Author's Note: This is a short chapter by my usual writings,but I like the way this one went. It took me a little while to figure out what I wanted to do with this one,and it finally ended with my sitting in front of the computer and typing until I felt the chapter should end. I hope you guys like this chapter,reviews are always the highlight of my day! Now,off to sleep and dream of Chapter 3!
The clock blinked one AM as Olivia's eyes darted open,determined not to sleep. She rolled over,the sight of her husband sleeping soundly next to her. Taking care to get out of bed without waking him,she pulled her silky robe around her,walking back into the living room. The band had decided on getting a suite fitting all three couples instead of three separate rooms,so she was surprised she had the room to herself. Charlie and Stella were usually up in these wee hours of the morning,both night owls. Evidence of them recently occupying the room still lingered,including a half eaten bowl of popcorn. Olivia settled herself on the couch,pulling the popcorn closer to her. Instead of turning on the TV,she opted for the radio,finding the local classical station. No matter how pop and rock her music was,Olivia's sound was always classical. It was what her mother played while they baked cookies. It was what she danced to standing on her father's feet. Then there was Gram. Olivia once thought the radio was stuck on that station,day and night hearing the hum of her grandmother's sewing machine and Beethoven. The sounds of Mozart lightly drew around the room as the blonde pulled a throw around her legs,staring out into the midnight through the window.
Olivia thought of her life;how it had changed within the past two years,and where she wanted it to go. In the next three months they would all be back in Mesa,at least until college life got a hold of them. Mo and Scott had a small apartment picked out close to campus. They were both desperate to get out from under the thumbs of their perfectionist parents. Stella and Charlie were trying to decide whether to live together before they get engaged,or just get two separate apartments. Hearing their discussions always made Olivia giggle,hearing Stella "Rebel" Yamada trying to make important life decisions. As for she and Wen,they just had to unpack. Her father had given them her childhood home as a wedding present. He talked about not having a need for it,being an aging bachelor. Jeff White would much rather see his daughter and her husband begin their married lives in that house. They'd been talking about repainting,redecorating,Olivia wanting the house to be theirs,not "Gram's old house."
A stray breeze blew against the curtains,bringing Olivia back to the present. Twenty minutes had passed since she had been rudely awakened from her warm bed. Munching on a few kernels of popcorn,she began to let her mind wander again,this time to her future children with Wen. She'd always pictured three children,two little girls and a little boy. Her girls were best friends,though complete opposite in looks. One with blonde ringlets and the most soulful blue eyes,hand in hand with the redhead in braids,freckles speckled under her chocolate browns. The little boy always changed,but never his love for his daddy. Many dreams held Wen and his potential son doing "Man tings,momma."
"What in the world are you doing up?" the question came out of nowhere,spooking her to the point she almost dropped the popcorn. Standing just outside the great room was Scott,his hair disheveled,his eyes still heavy with sleep.
"I could ask you the same question." she told him,greeting her fellow insomniac by scooting her still covered feet.
"Mo rolled over and it got cold." he pouted,his sensitive side showing. This was the side of Scott Pickett that no one else got to see outside of Lemonade Mouth. He was always the tough jock with Ray,and the bad boy when Jules was on his arm. But deep down under those sparkly eyes and toned muscles was a heart that beat to whatever tune Mo Banjaree wanted to play.
"My mind wouldn't quit wandering." Olivia admitted,handing the popcorn to Scott.
"About what?"
"What happens when we get home. The future." It worried her as much as it excited her,and he could see that.
"We've survived a lot together,Liv. Marriage and kids should be easy."
"Says the man who called me when he had to babysit his little sister." she chuckled,remembering the SOS calls he sent,blowing up her phone. As much of a guy as Scott was,Landyn Pickett was girly. Scott just didn't know how to handle tea-parties and princesses.
"I couldn't admit to Mo that I didn't know what to do,and Stella just doesn't seem the girly type." Scott remembered how relieved he was once his other "sister" arrived,immediately entrancing Landyn. She discovered Landyn was in Georgie's class,and it wasn't long before playdates were scheduled with Stella's brothers. It was a great way to have band meetings without the constant interruptions.
"Are you excited about going home this weekend?" she asked him,noticing the small smile making its existence known.
"Definitely. Sunday night will be the most perfect night ever. Except for your wedding,of course. But,I'm allowed to say that,right?" she giggled,nodding at his nerves.
"What about Charlie and Stella? How long are they gonna wait you think?" he asked,and to Olivia it sounded like an echo. Of course,how could he know about the hushed conversation she'd shared with Stella the night prior. Stella was ready to marry Charlie,and was getting wedding fever. She joked about Olivia being heavily pregnant with her first child,somehow finding her way down the aisle to be a maid of honor when Charlie finally got the guts to propose.
"They'd probably be better off eloping." she muttered,Scott nodding along.
"We should get to bed,you know. It's getting late." he told her,motioning to the clock on the DVD player,flashing two fifteen. She hugged him goodnight before slipping back in her room. As her body found its way back under the covers,two strong arms found their way back around her waist.
"Glad you're back. It was cold." was all he'd say. Olivia smiled against him,drifting off.
