Am I Dreaming?

Shakespeare

I awake to beeping.
Oh. It was only the dream again. Although, I don't remember waking up in so much pain last time...
I'm suddenly aware of something pressed up against my shoulder and I feel like there's something propped up against my feet. I open my eyes and look around. The beeping is coming from a heart monitor... I'm in a hospital... it wasn't a dream.
     I rip the tubes out of my nose and the cords from my chest. I hadn't noticed who was beside me until he jumped at my movement. He threw his arms around me, fighting his tears.
"You're awake!" He breaths into my ear. "I thought you'd never wake up."
Oliver pulls away and starts talking, somewhat hysterical, face red, tears slowly pushing themselves from the corners of his eyes.
"The playoff game... the girl... you're ok..." he pauses. "How much do you remember?"
"Umm..." my voice wavers. "I was running and I had a basketball and then I was on the ground.... Loud voices and my name and a buzzer." My voice trails off, I look up. "Did I get the basket? Did we win?!"
"Yes. It was amazing!" He answers. Then he blushes. "You were amazing."
I remembered something else, too. I furrow my eyebrows, thinking.
     "You helped me." I said. "You picked me up and took me here?" He nods.
"Thank you." I mumble, embarrassed. "Why are you here though? What about school?"
     Oliver blushed again. "I've been coming here everyday after school because I missed our routines." He gestures to the textbook sitting against our feet and then to a table with a basketball and his lucky jersey. He holds up the piece of paper that was in his hands and I realize that it's the play script.
     "I missed studying, going over lines, and playing basketball with you." He glances at the script, looks up at me with a serious expression and says, "When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew."
     Is he using a line from the play to say he loves me? Does he mean it? Does Oliver love me?!
     My heart is beating fast enough that I can feel it in my toes. Oliver leans into me and I close my eyes as I feel his lips press up against mine. His left hand tangles up in my hair just as his right hand finds the small of my back and pulls me even closer to him. I put my hands on the back of his neck and slowly move one up into his hair. I kiss him back, noticing how soft his lips are, how smooth his hair is, and how warm his chest is as he holds me tight.
     That was defiantly not part of the school play. We are supposed to hug on stage, not kiss. We're surely not just running lines now... does this mean he loves me?
     I think I love him.

     Oliver kissed Lauren! Lauren's in love with Oliver?! Is this going to work out? Will they be happy? Are they together, even? Find out in the next chapter, posted tomorrow!
     P.S. I apologize for how short this chapter is. I assure you I am not out of ideas!
     P.P.S. The line Oliver says from the "school play" is Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.