AN: So, new fanfiction. I think this one might run longer than the other ones... I'm motavated to write it as well... But I've ran out of tea, and need more... So, the inspireation is slowly dwindleing... Hmm... I'll get some more tomorrow, because if I don't I'll surely go insane. Anyways, I like this one, even though at the beginning I thought I wouldn't... Hmm... It wouldn't weird you guys if I switched POV's to Andrew would it?


"Yeah, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you." Alex's voice floated out, through the phone. It was almost dreamy, and it made me smile. I didn't get to hang with any of my College friends, one-on-one, well, next to Marty, but he didn't really count. Spending time with Alex would be a nice change.

"What do you wanna do today?" he asked me, sounding like he could care less. I thought about it for a second, and came up with nothing.

"I dunno," I said, my brow furrowing.

Alex chuckled on the other end of the phone and I rolled my eyes. "Don't make fun, I'm not as creative as Andrew or Austin." I said, my voice taking up a defensive tone as the thought of Andrew sent a pang of sadness through me.

"No need to be so guarded." he said. Alex always seemed to be wanting people to open up to him. He wanted to help, all the time. He was a good person, to talk to, or just in general. You always knew that he wouldn't betray your trust.

"Why don't you just pick me up and then we'll decide what to do." I said to him, clicking the close button on the internet.

"Yeah, alright." Alex sighed. We said out goodbyes and hung up. I pressed the play button on iTunes and leaned back in my chair, thinking about nothing in particular.

"Liv, what's going on for today?" My Grandmother was getting ready for a night out on the town with her girlfriends.

"Alex is gonna come and pick me up in a bit and then we're gonna do something." I said, sitting up in my chair and turning around to face her. My mom nodded, told me to call her when I was on my way home, and that she didn't want me out too late, then resumed getting ready. Finally when I got the energy to get up and go to get myself ready for the day, I took a shower, did my hair and got dressed. Alex had perfect timing, because just as I finished getting dressed he called to tell me that he was here to pick me up.

"Hey, I'm almost ready." I said, a smile playing sweetly on my lips.

"Cool, I'm here, as you've probably guessed." We said goodbye and soon I was out, into the light of day. There his van sat, it's beige coating shining in the summer sun. The car was running and because of the Zune car adaptor I had bought him for his birthday, he was bouncing around in the care, probably to Dr. Horrible, or something good like that. I smiled, glad that I could make someone I cared about happy like that. I got in the car and discovered that it wasn't D&D by Stephen Lynch. It made the smile I had on my face turn into a grin and I began to sing along as soon as I was buckled and the door was shut.

When the song ended, Alex turned the volume down and looked at me expectantly. "Well? What are we doing?" he asked as he eased on the breaks, we had just come to the intersection before the beach, and I still hadn't thought of anything to do.

"Dunno… We can go back to your place, doesn't matter to me." A wave of random depression hit me and I looked out the window, my face setting into a mask of nothing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex check the rear view mirror, and then look at me.

"What's up?" he asked me, flipping the turn signal, readying himself to turn right.

I looked at him and shook my head. "Nothing, just got depressed all of a sudden." I said, my shoulders moving up and down as I shrugged. My voice came out in a mono-tone that seemed so melancholy that it could put a crowd a people to sleep with sad dreams in a minute flat. That had been happening lately, I would get depressed randomly, and then I would call Austin or Marty and complain. In the end I felt horrible about calling them and complaining, and that just got me more upset, but I hadn't talked to either of them in a long time, likewise Andrew.

"Well that's never good." Alex looked at me again, his brow furrowed with worry. "Do you know what about?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "No, and it's not the reason you think. I realized a long time ago that I have, nor had, no chance with Andrew."

Alex sighed, and suddenly the car got really quiet and awkward, and there it was, the depression back again.

"…Is it because of your dad?" Alex stopped the car, and parked in a lot across from some park, and then turned the car off. The older boy turned to me, a look of pure concern on his face. I looked back at him steadily, the tears that wanted to form staying in my over active tear ducts.

"I don't know." I sniffed, "All I know is that anytime I'm with anyone I get depressed. I mean, my dad died a year ago today, yeah, and it's been hard enough, living without him. I miss him so much, everyday… Its just hard without him here."

"Alex looked at me, his eyes understanding. His arm reached out and his hand took mine in his own. "Hey, it's alright." he said to me, his thumb rubbing gently across my skin. It felt nice, calming.

"No, it's not. I've snapped at all my friends. Everyone is pissed at me, except for you. For god's sake, Andrew told me that Marty wasn't planning of talking to me ever again-" I took a breath, "and he said that he wouldn't abandon his friends, but after what I said to him, I don't blame him…" Tears were beginning to cloud my vision and by this time I was getting frustrated.

Alex just looked at me, his eyes understanding, father-like. "Marty will talk to you, don't worry." I looked at when I could see of Alex and shook my head, my lips clamping themselves together.

"No. He wont. Alex, I said horrible things to him. I screamed at Austin, I even told Andrew that I hated him, Alex. That I never wanted to see his face ever again," by this time I was crying in sorrow for what I had done. I was a horrible person, I drove all my friends away.

Alex was silent for a minute, and the only thing that anyone could hear was the quiet sobbing that came from me. I heard a click, and then a door open and soon, Alex was over at my door, opening it and unbuckling my belt for me, and soon, I was in his arms, a claming hug.

"Olivia, your fine. Hush love, please stop your crying." Alex was the only person that I hadn't driven away, and the thought of him leaving made me hug him tighter, if that was possible and then made a silent vow to myself that I wouldn't let go.

"I'm sorry." I said to him, sniffing. "I don't mean to cry. I want to have a good time with you." I said, moving my head so that it was looking at him. Alex's wide, chocolate, doe-like, eyes stared back into mine and he smiled warmly, and then shook his head.

"I don't mind. You need someone to talk to, and if what you say is true and Austin, Andrew, and Marty aren't talking to you, well then I guess I'm the only one left." What he said made me was to cry even more, and I almost did, but the thought of ruining his summer even more, stopped me. I looked at the boy for a moment and then withdrew from the hug.

"Well, come on, I want to have a good day. Let's go to the park, take a walk." My goal today was to try and forget about what had happened, but something told me that I wasn't going to be able to.

Alex nodded and held his hand out to help me out of the car.

Who said shivery was dead?

We got out of the car and began to cross the parking lot, into the park, and then down a path that apparently led to a meadow.

"So, I know you said that you didn't want to talk, but I can't let this problem go unsolved. Not only did Austin not tell me about this, but also, we never even saw your random bouts of depressed anger come randomly." Alex was trying to solve this mystery, It was like it was programmed into his brain that if a problem occurred then he had to find an answer.

"I'm sure she didn't want to worry, knowing Austin, she thinks that she can solve this, and she's still mulling it over... That or she's just too stunned about what I said to her to tell anyone." A sigh soon escaped my lips, coming out tired, and long.

Alex glanced at me, and a crooked smile placed itself on his face. I liked it best that way.

"Austin knows she can come to me." he said, it was true, she did... But something told me that she didn't want him to worry about this, and that I was ruining her plan.

"Maybe she didn't want you to help this time…" I was trying to come up with the most reasonable answer as to why Austin wouldn't, well, hadn't told Alex. The taller man shrugged and put his hand's into his pockets.

Trees passed us by, one by one, and I couldn't help but smile at all the little creatures and flowers that passed by as we walked. Soon, time seemed to disappear and all I knew was that I was with my only friend and we were walking through the ever-darkening forest that would soon become a meadow.

"Did we bring food?" Alex asked, his stomach giving a small rumble.

I shook my head, guilt for not thinking to bring something for the both of us to eat beginning to gnaw at me.

"I'm sorry." I said my eyes becoming a mask of remorse.

Alex shook his head, "Don't be." God, Austin and Marty were right, I was picking up the bad habits that Andrew had, like apologizing for things that had nothing to do with me, or things that I couldn't solve.

"I know." I said, hanging my head. Alex chuckled and put his hand on my head and mussed my hair. Soon, we came to the meadow and I smiled. It was a cute little scene, what with the small picnic benches and the little structure that small children could play on. To the right of me, was a sand box, with tires all around it, to make a fortress. In front of me sat something that took my breath away. It was a swing-set.

Now, one thing you need to know, is that swing-sets are one of my favourite things. The way you can go back an forth, almost believing that you're soaring through the sky, and can touch the clouds, that's a feeling I love.

I turned to Alex and grinned, then I shot off towards the swings, the seven-year-old girl that was hidden deep within me, coming out in the one tiny action.

I sat on the swing and as soon as I was on I pushed off and began to pump my legs. I hadn't even looked at Alex and with the joy of my almost flying, I had almost forgotten that he was there. But there he stood, watching me, with a coy smile on his face, and his hands in his pockets.

I let out a joyful laugh and I knew that my eyes were as bright as the sun.

"Alex! Come swing with me!" I yelled back at the other person, who shrugged and began to walk over to the swings.

I slowed down to an almost stop, the laugh still in my chest and eyes.

"What?" I asked, the grin on my face seeming to be plastered to my face. Alex shook his head and chuckled lightly.

"Nothing, just, when you swing, you look truly happy… And, I don't mean to be a kill joy, but even when your with Andrew, it's really the only time I get to see you so happy." Alex's voice was sincere, as were his eyes.

I felt the grin shrink to a small, sad, smile and the stopped all together, there wasn't even a small rocking motion.

"I know I am, and maybe what I did… Maybe that's why I'm getting so depressed, but I can't just call them and tell them that I'm sorry." Alex looked at me like I had grown another head ran a hand through his already messy caramel highlights.

"What do you mean, 'I can't just say sorry'? I mean, I know that it wont make everything better like that," Alex snapped his fingers, "but saying sorry will soon take affect and then you'll have your friends back." Alex looked at me, his gaze penetrating, knowing, he knew that I would listen to him. I looked back at the man, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.

"Alex…" I said, getting ready to explain why me just saying sorry wouldn't work.

But he cut me off, "No. Olivia, there's always a solution to these sort of things, and usually, it's saying that your sorry. Now get out your phone and call Andrew and say your sorry." I looked back at Alex and shook my head.

"Alex, it's not that simple, let me tell you what happened, but we should start heading back." Alex sighed, he hated putting up with my stories, but he did anyways.

"Fine, let's go." he said, hopping off the swing-set and beginning the trek back through the forest, to the lot where our car was parked. I furrowed my brow for a second and then hopped off the swing and ran to his side.

"Right, well I'm going to have to take you all the way back to Youmacon…"


AN: Yuppers, all done. Like it? Hate it? Want to murder me with plushies? =D