Delirium

11

Oliver smiled sweetly "You can trust me."
"I...think of you, and what I like about you. I dream of you and I can't get you out of my mind. I keep thinking about the kiss and how much I liked it."
Oliver stood up and stepped back, his eyes wide with fear "I knew it! You have Deliria! Help! She's sick!"
"What, no Oliver!" I stood up, my hear racing, fear over powering me
"Stay away from me!" he hissed
"Oliver!"
"You disgusting-"
"Stop, please!" I cried out feeling myself break down. This was a terrible mistake.

"Wake up! It's just a dream!" Nat's voice pulled me out of the dream
I sat up, eyes shot open, breathing heavily.
"W-ww-what." I panted out
"You were crying, and yelling in your sleep...are you alright?"
I nodded "Just a nightmare..."
"I have to go to music class, Oliver is down stairs."
I stood up hurriedly "Where is everyone else?"
"Mom is at the market place with Reyna."
She didn't need to tell me that her father was working, everyone in the house had his schedule memorized.
"Alright, you can go to your music classes if you want."
"Ok, I'll tell Oliver you're up."
"Thanks."
I walked over to the sink in my bathroom and splashed water on my face. The cold water woke my senses, making me feel very awake and aware. I was wearing my pj's but it didn't seem to matter all that much, after all Oliver had seen me looking much worse.
"Oliver?" I called out nervously, trying to push back the terrible nightmare. I took a deep breathe witch each step I took down the stairs.
Keep calm. Keep calm. I am not in love. I am not sick.
"Yeah, I'm here." he answered, quickly standing up from his seat in the kitchen.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked trying not to look at him.
"Ugh yeah. Sure, some tea would be great."
I nodded and quickly began to make the tea. In this case, like in many others I was thankful for my Uncle's profession. He was a doctor, and good one at that. Thanks to his good paying job, we (unlike many many families) have working electricity at all time. I turned on our coffee/tea maker and brought two mugs.
"You seem nervous, are you alright?" he asked.
I avoided his eyes. "No."
"Are you scared of me?" he asked, his voice slightly cracking.
"What? No-"
Beep.
I turned around, the tea was ready. I placed the mug in its place and filled it up. I handed it to him, feeling my stomach harden when our fingers touched. I then filed my mug and took a sip, not knowing what to tell him.
"Do you hate me?" he asked, pushing away his tea.
His question took me by surprise. Hate. I knew the feeling, although I would never admit it. 'Hate is passionate, it's too close to love.' my aunt would say.
"Of course not." I mumbled "Why would I?"
"Because you will hate me, I just know you will."
"Oliver, I don't hate you...why are you acting like this?"
"I'm not who you think I am."
I sat down next to him. "Oliver, I feel like I know you more than I know myself."
"I'm a liar." he hid his fave in his hand.
I felt my heart ache, I had never seen him like this. I had never seen anyone like this.
I pulled his hands to mine. "Oliver?"
"I'm not from here. My name is Oliver Walt not Oliver Chase. I lived in New York until I turned 6, when I ran away from home with my older sister. We went into the Wilds and joined groups of people. I joined the rebellion and was brought to California for my training. I am not cure, and frankly I think I'm in love with you."
My head was buzzing, my body felt numb. My heart was thumping louder and faster than ever. No. This couldn't be true. I refused to believe this was true.
"No. You are Oliver Chase. You are going to be a doctor. You are taking care of me ever since I broke my leg. You are engaged with the Mayor's daughter. You are not and Invalid. You can't be."