A/N:

UPDAAAAAAATE!
Already have an idea for my next fanfic, but I am not telling you yet *devilish grin*

Disclaimer: I ain't own nothing except the plot.

About five minutes into the drive, I decide to turn on the radio. I quickly tune into a local rock station. I see Tobias's mouth quirk up into a smirk when 'Second Chance' by Shinedown comes on. I turn it a tad louder.

"I saw Halley's comet, she waved," I sing along with the refrain. "Said, 'Why you always running in place?' Even the man in the moon disappears. Somewhere in the stratosphere."

"Surprised you know this song," Tobias mumbles more to himself than to me, but I still hear him. I don't think he intended for me to.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, Shinedown just don't seem like your type of music."

"Oh, so what is my type, then?" I ask him, sarcasm dripping from my words.

"You know, the alternative stuff like Imagine Dragons and shit," he says to me, his eyes staying on the road in front of him.

"One, Imagine Dragons' music is not 'shit'. They are my legit life. Two, seems like you've been paying attention to me." I smirk at him even though he can't see me since he's watching the road.

"I like to observe people," he says. I attempt miserably to hold in a laugh. "What?" he asks me.

"You are a terrible liar. You don't like to observe people at all," I tell him. He shrugs his shoulders again.

"Fine. I guess I've paid attention to the type of music you've shown me. Imagine Dragons seems to be the majority of it." He turns left at the stoplight.

"That seems like a more... realistic you," I say. He laughs. 'Second Chance' ends, and the DJ says that he's going to play something classic. I smirk. I personally love classic rock. My dad taught me to love it before he got promoted and started working 25/8. 'Hey Jude' by the Beatles comes on. "Yes!" I say, pumping my fist into the top of the car. Tobias gives me a quick look and turns the car right.

"You know the Beatles too?" I nod. "What don't you know?" he asks me, pulling into the park's parking lot. I shrug.

He puts the car in park and gets out. He rushes over to my side and opens the door for me. I give him a look that says 'Dude-You-Don't-Have-To-Do-That-For-Me-Because-I-Am-Highly-Capable-Of-Doing-It-Myself.' He seems to understand what the look means and shrugs for about the third time today.

"We're on a somewhat date, so I need to be a good boyfriend and open the door for you."

"Well, be a good boyfriend and not open the door for me," I say, smiling innocently at him. He gently intertwines his fingers with mine after I step out, and I realize how much longer his fingers are than mine. His middle finger touches about a centimeter past the middle of my hand. Tobias glances down at me looking at our hands.

"What are you in such deep thought about?" he asks somewhat sarcastically, and I can hear the smile in his words.

"How long your fingers are," I reply nonchalantly. He laughs.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asks. This time I shrug at him. I look up.

"Depends on how you look at it."

He leads me to the abandoned swing set, and we each take a seat on the swings that are next to each other.

"So, I was thinking that we could just talk about irrelevant things today, if that's fine with you," he says. I smile at him and tighten my grip on his hand. Our hands dangle in between the swings.

"That actually sounds perfect," I tell him. He smiles at me, and it looks incredibly sexy on his face. But then again, when aren't his smiles sexy? He nods at me to indicate that I should start our chat. "So, before me, how many girlfriends did you have? I obviously wouldn't know since we supposedly hated each other and kept our distance."

He looks off into the distance and for a minute, I see some sort of pain in his eyes. I suspect that I asked the wrong question, though I don't see why.

"You don't have to answer it if you don't want to," I say. He shakes his head.

"No, no. You asked the question, so I think that I should answer it. You deserve to know, anyways," he says. I raise an eyebrow. He continues, "So after I sort of told you off, I was kind of internally depressed, although I never really showed it. A lot of girls threw themselves at me before my depression, but I never really paid attention. During it, though, I just needed some levity, you know?" I nodded, understanding where this is going. "Let's just say that a lot of girls got knocked up…not even in desirable places. The bathroom, the guys' locker room, under the stairs…" he trails off, telling me that he doesn't really want to continue what he was saying.

I don't know what to say to that. Damn, I don't know how to react. I never really pictured Tobias being like that, no matter how attractive and cocky he was, and still is. I hate to say it, but he's telling me that he was practically a man-whore. I fix my gaze somewhere in the distance, and somewhat notice Tobias take his hand out of mine and put his head in both of his hands.

"You angry?" he asks softly; almost inaudible. I shrug. I know I shouldn't be angry with him…he was depressed and needed levity, like he said.

"Just one question. Did you…did you even date any of them?" I ask. He looks up at me, despair written all over his face. Practically tattooed on, like my ravens are.

"Do you want me to lie... or do you want the truth?"

"Truth," I say, not hesitant.

"No," he says, "I didn't. I knew it was wrong. Hell…I knew it was so wrong. I was only what, a sophomore? Junior? I only fucked them for my own benefit. You are actually my first girlfriend. All the others were just…I don't know. I broke so many of their hearts." He looks at me. "If you want to break up with me now, go ahead. I know I'm a shitty person."

I can see his eyes water, like he's about to cry. How many times have I seen Tobias cry? Not enough to be used to it.

Despite the anger boiling inside me, I can't blame him. I'd probably do the same thing, given how screwed up it is. No one should be used for that sort of interaction, yet countless girls were for his pleasure. But he's changed, right? He's changed for the better, and I know that deep down inside of him while he was knocking up all those girls, he wanted to change. That's not the Tobias I knew and now know. I take his hand back in to mine.

"No, I do not want to break up with you, Tobias. We both know what you did was wrong, but what's in the past is in the past. We can't change that. But I think that that time you were going through made you into the man you are now. And I love him. I love you and all your flaws," I say, twisting in the swing and placing my free hand on his cheek. I use my thumb to wipe away a stray tear that the sun was reflecting off of under his eye.

"Always?" he says, his voice cracking at the end.

I smile at him. "Always."

I fit my mouth to his, and I feel him melting under me. All the secrets and dirty deeds and lies that he was hiding just melt. I don't know where they go, but hopefully far away. He entangles his long fingers in my green streaked hair, and I could care less that we are in broad daylight - in public, in a park - right now. He licks my bottom lip, and I gladly let him enter my mouth. We kiss for a while on those swings, occasionally breaking for a breath of air.

After a while, he rests his forehead against mine.

"I guess that song was right," he says against my lips. Soft and smooth. I wonder if they were always this way.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I guess me saying goodbye was our second chance." I smile.

"Dammit, Tobias, you have no idea how much I fucking love you. Stop being so amazing," I tell him.

"I can say the same about you, my love."

A/N:

How was that? A little on the longer side, but oh well!

Next chapter will be a time skip to Monday (the day after this adorable date day), and THIS IS WHERE THE INTENSE DRAMA WILL BEGIN AND YOU ALL WILL PROBABLY SHED A FEW TEARS.

Have an amazing day/night, guys.

~thatrandomdivergent