Identical

Chapter 8

Olive

***

Well, yesterday was a bust. After everyone visited Owen, Ethan and his brother left. Owen has met Ethan before, but not as my boyfriend, so it was awkward, at least for me. Ethan's brother, Andy, stayed and talked to Owen for about an hour and said that he would go back today. Also, Ethan's coming over today and I could tell that mom was leary to still let him come over because her and dad were going to be at the hospital and Brayden had some film club meeting all day so we were going to be alone.

"Don't worry mom. I'm responsible. Nothing's going to happen," I said, trying to be reassuring, probably more for me than her.

"Olive, I trust you. It's Ethan I'm not so sure about," she admitted.

"Emma, it'll be fine. Our girl is smart. She's not going to let some boy push her around," dad said backing me up.

"Oh, alright," she said conceding, "but you have to promise me that you're not gonna leave and be careful, and NO kissing!"

After that, they were out the door on the way to the hospital. A few minutes later, Ethan showed up. He had flowers! What? Why did he bring these? I thought to myself.

"Hey," he said, giving me a hug.

"Why do you have flowers?" I asked after he pulled away.

"Well, I, um," he was nervous. I could tell because he didn't know what to say, and he always knows what to say. "I, um, thought that they would, uh, cheer you up. I don't know, I jus-"

I cut him off with another hug. "Thanks," I said. I knew what he was trying to say.

"Ya, so here," he said handing them to me. 

"Just take a seat wherever," I called to him as I walked into the kitchen. I found our vase that we never used, filled it with water, and put the flowers in them. They were my favorite, daisies. I wonder how he knew? I don't remember telling him. I thought as I walked back out to the living room.

"So, how's my girl doing today?" he asked as I sat next to him on the couch.

"Better than yesterday," I admitted. I looked around for the remote, and when I found it I gave it to him. "Turn on whatever you want."

"Okay," he said flipping through channels. At some point through his search, he put his arm around me and I snuggled into his chest like last night. I hope I don't fall asleep again, I thought.

After awhile, he stopped on Pitch Perfect. Interesting, I thought. It was just starting so we didn't miss any of it.

"Why did you pick this movie?" I asked laughing. I mean, come on, he's a boy and a jock, why would he want to watch a movie about girls singing?

"What? Do you not like it?" he asked.

"No, I do. I just didn't expect you too," I admitted.

"Oh, I love this movie. The Treblemakers are the best," he said.

"No, the Bellas are," I retorted, looking up at him.

"Aca-scuse me?" he said, imitating Aubrey, the lead Bella.

"Aca-believe it," I said back, imitating Fat Amy.

He just laughed and I laughed with him. Pretty soon we both were just in a laughing fit. Then, he just stopped laughing and looked at me.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked brushing my cheeks to see if I could feel anything on them.

"No, you're just really beautiful," he answered, moving closer to me.

"No I'm not," I said back.

"Olive, it's a sin to lie," he said smirking, moving even closer. 

Soon, he was a few centimeters from my face. I didn't really know what to do. I haven't had my first kiss yet and I'm pretty sure that Ethan had. He had his eyes closed, so I leaned in closer and closed my eyes at the last second, and I swear, when our lips connected, it felt like sparks. The way that they moved together was amazing, almost like a rehearsed song. Mom's warning still rang in my head, 'Be careful and NO kissing,' but I didn't care. It just felt...... right.

After we broke the kiss, Ethan looked away embarrassed. I don't think that he was planning to do that. I know that I certainly wasn't. The movie was at the part that the Bellas perform after the Sockapellas, so we weren't that far in. 

I looked over at Ethan and he still looked embarrassed. I was thirsty so I got up to go to the kitchen.

"Do you want anything?" I asked him when I got up.

"Maybe some water," he said clearing his throat. He got up and walked with me.

I opened the cupboard full of glasses and grabbed two. I gave Ethan one and showed him where the ice was. While I was getting myself some soda, I felt dizzy. I put both hands on the counter to steady myself and it passed. That was weird, I thought while I opened the Shasta Rootbeer. As I was pouring it, I felt dizzy again. I also felt like I had to throw up, so I walked over to the sink and I did throw up.

"Oh my gosh Olive. Are you okay?" Ethan asked as he came over to me.

I tried to say yes, but I threw up again. Ethan was still behind me and he was rubbing my back and holding my hair for me. When I was finished throwing up, I ran the water to clean out my mouth and clean the sink. I tried to stand up straight again, but I felt dizzy again. Ethan had to catch me so I wouldn't fall.

"Okay. I'm gonna take you over to the couch," Ethan said as he basically dragged me over there.

"Thanks. I don't know what's wrong," I said to him when we got there.

"It's okay. Where's your phone?" he asked. 

"Up in my room," I answered, "why?"

"I'm gonna call your mom to tell her what happened," he said as he made his way over to the stairs.

He was about to walk up them, but stopped suddenly.

"Actually, I'll just use mine," he said sitting down next to me.

"Why, my room's at the top of the stairs?" I asked.

"I don't wanna leave you alone," he said pulling out his phone. "What's her number?"

"It's 812-103-4857," I said.

He dialed the number and when she answered, he explained what happened.

"- I just thought that I would let you know," he said. He paused, probably because mom was talking. "Ya, I'll stay with her until you can get here. No problem. Bye," he said then he hung up. "Your mom said that she would be here in about an hour and that your brother was released from the hospital."

"Okay," I said. I had to go to the bathroom so I tried to stand up, but collapsed on the rug.

"Olive!" was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.