Jaw dropper

Chapter 20: We love the Kolton twins

Olivias POV:

The whole next week was full of numerous tests, and countless therapy sessions, trying to fix the slur that had randomly happened. I know, I know, I should be thankful I'm not as hurt as I could've been.But this really sucks, like a lot.

    "I brought you the rest of your make up homework." Jason says, pulling open the door that lead into my room. "How do you feel?" He asked.

      Jason and I have been spending a lot of time together lately, well since neither of us can play any type of sport for a long while, he has been keeping me company while everyone else was gone. He is being really understanding, and he doesn't complain about all of my complaining, because he knows how it feels.

      I try to read, but all of the words blend together. Everything seems to be ten times harder, and even trying to process my words right has turned out to be difficult. "I feel like I am going to pull out every single hair on my head out of pure frustration."

    "I know its hard, Oli." Jason tells me, coming to sit on the edge of my bed. "You don't know how hard it was to try and remember who you were right after my accident. I recognized you but my brain was blocking out all of the possible options of who you could be. It was so frustrating."

   I nodded, taking my brothers hand in mine. "This whole year has been terrible. I hate how much you have been through, J. You didn't deserve to be in an accident, you didn't deserve to lose mom like that. None of us did. And now you don't d-deserve a twin w-who can't even talk right."

    I sniffed, as my words blended together and I stuttered. Jason pulled me into his side, and we stayed like that for a long time. That's just what I needed, a shoulder to cry on.

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"You're coming home tonight?" Cole asked through the phone. I picked up my bag of clothes, shoving my charger into the bottom.

    I chuckled. "You miss me?"

"Yeah," he said with no hesitation. I smiled to myself, sitting down on my hospital bed, waiting for my dad to come back and get me. "You know I'll be waiting on your front porch when you get here."

   I laughed, "You don't have to-"

  "See you soon!" He hollered, interrupting me and hanging up. I shook my head, smiling.

      Why do I like him?

  Cole wasn't lying when he said he was going to be on our front porch when we got there. My dad gave me a weird look as I stepped out of the truck, grabbing my bag and going to see Cole. "You are crazy." I told him.

   "Crazy for you." He said, winking. As he pulled me into a hug, I tried to hide my blush. Of course I knew he was kidding. Doesn't mean I can't hope he wasn't.

Ever since we kissed, we had been closer. Although, we hadn't discussed anything about our friendship turning into a relationship.

Mason came to visit me in the hospital, trying to explain himself. I let him, I had nothing better to do.

Mason walked into the room, his jaw dropping when his eyes landed on my head. "What are y-you d-doing here?" I struggled.

He stood at the end of my bed, fiddling with his fingers. "I just want you to know that I did love you."

I nodded. "Okay."

Mason looked back up at me, confused. "Okay? That's it?"

I shrugged, "you were my best friend and you're happy now, so why would I want to say something that could potentially ruin that for you?"

I was shocked that my words came out that clearly, but I wasn't going to fight it. Mason's eyes softened and he made his way to the head of my bed.

      "I'm sorry, Olivia. After all you've done for me, this is how I repay you. I love you- I do. But once Alice came back, I realized the love I have for you is like the love you have for Jason. You are my best friend, and I wish I knew how it could stay that way, but I just wanted to say thank you."

    And then he left.

 "We've spent the past 3 hours watching Friends." Cole told me as I turned to face him. "Let's get up and do something!"

   Yes, indeed, Cole and I had laid in my bed ever since we got in the door, only because I was too exhausted. Which doesn't really make sense, right? I've been in hospital room, most of the time by myself or with my brother, you'd think I had gotten tons of sleep right?

     My head pounded constantly, and the doctor said that was to be expected. Throughout the past week, I've been showing more and more signs of my head condition being permanent, but everyone has been praying that its not. Its quite upsetting to think that I might not ever get to play the sport I love, that I might be on the bleachers for the rest of my life. 

     "Fine, do you want to do something?" I asked, stretching my sore limbs, smacking Cole in the face in the process. As I laughed and he rubbed his cheek, my brother came into the room smiling, although it wasn't a nice smile. Growing up with Jason, I knew when he was going to do something reckless. Instantly, I ducked down and covered my head, already knowing it would probably hurt. 

     I was proven wrong, when Jason lifted me up bridal style and carried me all of the way to the kitchen, where the whole baseball team was sitting, Coach included. "What is this?" I questioned.

     "We wanted to show you that, even if it does come down to the possibility that you can't be with us on the field anymore, you are always going to be apart of the team." My mouth dropped open, after I processed Aaron's words. Coach held up a cake that he was hiding behind his back, something that Mrs. Smith had probably prepared. 

     The cake was a cartoon girl, with a baseball uniform and a bat in her hand. The whole cake was white and had the seams of a baseball. With beautiful blue lettering, it said: "We love the Kolton Twins!"

    Other than getting hit in the head, the team had never really seen me cry before. Even when we were younger, I was always good at hiding my emotions when they were around. Before I knew it, the lot of us were all crying, and hugging. I guess it didn't only effect me, when I realized my career might be over. 

    And throughout the next couple of hours, everyone sat around, eating, laughing, and reminiscing good times we all had on the field together. Coach reminded us about the time two boys on the opposing team thought it was hilarious that I was a girl playing on a baseball team with boys, yet we still whooped their asses. 

    I remembered when Mason and I ran around chasing a butterfly, after practice had ended, wanting so badly to start a collection. It sucked to think about how close Mason and I were, and we just let it get away from us. The thought was interrupted when everyone started picking up the living room, moving furniture only to play Just Dance. 

     I looked around the room. Cole to my left, arm around my shoulders as he bobbed his head up and down to the beat of the music, mouthing the words as well. Aaron was by himself, rocking out to Lady Gaga, while everyone else sat around, cheering him on to beat the high score. 

    And at that moment I knew; even if I couldn't ever play baseball again, I knew we all would be just fine.

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I'm sorry! It's been a long time since I've updated, but I had to delete some stupid stuff, and then edit, and then all of this dumb shit. Butttt here you go! 

    We still have a little while before the end comes, but let me know what you think! Maybe Olivia will never be able to play again, maybe she will. 

   Who is the girl that hit her in the head?

   MASON APOLOGIZED! WOOT WOOT

  Should she try to rekindle her friendship with her two old best friends?