Closed Picnic Date Disaster PV Pea Elena Fowl

Date: Sometime September??

The way in which Alec asked her out had been on par for him, on brand with his odd, yet sweet gestures. It was hard to remember when exactly he'd begun to go over the idea of asking her out, all at once the thought had appeared and became an ever-consuming thought until now, to the moment he planned to ask her out. On this day the two had been staying and talking for quite a while, a long drawn-out conversation, talking about nothing in particular, it was organic and more lighthearted and playful than their former discussions had even been. He was making a joke about the flowers he'd given her the first time he'd met. Chuckling he looked back upon the fond part of the memory.

There was something always at the back of his mind, even as he joked and laughed without a second thought, though again his mind would wander to the thought in the back of his mind, away from the conversation at hand, his eyes towards the messenger's bag he'd brought with him. Now was a perfect time. Alec took a deep breath before reaching into the bag grabbing a white rose from it and a note. It was a childish gesture, wasn't it? To ask her out on a date by the lake with a note. The one that has the boxes to check yes or check no. Childish or not, he gave her the items, sliding them under the stall door, and in the end he received a note ticked 'yes'
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The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, and Alec was by the lake, setting up for a picnic date and anxiously awaiting the arrival of her, the girl in the abandoned toilets, the one always hiding behind a stall door as they talked. A person he'd had some of the most intimate conversations throughout his entire lifetime with, and he was only now going to be able to get to meet her, see who she is. What was the difference going to be between the vulnerable girl behind the door of a bathroom stall and the one now? What if she was someone he knew? It couldn't be but- Everything was always a possibility! Not only that but they'd never met! What if she saw him and didn't like him?
Was Alec even attractive? He'd never stopped to consider it before, now he had to. What if he was the most hideous looking on this planet and had simply never known? Had nobody bothered to go out of their way to tell him? These were just a few of the several anxious thoughts of the Gryffindor's various inner workings the second he had worked up the courage and asked her out, and she had agreed. There had been several more anxious notions in the coming days and hours that he would have to dismiss.

It had happened fairly fast, if he was being honest, he wasn't quite sure how. They had talked once, then two times, and three times, and suddenly there had become too many to count. It was like there was a weight lifted off of you, making it feel lighter and easier to talk about anything and everything when the person watching you doesn't see you when they can't know who you are. It helped that for one, she was generally easy to talk to, conversations like the ones he had with her where he spoke and didn't have to think about what he said for whatever reason were few and far between.

He felt like a nervous wreck when he was around her, but it was in a good way, the type that made you feel like you were far off in the clouds, and as if it were a form of escapism he forgot about the world, and it felt like in those moments the only people that existed were him and her, and... he didn't mind it. Continued conversations of morality, jokes to lift of the spirits of the grieving girl, the littlest things could have been turned into a long drawn-out conversation between the two of them.

Often it wasn't because they had more to say, only that they, or at least, he, wanted to keep the conversation going. She would hear of his parents, their divorce, the complaints he had he thought no one would ever hear. She knew more than some of his closest friends, and it was almost a frightening feeling, to think a stranger knew these things. She wasn't a stranger, not really anyway.

The Gryffindor had found a quiet spot, off to the side and away from everything else. He figured there was less pressure for anything with fewer people around, they had started out talking through a bathroom stall door, it was only fair he eased into the transition. It was a beautiful spot by the lake and as he waited he would set out a picnic blanket before setting his picnic basket on top of it... Cheesy right? Whatever he could pretend he was in some rom com on a picnic date. He'd taken a seat on the blanket and would find himself working on a sketch of the lake to distract himself as he waited.

@Pea Elena Fowl