"Where are you going again?" My father asked as I took my money and put it inside my phone's cover.

"Thessa wants to exercise for the auditions and she asked me to got at the gym with her. Then we'll just hangout for a little." I shrugged. I called Thessa yesterday night and we made up this plan, her mom was ok with lying to my dad in case he asked her something. And all this because Thessa told her that I was out with a boy and that my father would be mad, which isn't true because he would be happy to see me going on a date, the point is that the boy is a Holland.

"Ok, I know how much that audition means to you." He kissed my cheek. "Don't workout too much and stay safe, I have to be at the tribunal in an hour and I don't know if I'll be home when you arrive." He explained and I nodded. "Harrison we'll be home soon."

"Hope so." I muttered, I really didn't want to meet him at the moment. "Ok, it's time for me to go." I smiled and then stepped out.

I was wearing a skirt and a simple shirt, I had told my father that I had my change into my bag which of course was a lie, but he didn't say anything about it.

I sighed feeling anxious, I never lied to my father about something like that, my ex boyfriend was a different story and my dad helped me a lot during that period.

The bar wasn't too far away and I had a little of time to think about what to do, I had to be cool and nice and I didn't have to talk about my family nor anything that included some specific information that could tell him that I was an Osterfield.

I faked a smile and entered the bar, my heart was beating way too fast. I started looking around but I couldn't see him anywhere, did he dump me? I shook my head, there was no way he would do something like that, he didn't even know who I really was.

I sat at one table and took my phone.

To Curly Hair:
I'm here...
Where are you?

Ok, I was being way too anxious. What if he won't show up? Would it be so bad? Hell no, it wouldn't. I wouldn't risk anything, maybe it would be even better.

From Curly Hair:
Just arrived.

I widened my eyes. Holy shit, he was here, but I couldn't see him anywhere. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths.

Everything is alright, he won't know and I'm gonna have fun like friends, right?

"Hey do I know you?" I looked up and noticed Tom looking at me with a smile. "Because I'm pretty sure I've seen you in my dreams." He finished and sat right in from of me.

"Oh my god." I giggled. "That was awful." I joked and he smiled.

"Well, you're the one good with those." He raised his eyebrows and I blushed looking at my hands. He was even better in real life and closer to me. "Sorry I'm late, my brother wanted a lift since he had to go with some friends." He explained and I nodded.

"I totally understand, sometimes I ask my brother the same actually." I shrugged. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you in person."

"The pleasure is mine, love." How could he be so fascinating? I felt like my knees were melting. "Have you ordered yet?"

"Nope, I was waiting for you." I said smiling and he nodded. "I'm going to orders if you want." I stood up and he did the same.

"Oh please, I arrived late so it's my duty." He shook his head. "What do you want?"

"A strawberry ice cream please." He nodded and as I took my money he put his hand on mine stopping me, I felt his soft skin against mine and my breath stopped.

"I'm paying." He said firmly. "Don't worry about that." He then smiled kindly and I melted.

As he walked towards the cashier I looked at him with a big smile on my face, he was a daydream for sure.

Why could my family possibly hate him? He was so polite and cute. I couldn't hate him for sure.

When he finally came back with our ice creams I smiled happily. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you."

**
We talked a lot, about everything could possibly come to our minds. We laughed, joked, argued a little about what flavour was the best and after that we decide to go to the park.

As we walked one next to each other I realized that I've never felt that happy since my last relationship, maybe I felt even happier with him. He was two years older than me but that wasn't even a problem.

After a while we stopped on a bench and sat on it. "It's been ages since I last came here." I told him. "My best friend and I used to play all day in this park." I looked at some kids not far away from us.

"Are two close?" He asked and I nodded. "I don't have a best friend, I think my brothers are pretty much my only real friends."

"Well, it's better than nothing." I tried to cheer him up. "I'm not that close with my brother, he likes to stay alone or with his friend most of the time so I grew up with Thessa." I shrugged. "She's like a sister to me."

"I see." He took my hand in his one and that was the second time our hands touched that day. I looked at him, his eyes were already staring at mine. "Can I kiss you?"

That only question made me freeze. My brain was working quickly trying to understand what to do. I really wanted to kiss him, but he was a Holland and I was am Osterfield. My eyes were widened and I tried to answer his question.

Renata think about it, your parents would be already disappointed knowing that you're here with him, but kissing him? Have you some kind of suicide desire?

But his lips looked so soft and I was already biting mine as he was leaning to kiss me.

If I have any maturity I'll stop him before our lips-

And that was it, his lips were on mine. After some seconds both of us started moving them following a rhythm, before I knew it our tongues were touching and I lost every trace of maturity.

Kissing him felt so good, I was feeling the thrill knowing that I shouldn't have, and he was a good kisser.

My hands were now behind his neck and his arms were around my waist trying to pull me closer to him.

After some seconds I pulled away feeling tired and wanting to take a deep breath. "Wow." I muttered, I would lie if I said that I felt guilty, but he if he asked me to do that again, I would say yes without even thinking about it.

"That was nice." He nodded with a smirk.

Nice? That was so fucking hot.

"You taste like strawberries." I blushed, I couldn't say what he tastes like, I was too concentrated on calming my heart attack to even notice that.

"So, ehm." I cleared my throat. "What now?" I laughed awkwardly.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, it was fine today, we could hangout again." I proposed. And maybe kiss a little more.

"I don't think so." I widened my eyes and turned to look at him. I opened my mouth ready to ask what he was talking about, but he cut me off. "We know very well that we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"What?" I said confused. "I don't understand."

He rolled his eyes. "You do, Renata Osterfield." Hearing my real name made me realize what was going on. He knew, he always knew everything.

"Then why did you ask me out?" I stood up angrily. "What was the point?"

"I didn't know it was you until you sent me your picture. Do you think I've never noticed you? You came almost every Tuesday in front of my school dressed up as cheerleader with your name on your top." I blushed, I never thought he saw me nor cared about anyone around him actually. "I was surprised and I wanted to know how is a Osterfield."

I crossed my arms on my chest. "Am I that bad?" I asked.

"You aren't." He shook his head. "You are very kind and nice actually, that surprised me even more knowing how you Osterfields are."

"I'm sorry?" I snapped. "Don't talk about my family that way, you aren't any better.... Holland. Also, you were the one kissing me! That doesn't make any sense!" I yelled.

"Well." He stood up. "I wanted to taste you, but you know that we can't keep seeing each other, this was once in a lifetime to do."

"So all this was just... Playing around with me and my feelings?" I questioned feeling my throat sore and my tears at the end of my eyes.

"Oh c'mon, don't tell me you really feel something for me. You aren't stupid, you should have known better that a Holland and an Osterfield aren't meant to be any near." I nodded looking at the ground, tears now rolling down on my cheeks. He was right, I should have listened to Thessa and stay away from him. "Oh dear, are you crying?" His fingers went on my chin so I could look at him. "You are a very beautiful and smart girl, it's not your falut nor mine."

"Stop it, please." I shook my head.

"Ok." He stepped back. "It was nice meeting you Renata." He put his hands into his pockets.

"You too." I muttered and then turned to walk away. As I reached the exit of the park, I turned to look at him, he was standing there exactly where I left him, I wasn't sure if he was looking at me or not. I sighed and continued my walk towards home.

Well, that was unexpected.