Olive's P.O.V. Lucas drove me to school and even walked me to my class, giving me one last kiss before I entered. I missed him already, which only made me feel like a love sick teen again. I remember feeling this giddy when Julius and I first started dating, but it's different with Lucas. Like everything else, it's more intense with him. The feelings he brings out of me are almost overwhelming. I've never had anyone do this to me before, except maybe Ian. Even then it was different. Ian was the first person to be kind to me. He showed me what real friendship could look like. I haven't spoken to him in so long. Not since he moved away. We lost touch even though we swore we wouldn't. He never replied to me like he promised he would when I wrote. I never bothered to look him up. There's no reason to, he clearly didn't want to be my friend anymore. Class went by fast thankfully, nothing too strenuous. I hurriedly made my way to the Campus Commons to meet up with Hailey. I spotted her be

Olive's P.O.V."He should have been here by now." Leo sighed, playing anxiously with his lip piercings.We had both tried calling him but hadn't received a response. There was no text or call back. Anytime we tried to call it went straight to voicemail. From there we started to worry."His phone is probably dead," I said, knowing that wasn't the case.I don't know what it is, but I have this sinking feeling in my stomach that something is wrong. I couldn't tell you what it is though, however, having Lucas not answering the phone was only making the feeling worse. My mind kept coming up with worse case scenarios to torture me further."Yeah probably," he sighed not convinced."What should we do? Want to try to see if anyone else has heard from him?" I asked, hoping he would say yes, because I don't have Lisa or Rachel's number."Shit." I heard Leo curse under his breath before he answered his phone. "Hello?" His voice sounded so scared, like he was bracing himself for the worst news. H

Lucas' P.O.V. **Please, if you're willing, listen to Photograph by Cody Fry as you read.*" My Rose stayed here with me last night. She had slept beside me until they made her move. Stupid nurse. I couldn't believe she would willingly choose to sleep in a small cot like that rather than in a large bed. I want to tell her how I feel….how I really feel. I need her to know that she is everything to me. I need her to know, but I'm also scared I'll frighten her away. She can be so skittish at times. "What's wrong?" She asked, seeming shy. I didn't mean to worry her, but I need her to know I am being serious. "Come here," I said, patting the bed again. She slowly made her way towards me. "I'm here," she announced as she sat on the edge of the bed. I used my good hand to grab hers, holding it tight in case she tried to run away. "I need to tell you something, but you can't run away after," I said, smirking at her sweetly, but my heart was beating quickly. She gave me a small nod in und

Olive's P.O.V. Time seems to fly by when you're actually enjoying life. Halloween was this weekend already and Lucas and I will have been dating for a month now. I felt giddy thinking about it. Lucas and I have not spent a single night away from each other since his accident. We alternate between his apartment and my flat. We each have our own drawer, although I honestly have 2 drawers and a quarter of his closet at his place. "We have to match, Rose," Lucas argued with me over our Halloween costumes. "Do we really have to dress up? Aren't we too old for that?" "Take that back. We are never too old," he argued back, making me smile with his playful tone. "Please, Rose, dress up with me?" He gave me those eyes again, the ones that always seem to melt away my resolve. He was not playing fair. "Fine," I sighed. "But nothing that's going to have me half naked." "Never," he shook his head. His cast was finally due to be removed this Friday, just in time for Halloween. He was excited

Olive's P.O.V. The question hung in the air for several minutes. I knew I needed to say something, but all coherent thoughts escaped me. My mind raced as it thought of what my answer should be. I love him, and he loves me. We laid ourselves bare for one another after his accident, but we've only been together about a month. That's too short a time to move in together isn't it? Yet, somehow I just wanted to blurt out yes. I mean we stay together every night anyway. What's the difference? "No," I started, and the hurt on his face killed me. "Move in with me instead. I don't want to lose my mom's flat as my home. Live here with me, where she wanted me to be." The joy that rekindled in his eyes made my heart swell. He propped himself on his elbows over me again, kissing me so deeply that he stole my breath away. He smiled down at me, a smile I had yet to see before. The happiness radiated off of us in waves. I know everyone will say it's way too early, but it feels right. We love each o