*********Liar's Love*********
Okay, so I've done more this time. Greats comments. :D
Ohh, the last chapter, Olivia is 13, and Zane is also 13. Just a flash back. Haha, I kinda thought about it a little to late ehh. Okay, Okay back to the story.
Chapter Two: Boxes (3 years later)
"Mom! I'm going to Brett's to eat! I might come back late. Bye! Love you!" I quickly said, rushing down the wooden stairs, with my heavy black purse. When I reached the bottom, I slipped on my pink flip-flops and sprinted to the fridge to grab a nice, cold bottled water. In a flash I grabbed my BMW car keys and headed towards the door.
"Ollie, I don't like you seeing that boy, but if you must, and think you're happy with him. Go then." WAH! She almost scarred me half to death. She came out of nowhere. I turned around to see her leaning against the wall. A shy smirk was plastered on her pale, weak face. Poor mother, staying up late 'arguing' with father. Which of course I didn't have to listen to, thanks to iPods. Though you can tell when they 'argued', because father would usually be here, making pancakes, and as for mother, she'd be singing up a storm, next to father, on a Saturday morning. So much for that.
"I'm sorry mom, and yes, he makes me super duper happy. Can I leave now mother?" I waited for a nod and kissed her delicate cheek. Soon I was on the rode to Bretts'.
I climbed out of my car, and skipped to my baby's front house door.
Ding-Dong.
Finally someone opened up, and I stood there looking at Brett's gorgeous face. His rich brown short hair, and big brown eyes. I could just melt in them.
"Hey Olly Olly." His voice traveled through my ears like sweet, pure musical melody. His arm reached and snaked around my waist, giving me no chance in greeting him. We had eye contact for a few seconds, until his eyes wondered to my lips. I stood on my toes to reach his plump lips, and our lips met with no hesitation. I couldn't describe the feeling I was having now, it felt wonderful, irresistible, hot! We gave each other an entrance, and was soon followed by passionate moaning and hot liquids.
"Ewwww, no tongue wrestling here!" a cute, sweet little voice came out from behind Brett. We broke apart and gave little Jenna a smile. His adorable little sister took my hand and led me to the kitchen.
"Pweety please, Olive Tree, play tea party with me," she begged and gave that cute puppy dogface I couldn't resists. Brett followed us, and soon we were all sitting in pink, tiny plastic chairs, sipping from plastic teacups. I was enjoying this, every precious moment with Jenna. I was like an older sister to her, even thought I met her like 2 months ago. She had the most beautiful brown curly hair, light blue eyes, and a 6-year-old body, which she was.
"Olive tree, did Brett tell you the secret?" Jenna spoke softly, then looked to her brother, who was shushing her with his finger. Secret? What secret? Jenna notice my confusion and took that as a no, smart girl. The only question was, 'Do I want to know the secret'?
After sitting endlessly in tiny chairs, speaking with British accents, Brett finally convinced Jenna to let me go. He carried her off to her room. I took my place in the couch, setting my bag beside me, waiting patiently for Brett. I looked down at myself. I guess I had a pretty, hourglass figure, and a huggable body. Maybe a reason why I had so many boyfriends in the past, although I always found flaws in them. Do I have any? I patted my bare legs, then tucked in the pockets of my mini jean shorts. Un wrinkled my baby pink tank top and ran my finger down my brownish reddish hair. I let out a big sigh and closed my eyes gently, what to do? Warm hands covered my eyes and delicately kissed my cheek. Brett took a seat beside me, and grabbed a hold of my hand, our fingers intertwined. Magical, I tell ya. Magical.. Magic.. secrets... Oh, right Jenna's secret.
"Hey Brett, what did Jenna mean about 'secret'?" I asked air-quoting secrets.
"Olly, do you umm, see those boxes around the house?" I never really notice them when I came in, but those boxes were everywhere. I turned back to his face, whoa, since when does Brett ever looked so worried. I nodded to answer his question, gulping down a huge knot.
"Well, my father, he is um, well he got transferred. We are.... moving. To Canada." WHAT! Tears started forming along my eyes, his face was becoming blurry. Wh-what, wh-why. I wanted to say something, so I wouldn't look like a crying fool, but I couldn't. His hands cupped my face, which made me shiver and soon we were making out, but how could we kiss when he is moving! I broke apart from him, finally getting enough nerves to ask him.
"How come you didn't tell me earlier"
"Because, my father said to tell you till the last day." He pleaded. I understood him, family comes first right.
"Bu-but, whoa, you moving the day after TOMORROW!" Understanding what 'til the last day' meant. UGH! Tears were pouring out now. Brett wiped some tears but not the ones in my heart. He gave me a hug, then cupped my face again.
"Baby, I will always love you no matter what. I will come visit you, but as a friend." He choked on the last word as if he regretted everything he just said. FRIEND! What kind of way of breaking up is this! I quickly wiped my tears for myself, ran to Jenna's room, said goodbye then loudly yelled to Brett, "SOME FLAW YOU ARE!" then climbed into my car. Sobbing for a good 5 minutes before I finally drove home.
I angrily stomped into my room, slammed the door behind me and faced mirror. Mascara was dripping black along my cheeks. What a beautiful sight. (Sarcasm) My hazel eyes looked bloodshot, as if someone stabbed me, came back to life and wanted revenge. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.
Brett was amazing, sweet, loyal, trust worthy. Wait, am I describing a dog?!? Hmm, maybe I should get one instead. I quickly took a hot shower, trying to wash away anger that I felt. I swear we had something special. Guess Not. The hot water knob squealed as I turned it side ways to turn it off. I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my body, dripping along the way to get to my room.
I picked out my favorite pair of cotton pj's, grabbed clean panty, and brushed my wet hair. My feet stumbled as I tried to reach my bed, and when I finally did, I let out a quick sigh. My eyes were beginning to feel heavy. Suddenly my lights turned off, and a black shadow came closer to where I was lying. "Honey, you forgot to say I'm home," oh it was just my mother. "Sorry, er um again. I'm home?" Could she tell I was trying to hide something? Duhh, she's too good. She'll probably ask me what happened with Brett today. Ugh.
"Okay dear, G'night" she kissed my forehead and left the room. Hmm, she didn't ask, well either way I'll answer her question.
Today, Saturday, I got my a** dumped by some boxes. FML.
*So how was that? I know I still have a long way to go, but I'll get there, somehow. Did you guys like it. Ohh and next chapter will be a flashhhyyy backkkyy. {: Peace and Chocolate.
