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Chapter 1: Tiny Heart
Tiny heart
Stuck inside yourself
When will you open up for me?
I love you so
I wanna meet you again
Before one of us must go
Your lips touched every hand but mine
In the shadows you slept fine
When will you get back to me so we can rest?
-Flyleaf
I've always thought who was I? What was I to think he loved me? He stabbed in my heart slowly, day by day. I thought, 'Well, all girlfriends and boyfriends go though this.' Boy was I wrong. I saw the television, the girls with the perfect boyfriends that paid for their dinners, held doors, complimented, and did everything in the gentleman's book. Dylan was the same when I met him. The nice guy that I liked. He smiled a lot, which I also liked a lot. He was the perfect guy. I met him at the music store. I was trying out new music, when I spotted him.
He had light brown hair that was styled in a messy, tousled look. The guy had these gorgeous pink lips and a dimple in his chin. His eyes were closed, his head bopping to the music he was listening to. When he opened his eyes and saw my gaze, I smiled at him. He smiled back, showing his full dimple chin and sparkling blue eyes.
I took out my earphones and so did he. He approached me, never looking away. I subtly ran my fingers through my brown hair, trying to fix it or make it look neater.
"Hi, my name is Dylan. Do you have you a map? 'Cause I seem to have got lost in your eyes." I laughed out loud.
"Okay. Baby, are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see." He laughed with me. "Come on, Dill. You think cheesy pink-up lines are going to get me swoon? Please."
"What will make you swoon?" He said, grinning confidently. I looked at him, dazed. I shook my head.
"Uh…Wait, hold on while I recover." He chucked. I cleared my mind and was finally in control. I glanced at him. "Oh, I don't know, flowers, serenading me, dancing with me, kissing me, giving me gifts…ya know. Romantic stuff."
"Oh really? Well, it just so happens that I do all that kind of 'romantic stuff'." He air-quoted with his hands. Which, were to point it out were long. Just saying.
"Well, we'll just see about that won't we?"
"Yeah, we will. Here's my number." I took it, surprised.
"You already had your number ready? Were you expecting this?" I playfully squinted my eyes at him suspiciously.
"No. Just look at it and you'll understand." I childishly glared at him and then looked at it cautiously.
Dylan Brooks
Occupation- Dog walker, waiter, secretary
Age- 18
Number-555-236-7809
I raised an eyebrow and said, "Dog walker?" Practical, romantic and cute.
He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish look on his face. "Yeah. Do you think it's too dorky? I mean is it weird for a boy to like dogs and for walking them to be his job? Dogs are awesome, though. Sometimes it's like –"
"Hey. You're rambling."
"Oh. Sorry. It's just that when a pretty girl like you comes around, I get all nervous and tongue-tied…it's difficult." I put a hand on his shoulder and pouted.
"Aw, don't worry you'll get used to my beauty." I wasn't conceited at all, but I loved messing with this guy.
He laughed. "What song were you listening to?" He said, suddenly.
"Oh, Paramore." I loved that band. Not as much as Evanescence, but Paramore comes in second.
"That's cool band."
"It is." I nodded, agreeing. I put one ear bud in his ear and the other in mine. The song 'crushcrushcrush' then came on. Actually, I put it on.
I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush, crush
(Two, three, four!)
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this
If you want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush, crush
(Two, three, four!)
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this now
Rock and roll, baby
Don't you know that we're all alone now?
I need something to sing about
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?
I need something to sing about
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?
Give me something to sing about
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
No, oh
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
More than this
Oh uh
"That band is so good." I said as I packed up. Time to go home. I took the ear bud out and started to walk but then I remembered Dylan. "Oh! Dylan! Sorry. Sometimes when I'm in my music, I'm in my music."
"That's okay." He smiled.
"I've got to go home. Bye Dylan!" I said as walked away, frowning as I saw the rain. Dammit I forgot my umbrella in the car. Eh, who cares?
"Wait!" I turned around to see Dylan, standing next to me.
"Fast runner. What is it?"
"You just leave without me knowing your name?"
"Oh yeah." I said recognition in my voice. "Olivia."
"Olivia." He repeated. "Beautiful name."
"Thanks. My mom choose it." I responded. Mom…
"She's a good name-chooser."
"Yeah. She was." I knew he would ask me what I meant by was so I changed the subject. "So Dylan I've got to go, okay?"
"Beddy-bye time?"
"Yes, beddy-bye time. Night Dylan." I wrapped my arms around his waist, inhaling his cologne.
"Night Olivia."
That was day I met him. When I got home, I didn't call him. I decided to make like a guy and call 3 days later. I did…
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello?"
"Hi. It's Olivia."
"Olivia?"… "Oh! Olivia! The girl from the music store, right?"
"Yeah."
"Olivia. You haven't called in three days! Why would you do that to me?"
"Oh I was just busy. You know. Stuff." I said, washing my dishes.
"Yeah. I know that stuff. The one over there at that place with the thing." I chucked.
"You know it!" I shouted, as if I was proud.
"When will I see you again?" I bit my lip. This was something I was dreading.
"I don't know." I've never actually been in control of the date before. "Uh, what about something simple like a coffee shop or lunch?"
"Where? I could meet you there tomorrow at like, around…12:00 in the morning?"
I smiled. "Sure."
The next day…
I had spent the entire morning looking for something to wear when I found a casual dark blue dress and slipped on some black ballet flats. I went into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water, then dried it off.
I then put on some black mascara and eyeliner. It was a casual occasion. I smoothed some lip-gloss on, and sprayed on my signature scent, vanilla. I only used Vanilla Body Fantasies though.
I grabbed my purse and skipped downstairs, humming to myself. My roommate, Kathy, was watching me carefully. "Where are you headed to?"
"A date." I replied.
"You sure look like it." With that, I frowned.
"What do you mean? Is it too much?"
"No. I'm just saying that, as always, you look beautiful." I blushed and thanked her. Did I mention she was a lesbian?
At the coffee shop
I was waiting for him. Hm. "La-lalala." I sang randomly.
"You have a lovely singing voice." I turned and saw Dylan in a black shirt and dark jeans. His hair was still messily neat. He looked hot.
"Thank you." I watched as he sat across from me.
"No problem." I smiled weirdly. Then the waiter came.
"Hello, I'm Dana and I'll be you're waiter for today. How may I help you?"
Dylan looked at me. "A butter roll and coffee, please. Make sure you put a lot of sugar, okay? In the coffee, I mean." She nodded.
The date began.
Stop. Stop. I have to stop. This has become scary. I would stay in bed, watch a Spanish soap opera and reminisce. I hardly ate. It's quite pathetic really. Kathy is concerned. She wanted to help. I told her if she could get some chocolate that would be nice. That was a month ago.
I heard soft murmurs outside my door. They sounded like: 'How could you let it go for this long' and then an 'I'm sorry'.
I thought nothing of it. Until I heard a knock I didn't move. I didn't say anything. Dylan. His face popped up in my head. I moaned longingly. Dylan, I miss you. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you…please come back. His lips, his hair, that tiny mole above his lip…
Then my door opened. I put my head deeper in pillow. "Ollie?"
I knew that voice. Where did I remember that voice?
"Ollie? Can you talk? Can you move?" My bed moved. I whimpered. Stay away from me, whoever you are.
"Ollie? It's Marie. Do you remember me?" I remembered her now. She was my big sister. I had disconnected with most of my family after the…break-up. I let out a deep shaky breath, and then gulped.
I opened my eyes finally in 1 month and turned my head from my pillow and to the ceiling. The light that shined from my bedroom hurt my eyes. I blinked several times. Once my eyes adjusted, I looked over to my sister. She was just like I remembered. Brown hair, soft features, lip-gloss. The first thing she said to me almost made me roll my eyes, despite my situation.
"No offense, but you look horrible."