Velocity-> Jack Gilinsky

Chapter 21

SONG: Birdy- Maybe

One Week Later

*Olivia's Pov*

"Stop! I swear you're not funny at all..." I was tip toeing down the hall of the upstairs floor in my house, knowing Tommy was lurking around somewhere, getting ready to jump out and nearly give me a heart attack. But then again, what was new with him? He loved being immature.

I slowly made my way to the door of my dark bedroom, slightly resting my hand against the door so that it creeked open itself. I stretched my neck a bit, giving me an advantage of seeing a little better. I flicked on the light, bringing my gaze from the corner of my room, under my bed, and to my closet. I crept closer to the closet, hearing rustling coming from inside. A sneaky grin spread across my face as I held the knobs of the doors lightly in clenched fists, pulling them open in a quick reflex.

Tommy's head jerked up, laughing as he saw me giving him a disapproving look. I folded my arms against my stomach, shaking my head from left to right repeatedly.

"Nice try, bud. But you might want to be a lot quieter next time." I stepped to the side as Tommy made his way out of my closet, laughing and shaking his head, too. I bet he was embarrassed of himself.

Thomas continued walking sluggishly until he reached my bed, plopping down on it after releasing a deep sigh.

"Can I ask you something? Something serious?" He raised his eyebrows, turning his head so that he could look at me, waiting for my response. I finally moved from my position, sitting up next to him.

"As serious as you can be..." I said, pressing my lips together until I could feel a great amount of pressure.

"Let's say you had a boyfriend which your parents disapproved of... Would- Would you throw everything between you and him away just because of that?" I noticed how quickly Tommy went from being goofy and happy to sad and almost timid.

"I uhm- No. I don't think it should matter to them. I mean, if I am truly and deeply in love with someone, and my mom and dad don't support me, I would never hurt him like that. It's not like they're going to be the ones putting up with or loving him. They wouldn't know what he's really like. Maybe he's actually genuinely sweet and passionate when he's only around me. Maybe he makes me happy and they just don't see that. That's what love is about. Love is meant to be shared by two people who want to help each other become better and happier human beings; to become whole." I was about to keep speaking until I had to force myself to stop. My heart beat slightly quickened as I realized I wasn't just taking about "someone"; I was whole-heartily talking about Jack. And this was something I couldn't deny. "Wait, why are you asking me this? Is something going on with Lydia?"

Tommy just stared at me, almost like he was still processing and absorbing everything I said. He parted his lips then closed them, seeming like he wasn't sure of what to say in return. Then, he spoke.

"You- You would tell me if you were seeing someone...right?" I took in a deep breath as I was hammered with Tom's question, confused on why he was acting so... different. But thankfully, I didn't get a chance to reply because of the vibrating of my phone next to both of us on the bed. Tommy's attention went to the caller i.d. as I quickly snatched it off of the bed, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Heeeeeeyyyyyyyy, I hope I'm n-not interrupting anything, but I really need you right now..." Jack's voice came out weak, taking me by surprise. I immediately got up from the bed, pacing back and forth around my room as Tommy silently watched me.

A few minutes later, I set the phone down next to Tommy as he held his head in his hands, staring at me.

"Well?"