Remembering You [Folive]

4| broken phone

FOUR

     Now that everything was moved into the apartment, it felt like an apartment. The living room finally had that couch Fletcher imagined cuddling Olive with on which would no longer happen. His bedroom was set up with his bed, dresser and clothes. Olive's room finally had a bed frame for her mattress and Fletcher had the liberty of putting up the posters of her favorite scientists and her piles of books, even though they meant nothing to her now. The dresser that had been in their before and that had caused the "accident" was moved to a corner where Olive would least likely hit her head again.

Things were into place. Well, just man-made things. Olive not knowing her caretaker is actually her boyfriend wasn't into place. Fletcher trying to figure how to cope with that wasn't into place. The apartment was ready, but they weren't ready for the apartment. Fletcher's other half didn't even know it existed after she hit her head.

The day he put the last piece of dish ware in the cupboard, he forgot about the private drawing lessons he had with a little boy at his home. Fletcher whipped his arm to check his watch, finding out he was ten minutes late. He slammed the cupboard door shut, forgetting about Olive who was in her room reading then swipe his keys off the kitchen's island countertop. He flew to the door, not even touching doorknob before he realized he probably should tell Olive where he was going.

Knocking on the door softly, Fletcher waited for her to open the door. When she didn't, he opened it himself because he knew for an absolute fact she was reading because he checked on her three minutes ago.

"Olive, sorry to bother you but I'm late for my job and I just wanted to tell you I'm stepping out. Probably will be up to an hour and a half," Fletcher told her.

Olive held the page of her book she was about to flip. Fletcher noticed it was one of the books she had read over ten times. Clearly, she didn't remember that and she was now reading it for the first time.

"I'll call Chyna to come over," Fletcher said.

"No you don't have to. I can take care of myself," Olive pleaded.

Fletcher hated the idea of leaving her alone, but it'd been a good amount of time since she fainted and she'd be fighting him about it till no end. He decided she was capable of staying home alone. It'd just be an hour and a half anyway.

After Fletcher left, Olive closed her book to scroll through her phone. She wanted to check for some clues as to who she was, but the screen froze then turned black. After many attempts trying to get the phone to work, Olive thought to take it to a cellphone repair store. She remembered passing by one on the way to the apartment and it didn't seem far. Olive found her way out of the apartment and started on her way to the cellphone repair store in town. After passing by antique shops, restaurants and clothing stores, she found the place called "Angus's electronic repairs."

"Hi can you fix my phone?" Olive said to a curly haired guy sitting at a desk with tools and cellphones scattered around. He wore a magna-fine glass on one eye while using a screw driver to open the back of a phone.

"Hold on, I'm in the middle of a client's—" the guy pulled his magna-fine off his eye, dropping it on the table.

"Olive!" he said with rosy cheeks and a wide smile.

"How do you know my name?"

"Sorry I just-you look like an Olive."

"Okay...so you must be Angus then," she said.

His eye shot open.

"Because if the store name," Olive clarified.

"Oh right," said Angus. "Yup that's me. How may I help you?"

Olive showed him the phone, demonstrating that it wouldn't turn on. "You see? I press the power button and nothing happens."

Angus took the phone from her and inspected it. "Is it charged?"

"I'm pretty sure," Olive answered.

He fumbled with the buttons and checked the charging port. "Looks like the buttons work, but I'll have to open it up. It might take over night or longer. You know since I have a ton of clients."

Olive fished through her pockets for some money. "Okay, how much do owe you?"

"Nothing for a friend," Angus said. "I mean, no cost."

"Good, cause I don't have any money on me."

He chuckled. "Have a nice day."

"You too."

Olive headed back to the apartment, with a permanent smile and practically skipping down the sidewalk.

When Fletcher got home from work, the apartment door was wide open. He stepped inside cautiously in case of an intruder.

"Olive?" he called, checking her room. He scratched his head because nothing in the apartment was messed up or missing.

"Olive where are—gah!" he screamed when she popped up at the front door. He clutched his chest, panting. Olive stood there blinking.

"Hello Mr. Quimby," she said.

"Fletcher. Just call me Fletcher," he told her. "Where did you go?"

"My phone broke so I want to that cellphone repair shot in town. The one ran by a guy named Angus."

Fletcher straightened his body, running his hand through his mess of curls that is hair. "You met Angus?"

"You know him?"

"Yeah I went to school with him."

Olive gasped. "Really? No way? What is he like? Cause he seems so cool."

"What is he like? Olive you think he's annoying—I mean, if you really care to know..."

"I do and maybe could you tell me about your friend Chyna? I like her. She seems so sweet."

"I'd be glad too."