The Bucket List

When Blue rang the doorbell she was ready to face the sculpted abdomen of Oliver's brother. But what she wasn't ready to race was the sculpted abdomen of Oliver, himself.

"Uh," she cleared her throat, fairly certain that her face resembled a red balloon at the moment. "Hi."

"Hi." Oliver raised his eyebrows and Blue tried her hardest to bite back her smile. She didn't think she had ever seen eyebrows so attractive before.

"Ready for the fifth?" Blue shifted from foot to foot excitably.

"Which is?"

She pulled out the paper and shoved it under his nose to read.

☑ #1: Hug the first person I see on the streets

☑ #2: Sleep under the stars (no tent or anything; just on the grass)

☑ #3:Learn to play the piano

☑#4: Go skinny-dipping

☐ #5: Trespass and have a picnic there

"Do you want to land yourself in jail or something?"

"That would be nice, yeah." Blue grinned toothily and Oliver rolled his eyes with a slight smile shadowing his lips. "Hurry up and-and could you please put a shirt on?" Oliver's smile grew and he leaned down so they were eye to eye, but all she could sense was the intoxicating scent enveloping her and his very shirtless torso.

"Why, does it bother you?" Oliver cocked an eyebrow.

"Too much," she tried huffing but it just came out as a pathetic breath.

"Right."

Oliver disappeared and a moment later a voice erupted from within the house.

"Hey, Ollie's girlfriend, right?" The older man from before came ito view a second later, naked chest and all. When he leaned against the doorjamb, where Oliver had been just a moment ago, Blue was about ready to pass out because this so wasn't okay. Attractive boys seemed to be out to get her lately.

"No, not his girlfriend."

"Mhm," he hummed, disbelievingly and his brows rose. Blue smirked. It must have run in the family.

"Stop harassing her, Alex," Oliver appeared again along with a shirt, much to Blue's relief. With one last final suggestive smirk, Alex threw them a lazy, two-fingered salute and sauntered back into the house. Blue ripped her gaze away from his flexing back muscles to meet the younger brother's amused, [blue] eyes and she flushed.

"Ollie?" she asked, forcing the topic away from her and he seemed to sense the change, but didn't say anything.

"Shut up," he muttered and pushed past though there was an undeniable, adorable pink color tinting his cheekbones.

"But your brother gets to call you that."

"Yeah, well he's a dipshit," he called from over his shoulder and Blue laughed before running to catch up and fall into step with him.

"Loosen up," she told him. "I like Oliver better, anyway."

He raised his eyebrows in a questioning gaze.

"Yeah," she continued in a matter-of-fact tone. "Oliver...it feels nice on my tongue. Like...oh! Like, if names were different foods, yours would be pistachio ice-cream."

"Pistachio ice-cream?" He asked, smile flirting with his lips.

"It's my favorite," Blue explained. "It's weird at first but there's an unquestionable sweetness to it. Like your name. And you." He finally let the grin take over his mouth.

"You're weird," he stated again.

"So I've been told."

"For the record, I like your name, too," Oliver spoke again a minute later and Blue blinked. "It's like you."

"What does that mean?" She asked.

"Ask anyone what their favorite color is and there's 90% chance of them saying blue. Everyone has no choice but to like it; no choice but to like you." Oliver shrugged and Blue laughed at the absurdity of that statement though it was once of the nicest things anyone had ever told her.

***

"You want to have a picnic on a ferris wheel?" Oliver questioned incredulously, turning from the dark amusement park before him to a giddy Blue.

"I've always wanted to go to a closed amusement park," she whispered back.

"And have a picnic on a ferris wheel?" His voice was so unbelieving that Blue wanted to laugh.

"Yep."

"God, what goes on in that head of yours?" he asked rhetorically, but by then the girl was already running towards the huge ride. When Oliver reached her, Blue was climbing into a swinging chair. He sat down next to her, bracing his arm against the side when it swung back and forth dangerously. Once he was positioned correctly Blue unzipped her backpack and drew out all the foods she had packed. "Healthy," he smirked and she stuck her tongue out.

It wasn't, really. Tiny triangle sandwiches and soda pops and caramels set out on the little sliver of old plastic holding them in the ride. But who had ever said that bucket lists were healthy? So Blue ate her tiny triangle sandwiches and caramels and drank her soda pop and then she leaned against Oliver's shoulder because it was comfortable and he was warm. The clouds were nowhere to be seen and the stars were out.

A/N:

Yo.

So I finally got this part out :D

Blue (Britt Robertson because she's fantabulous) to the side.

Vote? Comment?

Thaaanks.

Dedicated to empathetics because I think her words are wonderful and that she's hilarious.

-Nova.