Remembering You [Folive]

9| moving out

NINE

Ever since Fletcher had exposed to Olive that his story was in fact a true story and that he was Flynn, he hoped she'd put things together and realize she was Liv. He literally only cut "o" and "e" out of her name; it seemed obvious to him. Olive was acting different around him though. Every time they were on the same room or made eye contact, she'd stare at him for a long time—like she was studying Fletcher.

One evening, when he was preparing dinner, Olive was watching him at the island counter. As he was cutting cucumbers for gyros, Fletcher noticed her eyes followed his every move. He did not say anything at first, until it got uncomfortable. Of course she stared at him before Olive got amnesia, but it was in loving way—a gaze. Now it was like he had something was on his face or he looked funny.

"Is my hair messed up or something?" Fletcher asked, touching his hair.

Olive' squinted her eyes. "No, you just remind me of someone..."

Fletcher dropped the knife on the cutting board mid chop. His breath got caught in his throat and his heart raced in excitement. He was waiting for this moment since the day he found out she had amnesia. All the nights of telling her the story and factoids, worked. He couldn't wait to grab her and kiss her soft lips.

"I do?" said Fletcher, smiling.

Olive nodded. "Yeah, I just can't quite figure out who, but you seem familiar."

Fletcher began to chop the cucumber again. "Oh yeah? Is it someone from your school, or maybe your childhood?"

Olive took a long time to answer, she drummed her fingers on the counter looking away from Fletcher. His hope for her to remember him was hanging by a loose thread that was ready to snap.

"Nah, it must be because you're an artist and I must have seen your picture somewhere," Olive concluded, popping one of the sliced cucumbers in her mouth.

Fletcher's heart sunk. He stopped chopping to stare at Olive hopping that if they made eye contact for awhile she'd magically remember him. But it never came to her.

"So, let's talk about the fact that your story is actually an autobiography," Olive brought up with a grin.

Fletcher stopped looking at her as he scooped up the cucumber slices and put them in a bowl. "It's no big deal," he said.

"No big deal?" gasped Olive. "Your Story is so interesting, it could be a tv show."

Fletcher laughed. "And who would play me?"

Olive thought for a moment. "I don't know, you?"

Fletcher smiled. "Would you be my Liv?"

Olive pointed to her herself. "Me? Why me?"

"You just remind of of her," he said, walking around the island.

"Really? I do?"

Fletcher sat on the stool beside her. "Yeah, it's the blue eyes and blonde hair."

Olive pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smile. "So where is this girl? Don't you two have a happy ending?" she asked.