Rowan leaned to the side a bit and waved excitedly. He walked over to the bench and sat down. “Hi!” He paused, laughing a little. “Again.”
Gay Romeo and Juliet?
Harrow laughed as well "hi again, I was starting to think you changed your mind." He teased
“Course not,” Rowan shook his head briefly, “why would I pass up the chance to see a cute face like yours?”
Harrow blushed and glanced down at his notebook with a smile, it was so much easier talking to him over text. He glanced up "so what's new since we last talked?"
“Like nothing.” Rowan laughed, turning slightly so he was facing Harrow. “But I don’t know..Tell me about yourself.”
"me? Uhm, nothing new. My mom stopped by after I came home and we talked." He shrugged "then I spent the rest of the day talking g to you and drawing."
Rowan brought his knee up to his chest and rest his chin on it, smiling softly. “What do you draw?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.
She blushed, remembering the drawing of the Willow tree and the two lovers. " A little bit of everything, mostly realistic fantasy." He handed him the notebook "you can flip through if you'd like."
"Really? I've never met an artist who would willingly let anyone look through their notebook." Rowan said with a small laugh, flipping through the notebook. "These are amazing.."
He blushed harder and fiddled with the pencil in his hands "thanks. That means a lot to me." Especially when it came from you.
"You're welcome, Harrow." Rowan murmured, still flipping slowly through the pages. He stopped on one particular page, the drawing of him under the umbrella, and grinned. "It's me." He said quietly, smiling up at Harrow.
He leaned in to glance at the picture and nodded "mhm, i tend to draw things that inspire me. You're umbrella sorta caught my attention, then you." He smiled softly and glanced up at Rowan
Rowan blushed lightly, glancing down at the picture. “I’m glad..” he replied softly, looking up and meeting Harrow’s eyes. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me.
Harrow looked into his eyes and brought his hand up to lightly carressing his cheek he leaned in close but stopped short before fully kissing him. "Not yet, if you can find me at the party, the you you can have it." He whispered softly
Rowan blushed harder, still gazing into Harrow’s eyes. “I..I didn’t say anything..” He murmured, his heart ready to burst out of his chest.
"I know, but I've seen that look in many people's eyes before." He slowly pulled away "like I said before. If you.want it, you'll have e to find me at the party." he will keep and stood up
Rowan looked surprised for a second before regaining his composure and setting both his feet on the ground, leaning back on the bench. “Have it your way, but I’m a very busy person. Maybe you should be the one coming to find me.” He laughed quietly.
"it's a formal charity event with masks as the theme. It shouldn't be that hard to find you." He teased with a laugh "who comes up with the ideas for these get togethers?"
“Certain people. Not my family, thank god.” Rowan laughed. “And I thought you were the one who was supposed to save me from boredom? What am I supposed to do when you can’t find me?”
He put a hand to his chest "I'm insulted. Yku have such little faith in my abilities to find a person." He teased, "I'll find you, don't worry."
“I’m counting on you.” Rowan grinned, running his fingers through the mop of curls on his head.
"good." He glanced down at his watch and cursed under his breath "I've got to go, I'm gonna be late. I'll see you tomorrow Rowan." He gathered his things and walked down the path of the park
“Looking forward to it, cinnamon boy!” Rowan called after him, laughing quietly.
He smiled over his shoulder and waved, starting to like the name more and more the more towards called him by it.
Rowan waved back and sighed, leaning his head back, completely lovestruck. Who gave him the right to do this to me..
Once home, harrow leaned against the door and slid to the ground gods above, what has gotten into you?! This amount of flirting is Going to lead to heart break, then sadness, then depression, then death! He smiled stupidly at the ground and shook his head "I don't care."
(Literally me)
Rowan stood up a couple minutes later and starting walking home. He looked around, wondering which apartment was Harrow’s.
(lol)
Harrow sighed and got up from the floor, grabbing his laptop and opening a doc to starting writing his article. "People may not read newspapers anymore but they sure do read on the internet. His stories on the website he worked for were usually received well
Rowan hummed quietly to himself, swinging his arms at his side. He got home and started walking up to his room, passing his sister on the way up. She stopped, looking back at him with a smirk. “Where have you been?”
Harrow sat in his usual spot by the window and started typing, mostly including details of dragons and fairy like creatures that lived among normal people