My Name Is... Olivia

Chapter 3

“Olivia!” Brad yelled grasping me into his chest. He already reeks of alcohol.

            “Brad, how are you already drunk?” I questioned.

            Andrew came up behind Brad and I and said, “He got a head start.” Of course. 

            Brad released me from his hold but draped his arm over my shoulder and guided me closer into his house, leaving Dougie and Adam behind us. For living alone, Brad had a pretty nice place. As far as I know, he has three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a giant backyard, an amazing game room with a fridge full of beer just in case he has a party like... this.

            A party that is basically packed up with people; some that I’ve never seen before. We passed the Bruins players and stopped in the kitchen, where Nathan, Tuukka were standing while Tyler was sitting on the countertop. I leaned against the counter next to Tuukka and far away from Tyler. Although I got a new boyfriend and it has been a whole year and some since Tyler admitted he liked me, he still hasn’t given up his love for me. Sometimes it didn’t bother me, other times though…

            Brad opened the door to his fridge and grabbed three beers. One for me and two for him. I really don’t know why I needed that intervention last year; we need to have an intervention for Brad this year. I swear he has a drinking problem. He threw the beer at me and I caught it with ease. My fingers inched their way towards the lid until Tuukka grabbed the can and passed it to Nathan. He set it next to him on the counter top.

            “I kind of wanted to drink that,” I said.

            “You’re underage,” Tuukka said.

            “So is Tyler, yet he still gets to drink like there’s no tomorrow.”

            “I say let her have it,” Tyler spoke up. Nathan, Tuukka, and I all looked over at him. “She’s been through a lot in the last while. With Dougie coming to Boston today, having to deal with the fact that Claude may find about her relationship with Adam. Give her the drink, or I’ll get her one myself.”

            Nathan handed me the drink. This was something new, Tyler actually doing something good for me without flirting in the process. “Tyler.” He looked up at me, I pointed to the backyard door. “I need to have a word with you.” He hopped off the counter and followed me. I opened the door with the cold beer in my hand.

            We stepped outside of the door, I closed it behind Tyler. I turned to him and grabbed onto his face with my hands as I looked deeply into his eyes. “Are you sober, Tyler?”

            “Are you sane, Olivia?”

            I took my hands off his face and took a step back from him. “So you were truly defending me… in a friendly manner, correct?”

            “Well,” he began, “During the lockout, I’ve thought about basically everything. Especially about how I think about you; and I’ve realized, that I only like you because… well, because you were hot and you knew hockey. Two things that I love.”

            “But you knew from the beginning that this, whatever we have, was never going to work out,” I said.

            Tyler shrugged his shoulders. “Things are always possible if you put your mind to it.”

            I set my hand on his chest. “Tyler, sometimes you don’t always get what you want.” I patted his chest before I went back inside the house.

            I went back to standing beside Tuukka but noticed that Dougie joined in on the fun. I still had no idea where Adam was but shockingly, I didn’t really care. Dougie was here and that was all I really cared about. I opened the cap to the bottle and took a sip from it. While the music was blaring from the living room, Nathan, Tuukka, Dougie, Tyler, Andrew, Rich, and I talked about embarrassing stories. Of course, no one actually acknowledged me.

            Not until Rich wondered where Adam was then the conversation turned to me about my relationship with Adam. All in all, it was awkward. I tried my hardest not to talk too much about him… you know, to spare Dougie’s frail feelings. But once I got over dodging all the bullets, I already had my fourth beer in my hand and somehow Dougie pulled me up to one of the guest rooms… to talk, just talk.

            Dougie paced around the room with his possibly sixth beer in his hand while I sat on the bed. “So… you and Adam McQuaid. How did that happen?” Dougie inquired.

            I shrugged my shoulders; I was still trying to figure out the answer myself. “I guess… it just sort of happened.”

            In that moment, Dougie’s eyes looked straight into mine. “Olivia?”

            “Yes?”

            “Do you still love me?” he questioned.

            I stood up from the bed and looked at him. “It depends if you still love me,” I admitted.

            Dougie took a step towards me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’ve never stopped.”

            “I haven’t either.”

            Without thinking, I brought my lips up to his and I felt the shock I first felt when we kissed for the first time… right here, in Boston. Dougie lifted me up from the waist; he wasn’t going to stop kissing me anytime soon, not even if Adam were to step into the room right now. He missed the touch of my lips like I have with his.

            “Dougie,” I said breathlessly.

            “Yes?”

            I looked straight into his yes. “Take me.”

            With that, we spent the rest of the night in that bed, making love without my boyfriend downstairs knowing at all. Of course, in the morning, we were all going to have to answer where we were and what we were doing. But that didn’t matter maybe because I was drunk and I didn’t know right from wrong or left from right. Or maybe it was because I truly didn’t care what happened with me as long as Dougie was with me.

            Dougie was with me.