To Ariel, I got you some makeup brushes and a holder for said brushes. I hope they go to good use or whatever. Merry Christmas. Oliver To Belle, I got you a giant blanket to snuggle with and keep you warm. Merry Christmas. Oliver To Colton (JT), Your very own karaoke machine, so you can practice your Justin Timberlake singing skills to pair with my Britney. (Not pictured; Karaoke CD’s) Merry Christmas. Oliver To Jackson, I book of mad libs because you can never laugh too much!! Merry Christmas. Oliver

Oliver had woken up with a thought in mind and a way to ask brewing in his head. He wanted to ask Belle out, he didn’t care that they’d only started talking again a week or so ago. She’d always been the one he’d meant to pick. She’d always been the one he’d thought about, even when they hadn’t been speaking. That had been his fault. He walked away from a friendship because he assumed things, he jumped to conclusions. He’d gotten scared, picked the wrong girl, stuck with the wrong girl and fled when the wrong girl had wronged him. Now he wasn’t going to let the right girl get away. Belle was meant to be his, if she wasn’t why would life bring them back together? Oliver was one of the people who believed in fate.

He’d arrived at the art place where he remembered Belle had said she was at when she wasn’t working. She was an artist after all. He walked in and walked around the place before he found her. “Hey, beautiful.”

Oliver had an excellent game plan, at least in his head he thought it was excellent. Buy all of Belle’s favorites. There was only so much he could do to prove to her how much he truly cared. Maybe remembering her favorite things would potentially break the wall down, even if it was just little by little. He was determined that was for sure. Oliver had already planned ahead their dinner. They had the choice between Fettuccini Alfredo Pasta or Spaghetti and Meatballs which was one of Oliver’s favorite dishes, especially the way his Mom would make it. He’d already prepped the meal ahead of time, just throwing everything into his slow cooker while he was away from the apartment. It would be ready by the time the two or well he hoped the two of them would show up. “Okay bud.” Oliver looked down at his dog. “You take care of the place while I’m out okay? I’ll be back.” He smiled at his dog and rubbed his head before heading on out.

His quest to search for Belle’s favorites was hard, but to him it was worth it. Apparently only a select few florists actually carried daisies, and here he thought they were as popular as roses and lily’s. He’d gone to the store, managing to avoid most of the human population, because that seemed to be who was out and about today and purchased the softest teddy bear he could find, along with some blue ribbon. He wrapped the blue ribbon around the bears neck and created a blue bow tie of sorts, wrapping the remaining ribbon around the flowers.

He wasn’t sure if he should bring the items inside with him or convince her that she needed a quick 5-10 minute break. He figured he could probably convince her. Walking into the coffee shop he waited in line like anybody would, although he obviously stuck out like a sore thumb as it wasn’t every day he was seen wearing a suit. Upon reaching the front a grin crossed his face when they made eye contact and he gave her a subtle nod. “You’re looking as beautiful as ever. Can I borrow you for like 5-10 minutes?”