đ milo cross + alice lark
It had taken quite a lot of convincing, but after a few weeks of persistent pestering, Milo Cross has agreed to leave Bingley and accompany Alice Lark to Boston for the day.Â
âYouâve really never been to Boston?â Alice asked as they walked out of the library. Alice had been working on a rather extensive project and needed information from a book the library in downtown Boston possessed but was unable to lend out.
âNope,â Milo replied, grinning ear to ear at Alice. It was clear he was pleased to be out of the library, where heâd had been forced to maintain relative silence for the few hours sheâd been there. Alice had tried to convince him to go out on his own, but heâd insisted on staying with her.
âNot even on school trips or anything?â Alice persisted. Milo shook his head.
âAunt Alma wasnât keen on road trips. Besides, thereâs no reason to leave Bingley. Iâve got everything I need right there,â Milo explained. Alice paused to think of something Bingley might not have she could impress Milo with that.
âHave you ever been to an aquarium?â Alice asked. Milo frowned, shaking his head. âThen for once, Milo Cross, let me take you on the adventure!â
Within the hour, the pair were standing surrounded by gallons of water and hundreds of fish. Alice was observing Milo, however, as he stared up as a school of sunfish swam above them.
âHow does it keep it all in there?â he asked, looking back to Alice. âThe water and all?â
âMagic,â Alice replied with a wink. ââŚOr perhaps engineering. Iâm a literature studentâ I really couldnât say.â
âIt is sort of magical, the whole thing,â Milo admitted, looking up again. He reached out his hand, managing to find Aliceâs. She looked over at him and smiled.Â
âAnd to think, youâd never have seen any of it if you hadnât left Bingley,â Alice commented. It seemed as if the moment he heard the name of his beloved town, something clicked in the young manâs head.
âSpeaking of, we should probably head back, yeah?â he pulled Alice in the direction of the exit, though she protested.
âBut weâve barely seen any of it!â
âIts getting so late and is such a drive back home.â
âIts barely even dark, Milo!â
âYes, but its that time of year when the roads might freeze and think how tragic it would be if we ended up dead in a ditch somewhere?â
âMilo, youâve being ridic-â
âAlice,â he cut her off, his face a bit more serious than sheâd ever seen it. âCanât we just please go home?â
âYes⌠yes of course,â Alice said quickly. The seriousness that had clouded Miloâs face disappeared suddenly as he threw his arm around her shoulder, the pair heading out into the brisk New England winter air.Â