"So miss hollywood star, how do you feel about adding drawing to your resume?" Archer hugged me from behind and placed his chin on my shoulder.

"What do you mean brownie?"

"I mean, I can teach you how to draw. It's not going to be perfect, but it'd be fun."

"Really?" I asked, turning around.

"We can go to my place." He grabbed my hand and took me to his car.

I've always wanted to learn how to draw and paint and do all those artsy things. The problem is, I never knew how. I remember taking some art classes in primary school, but nothing came out of them. I sucked. I literally sucked.

Please someone cue the dirty joke right now.

"So Mister Luca, enlighten me with the things I need to know for drawing."

"The best tip I can give you is to draw from a picture or a landscape. That's what I always do. It's easier, but as I get deeper into the drawing or sketch, I'll add details to make it my own."

"You make it sound easy brownie."

"It is. Just let the pencil flow whenever it wants."

"I do that and my drawing ends up looking like one of the pages parents put up in the fridge that their toddlers drew."

"Hilarious." He grabbed my hand, intertwined our fingers. "But I'm serious."

"I know you are." I played with the stupid frog ring he was wearing. And I played with the stupid friendship bracelet he never took off. "How do you know which details you want to add to make it your own."

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Take the drawing I did the first night you came over. I drew a bird that wasn't there. I call you birdie. It made the drawing part of me and part of you."

"You are a geek."

"Can I have a curse word pass?"

"Oh I've been waiting for you to ask that. Give me your best." He cracked his neck and took a deep breath.

"Bitchquennete."

"Oh brownie. Someone call the cops cause you just committed a felony." I know it was a bad joke, but come on, it was perfect for the situation.

~~~

"Change."

"What?" I questioned Archer as I threw myself onto his bed. His mistress was next level of amazing. Think cotton candy mixed with clouds mixed with softness and silk.

Incredible, right?

"Change. I don't want you ruining your dress."

"I thought we were just sketching."

"We are also going to use paints. Now, change."

"Sounds exciting boss man." He rolled his eyes and threw me one of his black shirts and a pair of his sisters shorts. I took off my dress and slipped into the comfy outfit he lent me. I understood why he wanted it off. The blue flowy dress was too pretty to get damaged and it was one of my favorites. I grabbed one of the hair clips I always leave in my bag and twirled my hair up into a french twist and placed it in. Some baby hairs fell out, but I couldn't do much about that.

"Permission to kiss." He said coming to me and pulling me by my shirt.

"Permission granted." We kissed for what felt like forever, but the amazing thing about Archer was that time didn't exist with him. His kisses felt like days and hours and years.

"Okay sit here." He ushered me into his desk. Sitting in front of me was a canva with a pencil to the side, some other pencils which I assumed could help with shading, paints to the other accompanied by the brushes. "Just draw what you want birdie."

"I have no fucking clue what am doing."

"Elizabeth."

"You know I should have thought about this sooner. We should kiss every time I curse."

"We would be kissing all day."

"That's not a bad idea." His cheeks turned into a light pink and I loved the fact that I still made him blushed and geek out.

"Where were we?" He said changing the topic.

"Me not knowing shit about drawing." He planted a kiss on my neck. I looked at him with a shy smile on my face, but he just brushed it off.

"Right. Just think about a certain place."

"Oh do you remember the huge valley with flowers. Did you take pictures that day?" I think I took some, but Archer was a way better photographer than me.

"I did. Let me look for them." I thought he was going to check his phone like a decent and smart person would do, but he got up, opened a drawer, and took out a bunch of papers. I thought they were papers, until I realized those were actual photos of us during summer.

He had printed them out.

"I was planning on giving you these before I left for New York, but I guess this is good too. It's stupid I know, but it's just photos of us and if you turn them you'll find some of my thoughts during that day. Yeah."

He handed me them, but I couldn't form any words as I looked at them. I probably spent forty minutes reading each and every one of them. Archer didn't push me to speak. I felt tears in my eyes. Happy tears because I couldn't believe these were actually real. My eyes stopped in the last picture. It was one of the nights Archer took me to the beach and we had a little picnic.

you are a work of art. even in the darkest nights, you seem to light everything around you. that's why i'm so drawn to you.

ps. i didn't tell you, but your hair looks really pretty today

"Thank you." Archer looked up from whatever he was doing and gave her a soft smile. I could have said anything else, but thank you seemed perfect.

"I would say the same to you. If I hadn't met you, I would have never done any of this." He grabbed the canva he was working on and handed it to me. "It's not completely done, but you get the idea."

I was holding a drawing of me sitting down and looking at all the photos. A few were drawn on the floor, and others were around me. You could see the tears slipping through my eyes.

I looked up to see he had moved closer to me. His eyes were fixated on me. They were soft and seemed to glow. I smiled at him realizing what I was feeling.

"I love you." I spoke softly, not wanting it to seem forced or crazy. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on me. Some might think that it was too soon or that we were too young to know anything about love. But I knew I was inlove with Archer Luca.

"I love you too." He responded against my lips.

"I guess I'm not adding art to my resume?" I joked.

"Maybe another day. Let's go out on the balcony."

We went out. There was still daylight even when the sun was slipping away. I got close to Archer, but he placed his head on my thighs. I raked my hand through his hair and we both stayed silent for a while.

"Are you scared?" I asked him a while later.

"About what?"

"Going to New York."

"Yeah. It means leaving you behind, my sister, my parents, you." He repeated at the end.

"I've been thinking about that."

"Me too birdie. I don't-"

"Me neither."

"But it's best."

"I know."

"It's just three years Elizbabeth. We meet again after three years. I would only be missing one more year of University."

"And I would move depending on my next gig."

"New promise."

"Hit me."

"We'll try and stay in contact during the three years, and that final summer we'll come back to the place it all started."

"I promise brownie."

"I promise birdie."

Somehow a part of me knew this was going to end this way. Not because we wanted to, but because it was the right thing to do. The logical thing to do. But three years from now, we would come back here, to the park we met, and continue together. Because destiny, fate, life has a funny way of working. They all lead you to certain roads and places. And no matter how hard you try to control them, they always had the power. But the thing about Archer and me is that destiny, fate, and life all want us together and three years from now, we will. 

a/n 
can't believe we are at 10.7k thank you luvs