Creative # 3

Cari walked to the park, and sat on the swings, lost in thought.
What in the world was I thinking, she thought to herself as she swung. I really hurt her feelings.
“Cari, are you ok?”
She looked up and saw Brad looking extremely concerned.
“Kind of, not really,” she replied, grabbing a stone from the ground.
Brad sat down next to her. She got up in fear, and walked over to the basketball court. She chucked the rock, and hit the backboard.
He walked up to her, grabbed her hand, and turned her to face him.
“Cari, you have no reason to act this way. We like each other; what we did to Shava was not wrong, not in my eyes,” he said, stroking her face ever so gently.
“Brad, that’s the thing. I don’t just like you.” Cari said, looking down.
“What do you mean, Cari? I don’t understand.”
“I---I----I love you, Brad!” Cari revealed, wrapping her arms around him.
Brad just held her there as rain started to fall. Cari’s hair was getting wet, and a piece was against her face. Brad pushed it back behind her ear, and gazed into her ocean-blue eyes. The rain was just pounding on the court; you could hear the ground withering away.
He leaned in and kissed her. And this time, she didn’t run away….