Ella & Connor

Summary:
Ms. Eve Haley is a rising star in the world of romance. She's beautiful, vivacious, and the best friend a girl could have.
This is the story of Ella & Connor(duh). Any other information you'll have to gather from reading. It's great though!!! feedback!!

    The day was sunny and cool with a slight breeze that blew gently through the honey locks of Ella’s hair. She sat on a cement bench beneath the large oak that offered shade as she looked over the field of flowers. She loved to come out to the fields and spend some alone time with her thoughts. Ella loved the end of spring most of all. This was the time when the coolness of fall was coming and most of the flowers were dying out. You could say for some that it would be sad to see the beautiful wildflowers die, but for Ella, she like to find the last remaining blooms before there were none.
    Ella sat on the bench feeling the soft breeze as her eye was captured by a hint of white by the end of the bench. She leaned over the edge to see a single daisy. She reached down to pluck the daisy from its grassy surrounding. Ella twirled the flower in her hand before bringing it to her nose for a sniff. The scent took her back to when she was ten years old as she began to pluck the petals, one by one, in a childhood game of "he loves me, he loves me not". She didn’t call out the repetitive phrase but only thought it mentally. After a little while, her thoughts began to form until it seemed as though they were said aloud. The soft, husky voice, all too familiar, registered in her mind as a smile began to grow upon her soft, ivory face.
    "He loves me, he loves me not," the voice came again, only a bit louder. She turned her body to see a figure leaning on the oak tree.
    "He loves me, he loves me not." Brown eyes set in a mysterious look paired with the handsome smile that stood out from all other traits formed the face of Conner Thompson. He straightened and slowly walked towards Ella. "He loves me, he loves me not." She stood up from the bench with her dress sweeping the ground beneath her. The soft blue velvet that fit her slender figure also brought out the blue of her eyes, which were caught up in the depths of Conner’s.
    "How did you know I was here?" Ella asked through her sweet smile.
    "Hatti told me you had gone for some alone time and I thought I’d join you."
    "You still didn’t answer my question. How did you know I was here?"
    "Would you believe I’m psychic?" She looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and shook her head.
    "You never finished your flower," he said with a quick change of subject. She squinted her eyes to give a look of annoyance, but softened as his smile began to pull hers out, as well. "I guess not." His hand came over hers that held the flower. Looking into her eyes, he began to pluck the remaining petals saying "He loves me, he loves me not." She brought her other hand out to stop his hand from plucking the last petal. With a smile on her face she plucked the last petal. "He loves me," she said looking into Conner’s eyes. He looked back with those endearing eyes that seemed to make Ella melt where she stood. "I love you," he said, the words flowing from his lips. They seemed to make their way to wrap around her heart with a warm squeeze that sent it beating uncontrollably.
    "I love you, too," she said. He took a step closer to pull her to a warm embrace. Her head resting on his shoulder, he lowered his head to peck her on the cheek.
    "Shall we sit," he said pulling out of the embrace and offering his arm to escort her. She placed her hand in the crook of his arm as they walked together to the cement bench. He sat and glanced over to see the look in her eyes as she stared out to the rolling hills before them. He reached over to grab a hand. The hands that lay so ladylike in her lap were soft and sweet to touch. She glanced down and then looked to the man sitting beside her. The look on his face was one to treasure as a look of admiration.
    "That’s something I love about you," he said with soft sincerity in his voice.
    "What is that?"
    "I love the way you seem to be amazed and in awe of the creations among us, dead or alive."
    "How could you tell I was in awe?" she asked with a tease of curiosity.
    "Your eyes, in a way, change when you see God’s nature. They are soft and light with sparks of joy and love." He paused a moment in silence before saying, "Like now."
    She smiled and tilted her head to the right, as she seemed to be looking intently for something.
    "What?" he asked.
    "I’m looking at the creation I’ve been blessed with most of all." He pulled her into another hug as they looked out to the hills together. He was quiet and while Ella knew that at times he had his moments of silence, she could sense he was in deep thought.
    "What are you pondering so deeply about?" she asked. He shifted a little to say, "How do you know I’m thinking deeply on anything?"
    "Would you believe I’m psychic? No, it’s a girl thing." She paused and could tell she’d hit the nail on the head. He was thinking about something but she didn’t know what. She thought carefully and ventured to ask him again. "Are you okay? What are you thinking about?" she said softly with care. He pulled away to look Ella in the eyes.

*Editor's Note*
Ms. Haley, may I speak to you? You will pay for putting me on edge. Love ya.

                                                                                                ~Rena~