It was a beautiful afternoon, the weather was warm but not humid and the sun wasn't blinding. Guest were in your orange convertible bug. The top was down and Guest were sitting on the back of your seat. Neville was driving, cruising slowly along the countryside. He was wearing a cute floral button up, jeans that cupped his ass just right and a cute yellow jacket. His lips were pulled up in a smile as he drove

Guest sat on the back of her chair, hands holding sturdy against the back of the bug. Guest's hair was flowing in the wind wonderfully. Not whipping through the wind so that hair gets in their face, but being graced by the wind going in the perfect direction.

The radio was turned up, playing one of the top hits- 'Who's crying now?' by Journey, and the two had their boombox along with the picnic equipment. The CD was filled with Michael Jackson, the Beatles, Fiona Apple, and many many more.

The fields around were amazing, covered in many different flowers, but mainly Marigolds. Now Guest knew why Neville wanted to go here. Marigolds are Guest favorite.

Neville pulled off into a little dirt road and eventually parked, leaving the two galivanting into the field to set up the picnic.