I feel funky, and go to the kitchen sink. It's closest. After my breakfast makes a second appearance, I wash it down the drain.

"Uhh. Man, I can't wait until I'm passed this stage." I moan, and as I head over to the door I have an idea. I'm going to have a picnic. I get a little pack together, and grab alittle blanket to sit on. I head out, and find the most amazing park. I place my little picnic under a tree where the sun shines perfectly through the leaves, but leaves some shadow. There's a nice breeze.

Instead if eating, I just read my book. And unintentionally fall asleep, but could you blame me? No. I was simply in Heaven. But, all good things must come to an end. I get woke up, when someone starts shaking my shoulder.

"Dianna." George's voice brings me up and into reality.

"George? What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same. I always come here after church. You shouldn't fall asleep by yourself. It could be dangerous." He takes a seat a few feet away from me.

"Yeah, and I guess I shouldn't have got pregnant, but ,hey, I did. So, now I'm going to go." I say, and start to gather my things.

"Wait, Dianna. I'm glad I bumped into you, because I wanted to apologize. I just thought that I knew everything about you, and that came as a shock. I just thought that we were better friends than that." He shrugs his shoulders, and I lean against the tree.

"Better friends than that? George, I've been here for three weeks. How close did you think we were?" I can start to feel my face get hot and red.

"Close. Just close. You are so not like the other girls that I know. So, I got used to you."

"Got used to me? Am I some red-headed adopted kid?"

"No. Please, just accept my apoligie. Whether you want to talk to me or not, that's your choice, but I would love for you to. You're so much fun, pretty, and wonderful."

"Is this supposed to make me want to forgive you? To want to say that I'm sorry, and that because you thought we were best friends that I should somehow make it up to you?"

"No. I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry. And I did. So, will you? I'll leave you alone forever if you just say that you forgive me. I don't know how I could live with myself if you didn't." I stand there unsure of what my answer should be. I know what I want to say, but if it's the right choice is the answer.

"Sure,- but if you don't want to, you don't have to stay away forever." I look up to see if he's still there. He looks at me blankly, then a smile creeps over his face. He reaches out for me to shake his hand, but I pull him in a hug. It's been weeks since I've had one. I warmth when arms finally wrapped around me is what I've been craving for.

"I'm sorry." I say, and back up.

"No. You're fine." He pulls me back in the hug. Then he squeezes me a little too tight. I push off of him, and open the trash can lid, then spill the contents of my stomach. Once more. When will this end?

"I'm sorry. I was just excited." He apologizes, and I admit his little blush was cute.

"It's fine. I really needed a hug." I start to gather my things, and George helps. He helps me fold the blanket, and I place it into my bag.

"Thanks." I push my curly hair back outta my face.

"Do you need help with anything? I can carry your bag for you if you want."

"You don't have to. Besides I'm not going home. I want to walk around, and get to know my bearings. You know, because I'm new."

"Well, who better to show you New York, than a New Yorker?"

"A map." I say sarcastically (- You see where Fang gets his sense of sarcasism.).

"If you look to the right, then you'll see a tree." He remarks. I roll my eyes playfully.

"Oh, Great and Wise Tour Guide, what kind of tree is it?"

"An ugly one." He offers his arm, and then he shows me a lot of the city. It was really fun. He showed me short cuts, back roads, and the best places for food when I can stomach it. We got ice cream, because I mean who are we kidding it's freaking September. But the way just forgave each other, it's amazing. But how fast we forgot, was like it never happened.

"Thanks for showing me around. I had a good time today."

"We should do this again sometime." There's a minute of awkward silence.

"So, I'll see you in the morning?" He asks.

"Definitely. I'll be there." He walks me to the front of the apartment building. I go in, and up to my apartment, and I squill to myself.

"What a gentleman. If you're a girl in there, then I hope you find a boy just like him. If your a boy in there, then I hope that you're like him." I whisper to my stomach.

"How about we eat an early dinner, and get to bed? Because I'm way passed tired, but yet I'm so thrilled. Aw. Man, those eyes. So vibrantly green. That shiny blonde hair."

"Wait. I'm supposed to be mad at him. But I can't help myself. He was so kind." As much as I hate them, I ate, or picked at, a TV dinner. Definitely going grocery shopping soon. Well I guess that's it for my day. I had a picnic with myself, George apologized, and I fell for him again. Ha.