AN: I can't really think of much to say except for if you haven't been on . then you need to! And look at Season 4 of HM is a go! You will spazz your heart out. :) Anyway, I hope you like this update. As always, read, enjoy....review!
I don't really even remember how I got home. I didn't have my car because I rode in an ambulance over here…it must've been a cab. Yeah, okay, now I remember. The cab took me back to my cabin where I crashed onto the sofa and slept like a log after taking the meds prescribed to me. I slept the whole day and a little bit into the next one. Before I knew it, it was already at the end of day 2 of my vacation. I picked up my phone turned it on and realized I had 19 unread messages and 2 new voicemails. I saw who they were from and deleted them immediately as soon as I did. There was a call as soon as I pressed delete all messages. I saw the number and it was one I'd never seen before. And me being stupid, I answered it.
"Hello, Lillian." The sultry voice said.
"Who is this?" I ask.
"Your doctor"
"I'm fine. Thanks for checking up on me." I say truly grateful. This is why small towns are the best, not missing Malibu as much now.
"Oh that's good, but I was calling about that date. Tonight at 8, babe?"
Okay, back to missing Malibu and everyone in it! "DO NOT CALL ME BABE!" I shudder, "How'd you get my number?" I shout feeling very creeped out. Oliver is the only one who will ever call me babe. Get it through your head, moron!
"You wrote it down for me in all the forms you had to sign and I'm being a good doctor by checking up on you." his voice has a bit of a scary edge to it.
"No. You're asking for a date. I'm not going to accept a date with a married man when I'm freakin' engaged! I have morals. You might wanna look into that." I spit into the phone.
"Oh silly naïve woman, my marriage isn't going to last much longer, especially if you accept this date." he has a heinous laugh as he speaks to me. 'Silly, naïve woman'?! Whoa, you've crossed the line.
"You better leave me alone. I can call the cops you know. Plus, only my head is hurt not my hands. I can pack a nice punch. Ask anyone!!" I yell into the receiver.
"Come on, baby-I just want one date. Please." he begs.
"No. Never. Leave me alone!" I yell and hang up.
The whole next few hours my phone would ring like crazy. I learned his number after 3 times and didn't answer anymore, but then he got smart and made it come up Restricted. I've always answered Restricted. I love prank calls. Always have. They're great when you need a laugh and I need one badly, so I answered the Restricted call and then hung up as soon as I heard a "Hey baby." He called at least 10 more times.
Now, I'm getting up to get something to eat and it rings again. I'm sick of this guy. I'm going to have a little fun now and yell at him. Maybe he'll get the picture. If not...I'm changing my phone number. I grab the phone and look at the number yep, Restricted. I put it up to my ear and begin my rant.
"LEAVE ME THE FREAK ALONE! YOU ARE MARRIED!!" I yell hopefully bursting his eardrum.
"Lil-Lilly?" the voice says nervously. Good my point is being made.
"Yeah! Stop calling me!!!" I yell a little softer but still keep up the intimidating front.
"It's Oliver." Oliver?! My fiancé, OLIVER?! Ohhh, CRAP!
"But it said restricted." I explain as the anger I have starts to deflate and tears begin to form in its place. It's been far too long since I heard his voice and I'm already starting to cave. I have no idea what I'm caving into, but my body is breaking down.
"Yeah, I thought you might've seen my name and not answered, so I made it restricted. I know you can't resist a possible prank call." he laughs nervously.
"Guilty." I blush and am so happy he can't see me, though I'm wishing I could see him.
"I've been trying to check on you for days. I told myself I wasn't going to stoop this low, but you wanna explain to me why you were at the hospital yesterday? Oh and the married man…what the heck is going on?" he scolds.
"I fell and hit my head and had to go to the hospital-"
"Are you okay?!" Oliver asks, very concerned.
"I'm fine, but so when I was there. I got a guy doctor." I know at the sound of that Oliver tenses up. I can hear it in his voice when he says, "Okay, go on."
"He keeps calling me. He's married and with 4 kids." I say stating the facts.
"Lilly! I thought this was just a break…we really are b-breaking up?" he stutters. I picture him in my mind. He's lying on the couch he keeps running his hands through his hair, because he's so nervous. He's probably about to start pacing soon too.
"He's a creeper. I can't get away from it. It's a long story but he keeps calling me and I can't get rid of him. He got a hold of all my information when I signed forms for the hospital." I sigh. Wait how'd you know I was at the hospital?"
"I got the bill online." He says quickly.
"Oh…Well, uhm, thanks for the concern." My words stumble out of my mouth, before I can think anything through.
"I miss you so much. Come home." he states sweetly.
What do I say to that? I feel the same way, but do I show him? Do I tell him how much I love him? Do I get in my car and speed back home to him? Do I keep my whole' I'm independent' front going? It just sounds so stupid to go from I need a break, to I miss you.
"I miss you. I don't know why I left. I can't just block out my best friend from my life, with whom I've had a 20 year something history with."
"Does that mean you're coming home?" he asks. I can sense the smile on his face.
"Well, with my head and all…." I say reclining back on the couch, "It won't be anytime soon."
"I miss you so much though." He sighs, "You still have that pretty ring on that claims you as mine?"
I look down at my left hand, with a smile. It's not on there, "Ummm, not right now…" I say trying to stay level-headed.
"Why?!" he shrieks like a little girl. Insecurities that I just tried to destroy begin to form again.
"I took it off. Let me go get it." I explain and sit up still holding the phone to my ear as I go over to the drawer where I put the ring the last time. I move things around to find it as I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder. I push around the stuff I have in there, an ipod, a couple shirts, my sweater...
"Please tell me you didn't lose it…That cost me a ton of money!" he screeches
"I didn't lose it." I state firmly, still looking for it.
"Then where is it?" he asks.
I continue to shuffle things around and my hand bumps something hard. I pick it up, "Aha I found it!" I say as I slip it onto my ring finger.
"Don't lose it again." He sighs and I hear a pretty loud noise in the background.
"I won't." I grin ear to ear admiring the ring he got me," What was that?" I say referring to the exceptionally loud noise.
"Nothing…" he hiccups. I know he's lying, but I decide not to press further.
"Okay. Sure…" I say. Oliver's got something up his sleeves…I know he does.
"You going to be there all night?" he asks.
"Yep. Moving my head at all hurts. I'm staying in the cabin." I sigh.
"Well, get some rest, Lilly-Pop."
"Will do. I love you and will call you in the morning." He hiccups one again.
"Love you too." I sigh, wondering what he is lying about…Is he not going to call me in the morning? Or was it the I love you, part?
I hang up the phone and lie back on the couch, carefully laying my head on the arm of the couch. I grab a blanket from underneath the couch, turn on the TV and end up falling asleep to some game show. I'm asleep for a good 6 hours, but then I hear a loud noise. I sit up quickly, "Ow…shouldn't have done that." I whisper to myself.
I'm pretty worried. It's just me, here. What if someone's trying to burglarize the cabin?! …Maybe I should run to the bathroom. I glance over at the door and I hear a key being put into the lock and I see the door knob turning. 'Maybe if I hide….'is the only thought I have so I duck underneath the blanket. I hear the door open, its flung wide open, and it lets in the slightest breeze which gives me goosebumps.
"Lilly?" I hide even farther down in the covers. I'm so happy I turned off the light, the only light is from the TV.
"Lilly, where are you?" the voice mutters, "Lilly, your scaring me…where are you?" Scaring him? I don't know who this guy is… and I'm scaring him?
"Lilly-Pop, it's me, Oliver. Where the heck are you?"
It's Oliver? Do I dare look? I don't think I told anyone his name here…did he drive all the way up here, just for me?
I peek up from the couch still not sure if it is him, "Ollie-Pop!" I yell and as soon as I see him everything is back to normal- I love him. He loves me and we're desperate for each other's touch.
He comes and sits on the couch and I sit up carefully. He wraps an arm around me.
"A little secluded cabin with the lights off and us on the couch, very romantic..." He says, "Plus, you know how much I enjoy the couch."
"You drove a full 7 hours to come get me?" I ask.
"Yep, well it took 6 hours. I sped to come see you." He grins.
"Don't speed." I smile and ruffle his bangs. He's always had a problem with speeding. He seems to get out of the speeding tickets though, probably because of his mom. Or maybe it's his boyish charm. I've used my charm to get out of some myself.
"I missed you." He grins and takes his hand in mine and toys with the rock on my ring finger, he's grinning so widely, "I did excellent, didn't I?" he continues to roll the ring between his fingers. The ring might be a little big, but I love it.
I giggle and nod looking up at him, "So are we leaving?" I ask.
"Why? It's so cozy here and you aren't exactly at your best for traveling…" he says and looks at the gauze wrapped on my head, "Does it need to be changed? There's blood all over it."
"Probably. The gauze is on top of that chest." I say pointing to it. He grabs the roll and I begin to unwrap the gauze from my head, "Wow, this is soaked…" I say as the wet blood gets on my fingers. I continue to unwrap it and then throw it away in the trashcan nearby and wipe my fingers off on anything nearby.
He takes the gauze and begins to wrap it around my head, expertly. I feel no pain as it is unraveled.
"Is my Ollie an undercover doctor?" I ask and he laughs heartily and continues to wrap.
"I love you, Lilly." He smiles and touches his lips to my forehead.
"I love you too." I smile, "And my lips are down here." I pucker my lips and he meets me halfway.
He pulls me closer as we kiss and I feel his hand on my back as I run my hands through his hair. He pulls me into his lap and we continue to attack. I'm latched onto him and he's latched onto me. It's been far too long…why did I run away? I've got all I need right here.
"Lilly, why did you leave me?" he asks pulling away turning the reunion a whole 180.
"I want to say stress, but if I boil down to it, I'm scared." I finally verbalize after a bit of a pause.
"About marrying me?" he asks tucking a strand of my wild hair behind my ear.
"Not the marrying part, but the being married part--for rich or for poor, in sickness or in health. I mean everyone has the same vows but look at all the divorces/ affairs that happen. Like my dad, Jeremy and the creepers----"
"Creepers?! What?!" he yells.
"Oh Ollie, I took care of it, myself." I smile.
"Lilly, this is why I love you. You're so sweet but can pack a punch and defend for yourself if needed. Heck, you'd be able to stand anyone's ground, better than they could!" he says pulling me close and kissing my lips.
I smile, "Of course I can." "But as I was saying. (I've been working on this explanation for awhile now, Ollie.)…I can promise forever, but can I keep my promise?"
"Aww Lilly, why didn't you tell me that?" he says holding me close running his hands through my hair, "I thought I had done something to drive you away. I mean I was the one who has been pressuring the both of us to get all this planning crap done. I was doing it for you though. You said you wanted the All-American classic wedding. I thought it was weird for you, but if it was what you wanted I was going to do everything I could to get it for you." He finally takes a breath after his long monologue, "If I knew it was going to cause all this we would've just eloped!" he says.
"I still want the classic wedding…" I smile sweetly, "I'm just difficult aren't I?"
"The worst kind of difficult, but I still love you."
"That's good. I love you too." I say bring our lips together again, "I missed you, Ollie-Pop. I'm not leaving ever again…"
"That's all I need to hear." He says and kisses my cheek.
From sitting up too long I begin to feel lightheaded. "I'm-I'm-I'm feelin' dizzy." I sigh. I feel the room spinning and it keeps spinning faster and faster.
"You need to lie down, babe." He states, pulling me out of his lap.
"No…." I sigh and clutch onto the front of his shirt, "Lay with me."
"On the couch?" he asks surveying the size of the couch and then looking at the two of us.
"No, the refrigerator…." I snap.
"Oh well, it'll be tight."
"We can squeeze." I say taking my head in my hands trying to stop the room from spinning, "Plus, since when do you care about tight quarters?" I smile looking up at him. He laughs and smiles as he scoots down the couch to lie down, "Never, when I'm with you." I'm too tired to make a remark at how corny it is so I just go down with him laying my head on his chest, pulling the blanket around us both.
"The room stop spinning yet?" he asks running his hand across my back, rubbing from my neck to my lower back. It has, but I don't wanna say so. This is too good. I'm too comfortable. Smelling, feeling and seeing him again has paralyzed me on top of him. I don't mind. I hope he doesn't either. I could stay like this forever.
"I don't wanna move either." He says and kisses the top of my head where there is no gauze.
"Good…" I sigh and nuzzle into his chest and yawn.
"Apparently your pain meds make you drowsy…" he chuckles.
"Mhmmm…." I sigh and kiss his chest and fall asleep.
I'm slowly coming to terms. My eyes open up barely. Ugh, my head…I need more pain pills.
"Good morning, Lilly-Pop!" my fiancé says popping his head out from the kitchen.
"Morning…" I say sitting up, yawning and stretching.
"I'm making breakfast." He grins and tosses me a container and I catch it and see that it is indeed my pain meds, "You looked like you needed it."
"Are you psychic?" I laugh.
"Nope, just observant." He smiles walking to me with some apple juice, "Apple juice?"
"Uhhmmm, coffee?" I ask and he runs back into the kitchen and hands me a mug with hot coffee in it.
"Getting coffee from a Greek god? I must be dreaming." I grin taking it from my Oliver and taking a sip and slipping a pill in with my sip and swallowing.
"Nope, you're awake." he laughs and subtly winks at the mention of Greek god, "Babe, do you want breakfast?" he asks.
"You're cooking?! This place is a rental! Please, please, please, don't burn it down!!" I beg. He hasn't burned down our place, but he's come dangerously close burning down his house on Valentine's Day when he made heart-shaped waffles. My doughnut…
"You can't burn cereal…" he grins and walks over handing me a bowl of cereal and a spoon as we sit on the couch together eating our own cereal.
"I bet you could…" I giggle.
"I bet I could too. I'm skilled like that, baby." he says hugging me to him. We quickly finish our cereal and I grab my phone to see if I have any calls and I have none…I do have 17 texts though, they all spell out some long message from you guessed it, Dr. Jeremy Foro:
Hey baby, I hope you're feeling better. You've all I've been thinking about all day and night. When I'm with my wife I'm thinking about you. I love you sweetheart and that boy, the one that's giving you problems…give me the word and I can take him out. It's no problem. Well, you should really call me back. I've called you a bunch of times. Well, sweetiepie if you call my home phone say you're a patient and not my lover…the wife and kids like answering the phone. Coffee tonight? Love you. –Jeremy
"Ollie-Pop, look at this….." I say handing him over the phone with the text message brightly shone.
He begins to get fuming mad as he reads this and once he's read the last line he looks as if he's about to take off," I've never seen you so mad…"
"I've never had to deal with this…" he mutters through clenched teeth and tightened fists and a bright red face to match the anger.
"Calm down, honey." I say patting the center of his chest.
He begins to breathe in and out trying to regulate his breathing, "Good boy, in, out, in, out." I say coaching him.
"I'm gonna kill him!" his fists are out as if he's ready to punch anybody at a moment's notice.
I shush him, "Sweetheart, calm down first." I say wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck.
"No one makes moves on my girl and then lives to see tomorrow." He says trying to calm down and turning around quickly to look at me. The sudden movement he makes removes my lips from his neck.
"Well, you can't do anything right now. It's not like you know his address or anything…" I state.
"I have his phone number" he says holding up my phone smiling deviously and opening it up to reply with another text.
"Don't you dare…" I say as I unwrap my arms from around him and taking my phone back.
"Why not!?" he yells.
"At least be a bit more mature…." I snap.
"Says the runaway bride-to-be…" he mumbles rolling his eyes and as he processes what I say a random outburst comes out, "And you're telling me to act more mature?!" he begins to shout.
"Yeah!" I yell at him. It's been awhile since a fight match and I'm more than ready to go at him. It's odd I'll admit, but were Lilly and Oliver. We can't just be normal.
"You're the one who couldn't choose a stupid dress, so you got up and left me!" he shouts. Now, he's hit a sore spot. The next thing I say spills out of my lips before I even think anything through: "Well, you weren't man enough to keep me there!" I snap yelling as loud as I can.
He has nothing else to say and just stands there with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. In my head I review what I just said and then an apology can't come out of my mouth sooner, "Oh, Oliver, I-I didn't mean it like that…" I say wrapping my arms around him in regret.
"I don't need you. You didn't need me. I don't need you." he says and walks out the door, slamming it behind him. I hear the car crank and I hear him speed away. What have I done?
I lay back down on the couch wrapping the blanket around me. …I've lost the most important thing to me twice in less than a week, but I've gained independence, a ring holding me to no commitment, and a, ummm, a… a headache….
I miss my Ollie-Pop.
AN: This update is a little crazy and a rollercoaster for Lilly. But I hope you liked. :) Thanks for reading! Please review! :D
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Emily
