Ok! So, this was a bizarre thing that I just spit out one day. It's a three part AlexOlivia. It jumps POVs every paragraph from Olivia to Alex and back again. You'll get it. It's kinda like elaborate poetry. Enjoy. And don't forget to review!
The beginnings are always hard. That awkwardness when you can't really tell if the person is interested, so you back away. You hide in the open, hoping desperately that she will have more courage than you. If you only stay here long enough, staring at her while she is not looking, then somehow you will telepathically tell her that you want her, that you will be good to her, that together, you will be the happiest women in the world.
You never can tell anymore. People should have to wear signs… 'single', 'taken', you know…all that. It would be so much easier if you just knew. You can see her staring. But perhaps it is just because you're new. Maybe it's just because she's trying to figure you out…maybe your skirt is off-center. The world just seems too big. It's a statistical impossibility that she could be the one for you. And if she isn't…which she probably isn't…that would create a disaster beyond repair. The old adage of never dating a co-worker rings in your head. The beginnings are hard.
The beginnings are thrilling. When you pick up the note that she left on your desk…it tells you to meet her at 8. Maybe all that staring did its trick. You get a lump in your throat at the prospect of something…something wonderful and magical and oh my god you have nothing to wear!
Slip into the patented little black. Pearl earrings and a dash of perfume, there, perfect. You sigh in the mirror and pray that this all goes well. Your heart flutters in your chest and you just get the feeling that something is finally going to go right in your life. The beginnings are always thrilling.
The beginnings are nauseating. That cramp in your stomach threatens to take over as you finally let your breath out of your tired lungs. When you realize she sees in you what you see in her and a rush of adrenaline assaults your system and you almost fall off your chair, but her delicate hand laid gently on yours keeps you steady…at least until the end of dinner.
You resist the urge to run as your butt plants you in the seat. The things that need to be said are said and there is a flood of relief that washes over you, leaving you seasick in its wake…or perhaps that was the crabcakes. The beginnings are nauseating.