I had my phone in my right hand and my pen in the other as I looked at the window, lost in thoughts. The sunlight made its way into the room even after being blocked by the curtains, just like he had. After that phone call with Ainat, I had tried to ignore him for another day but he seemed too determined to back out so I had finally spoken to him. I don't remember the exact words from the conversation, neither do I remember the exact setting of our surrounding but I'd say it was outside one of our classrooms. We hadn't talked more than twenty minutes and yet there was a corner of my heart which took an instant liking to him.

I don't remember much but I can still see him smiling wide as I finally talked to him without a frown on my face. I can see how excited he was when I told him about my dreams. I can see him clearly smirking when I accidentally told him that he was probably my first friend here. And I can still hear him whispering, "maybe more than that." I had pretended as if I didn't hear him and he'd given me the sweetest smile.

A smile made its way to my face but the thoughts didn't last long, "You there, Willow?" He'd questioned from the other side of the phone in his deep voice and his original British accent, "everything okay?" He sounded concerned.

I nodded, dropping the pencil and sitting straight, "It's all good," I replied, getting up from the bed and walking out to the living room, "so how's your trip going?" I asked, looking down at the ground. On the other side, I could hear him yawning and complaining about how they've decided to extend the trip for two more days. The smile hadn't yet left my face when I started to think of the time I first met him. Aster Clifton.

In last two years, there's not even a single change in this man. When we first met, he was complaining about not getting the right angle for his 'Harry Potter mark'. I had rolled my eyes hard at him just like I did a moment ago, "it's just two days mate!" I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. No matter how much I loved this man, I could never tolerate him without my dose of caffeine. It was the same with him.

That day, I had promised to watch a movie with him and he'd jumped around the whole campus. I had gone back to my flat, and for once since I've met him, he hadn't followed. I remember going to sleep around midnight, not before writing about the day. I heard someone tap on the window but ignored it for several minutes, getting up from my bed only when the knocking had continued. I had expected a huge insect or a bird but was met with a beautiful flower, one with beautiful olive-green eyes, my Oleander.

He had a huge smile on his face as I glared at him and opened the window for him to enter. He jumped inside the room and looked around, "it's so messy!' He complained, pouting when I hit him on the back of his head.

I was furious, but more than that I was confused about he'd find my location, "well it's mine so you don't have any right to comment," I'd answered him in a much ruder tone than I intended to but I was in no mood to apologise for it. He'd pouted again at my response and that's when I realised how beautiful he looked under the light of moon, "why are you here?" I asked, ignoring all those stupid thoughts my mind was thinking.

He scratched the bridge of his nose, the pout never leaving his face as he walked towards my bed and sat there, "you promised me a movie," he said, his tone sadder than anything I've heard from his mouth. Maybe I had been too rude, maybe I should have atleast talked to him politely. He looked at my face, "which one?" He questioned, curiously but I'm not sure his curiosity was about the movie. I guessed it was more about which one I would prefer.

I sighed, sitting on the small chair beside the bed and looking at him, his thin lips were still almost a pout and his olive green eyes had a sadness I'd never seen before. His dark curls were messy as always and his cute nose was slightly scrunched, although not too much to be noticed easily. My eyes gazed exactly into his, "I don't really watch many movies," I answered, all I had ever watched were the ones which were adapted from book and was almost always disappointed, "you can choose anything you like," I said, it was weird how I had not questioned the fact that he was here to ask me what movie we were about to watch.

As I spoke, his eyes concentrated back into mine. He was looking in them already but something told me that he was lost in his thoughts until I had spoken, "yeah, sure I'll think about it," he said and his voice was lower than usual. By all that was happening, I could guess something was wrong but just before I opened my mouth, there was a knock on the door. Why was everyone arriving this late? With the thought in my head, I'd nodded at him and looked at the door nervously.

"Willow? You alive?" I heard Aster ask and snapped out of my thoughts of him. I threw the pen on the bed and sat up straight.

It was as if I was in a different world everytime I think of him. Somewhere, where I forget the real world, "sadly yes, Aster" I rolled my eyes, and though I knew he won't be able to see me I was sure he'd hear me rolling my eyes by the tone of my words, "and yes I will drop her at your Mum's for two more days," I replied and could hear him sighing in relief. He always stressed too much but when it was about his sister, the stress reached to an unimaginable level. There was no one he trusted her with, only three exceptions being his parents and me. He thanked me almost fifty times after I promised him that and after ranting to each other for another hour we finally hanged up. I smiled, glancing at my lock screen, ready to message him but was interrupted by someone on the door.