I love the ocean and going to the beach and hanging out with my friends and since Heavenly reminds me of all of these things put together it is only natural for me to love the perfume. When I put the perfume on it makes me think of when I was lying on the beach and my friends got the idea to throw me into the ocean. I freaked out because I am really scared of the ocean because of sharks and I never get into the ocean. I mean I love the beach but I hate the water. I just like how pretty everything looks and smells.
                          
I grabbed my messenger bag and ran down to the kitchen, I slipped a watered bottle and a granola bar with chocolate chips and oats. Mmmm my favorite.
                          
I felt a breeze on my face and I could hear birds chirping and cars' engines roaring. As usual, the shops were open and people were walking around. I walked to the bus stop. I saw many people waiting for the bus. I must have waited for about five minutes. Then the clouds started to disappear. A small ray of sunshine brightened my face. I was starting to feel better than I did when I first woke up. The bus came. It looked very unusual. The bus was very big and it was rainbow colored.
                          
I took a seat which had a pink cushion on it. After a few minutes, I looked out of the window. The place outside looked very unfamiliar. So, I asked the driver the number of the bus. He said it was the B75. So I'm on the right bus that's good to know. Strange. I shrugged and took my seat. Thinking because apparently, that's all I've been doing these days.
                          
I heard classical music playing. The bus driver had switched the radio on. I could hear violins, cellos, double bases and violas. My eyes started to close. When I opened them and looked out of the window, I could see the campus. I made it!
                          
I ran out the bus to catch the loop bus since the city bus that goes around campus doesn't work. I caught the bus and took a seat. It was mostly empty not everyone takes a Sunday class, or Sunday tutoring at this point. I also have with me the fresh brownies I baked that we could eat at the tutoring session. Trying to make it fair so he doesn't think I'm after him for food or anything.
                          
"Hey, I just got on campus." I texted him
                          
I walked around watching the birds chirp softly. The grass was a greenish yellow color. The weather was brisk, there was a cool breeze. It was a good thing that I wore a hoodie because I get cold very fast.
                          
"Perfect, I'm a few minutes away. Do you remember where we met last time?" He texted
                          
I stopped for a second, I think I remember. In his office, I believe. In 1S if I'm not mistaken.
                          
"Yes, I remember," I replied back
                          
"Good, meet me there." He wrote back
                          
"Okay," I answered
                          
I walked through the quiet campus, I love the campus on a weekend. It's so peaceful and quiet.
                          
I went into the building and sat down quietly on the love seats that were outside the room. I made sure the brownies were ruined, I only made a tray full. My mom insisted that I should make him something for helping me. She did tell me that the only way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
                          
He walked in, I pretended to be reading A walk to remember by Nicholas Sparks. That I've read for about the millionth time. I cry every-time.
                          
All of a sudden, I saw him. Golden skin, thick defined eyebrows, dark eyes, and strong cheekbones. Modelesque, but in a timeless manner. His beauty could take my breath away. I would die if he would just glance in my direction...just one look.
                          
"Good morning Bella." He said smiling me
                          
I looked at him and smiled widely, "Good morning." I said smiling, I looked down at my bag and slowly got up. He took the tray from my hand