Because of Oliver

Because of Oliver 3-All you need is love

The phone chimed as I made my way upstairs and out of the sight of my Aunt and Mother. My Mum's making me work an extra shift tomorrow and Im not even getting paid, sometimes I think life would be so much easier if I didn't live with Mum. I ran to the top of the stairs and picked up the telephone to hear my Dad's voice. ''Hello?''Dad grumbled down the phone.

''Hey Daddy.'' I sighed, a bit pissed that he hasn't rung me all week.

''Princess, how are you? Is your Mum giving you ahard time with the catering work?'' He asked me suddenly.

''Im alright,Auntie Irene's worse.'' I admitted, making him chuckle lightly. ''Why are you calling?'' I questioned, he usually only calls when he gets ito a fight with hisgirlfriend and wants someone to complain to, Ihope this isn't one of those moments because im not in the mood for someone to tell me how much is going wrong in their life when mine sucks more than finding outthat it's your parents thatput money uner your pillow when you lose a tooth.

''Can't I call to talk to my little girl?'' He asked in a childish tone.

''Dad, im not little anymore andcut the shit,

what do you want?'' I argued. He sighed deeply, a sense of frustration rushing through me.

''Listen, can you meet me somewhere?'' He pleaded.

''What's the point? You never show up anyway.'' I stated a fact.

''Becca, I promise you I will. Just meet me at wed-millstrain station tomorrow morningatten.'' He begged. I bit my lip and thought about it for a few seconds. What if he actually did show up? What if he actually did want to see me? ''Ok, but if your over afive minutes late I don't want to talk to you again.'' I told him strictly.

''Alright princess, I won't let you down.'' He promised, a smile in his voice.

''Oh and Dad..'' I began before he made a 'hmm'noise to me, signalling me to go on. ''Don't callme princess.'' I ordered before hanging up feeling proud. And I actually believed him, I built up all my hopes for him to come but somewhere inside I knew I'd be let down. Again.

I walked to my bedroom and pickedupmy ipod, attaching itto my earphones and plugging them in, it seems when you listento music, all your worries fade.I listened to The Beatles-all you need is love, and thoughtabout how allsong over exaggerate the meaning 'love' if all you really needed was love then whydo we have war? Why dopeople die? And one other thing, why is thre such a thing called heartbreak? My phoe vibrated in the corner of my pocket, zapping a shock up my leg. I pressed my hand to the bottom of mpocket and took out my black nokia. I wasn't really the typeto buy new thingsfor no point what so ever. I scrolled down to the new message I got and saw Trent's name pastedat the side of it.

'Becca, we need to talk, meet me.' It simply said. I lost all hope of what Oliver said at the funeral then and pushed myself up from my bed.

Love revloves around one chance, one expierience and one person.

Oh shut up. I argued with the voice in my head, it repeated Oliver's words as I ran down the stairs, rushing through the door to see my Mum talking to our neighbour Mr Heaton, his wife just divorced him so he's going through a pretty rough time. Well that's what I heard my Mother telling her friend Bianca on the phone last week. Mum's always ben friends with Mr and Mrs Heaton, well I guess the lady's not called that anymore since they're divorced but my point is that Mum's suddenly gone onto Mr Heaton's side, she hasn't spoke to Mrs Heaton since the divorce but Mr Heaton's round here all the time. Is it weird I don't even know his real name?

Note to self- Find out Mr Heaton's first name. I wondered what Oliver's second name is then, my mind full of ideas, maybe his second name's 'twist.' I laughed out loud a my own joke lamely.

I sped past my Mum, afraid she was going to yell but she didn't even notice me. So caught up discussing catering with Mr Heaton, I bet he'll be the new co-owner after Irene.

I jabbed somme letters into my phone and sent it to Trent, telling him im on my way to the coffee shop. I felt like closing my eyes whilst I met Trent, I knew if I looked at him it would bring back so many memories, bad ones. But Oliver has Ellie, mybe that's why im meeting Trent, not because of lust, love or even jealousy just the fact that Oliver believes in love and probably everyone else does, maybe im just trying to convince myself that it actually exists somewhere in the world. Then again, maybe meeting up with the boy that owns the word -man whore- isn't the best way to resolve my beliefs.

I suppose all things happen for a reason.

I rolled my eyes when the voice triggered in my head again, why is forgetting his words so hard to do? If anyone else said it, I probably wouldn't have listened, but Oliver seemed to lead my ears to listen, it takes a lot for me to understand someone but understanding Oliver was easier than learning how to make toast.

I tucked my phone back into my pocket when I approached the coffee shop, my hands slightly cold from the swift breeze.I swept through the glass shutters, and then I saw him. His eye catching golden hair, lightning hazel eyes and flawless looking skin. His red lips made my insides melt then I noticed something, or should I say someone. Trent was sat at the counter, holding hands with a woman inabouther mid thirty's. My eyebrows joined in confusion, as I slowly walked over to Trent I didn't expect the greeting I got from him.

''Rebecca!'' He shouted in what sounded likedelight, he immediately got up from the chair he was in and came over to me, welcoming me with a bear hug. I missed the touch of him, his hugs made me feel warmer.

The woman he was sat next to, slipped from her chair and stood upstraight, she was so much taller than me, more curves,exquisitefair hair and dazzlingocean eyes.

''Hello, it's lovely to meet you.'' She said politely as Trent let go of me and walked over toher side, gripping her hand.

''Rebecca, I'd like you to meet my fiance Tracy.'' Trent told me shockingly. My eyes widened accidentally, mouth opening slightly. I managed t control myself and smile. ''That's... nice.'' I finally spoke.

Trent laughed, a crooked smile forming on his cherry lips. ''Tracy was my piano tutor a few years ago and we just kept contact, I wanted you to be the first one to know and I'd like to thank you.'' Trent stated. I nodded confused at his words.

''If you'd have taken me back any of the times I asked you out then I would have never started anything up with Tracy, so thankyou Rebecca.'' He revealed.

''Oh, your welcome?'' I spoke, totally bewildered. I don't know what I did but apparently it made him happy.

''Would you like me to buy you a coffee?'' Tracy suggested sweetly to me. I half nodded and took my time to walk over to the counter.

As I was sat next to Tracy, sipping my coffee and listening to her life story I couldn't help but drift off into a world of my own, just thinking about Oliver... I really need to know his second name for now I'll just call him Oliver-Olly. Yes that works. He was right,the past really does change everything. If Trent hadn't had cheated on me and I hadn't have ignored every call he gave me then I wouldn't have met Tracy, I would probably still be with Trent and Oliver's words wouldn't have meant anything to me.

But that's not the case.