Chapter 6-Of Love and Jealousy

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Two days later

Nervousness was not an attribute Olivia liked to pair herself with. She liked to think of herself as calm and collected-which she often was, even if she could be a bit uncoordinated and awkward. On rare occasions, though, such as the one she was in-she was a nervous sweaty mess. She wrung her hands for the fifth time, pacing back and forth. Jonathan was late. Extremely late-okay so seven minutes and fifteen...no sixteen seconds had passed. No, she had not been counting.

The door bell let out its melodic cry, and Olivia heaved a sigh in relief.

"Jonath-," she said opening the door, only to freeze when she saw a man she did not know standing there. He wore a uniform and embroidered over the left pocket of his shirt was the name of his company, Louis's Flower Co.

"Ah- Hi!" she said smiling awkwardly, raising her hand in greeting.

"Hello. Are you Olivia Moore?" The man's lips remained thin and unfriendly, accented by a thick mustache and beard.

"Yes."

"These are for you." He said, shoving a bouquet of flowers in her face, unceremoniously.

"Thank-" she began but he was already gone, seeing nothing but the pink of his retreating figure. "you." she finished lamely. Lips quirking, it always saddened her that no one had time to be friendly anymore. There was always somewhere to be, something to do. Exchanging pleasantries with a stranger was apparently too much to ask.

The bouquet consisted of lush pink daisies with small blooming white roses. She smelled deeply, the pollen tickling against her nose, the sweet scent intoxicating.

"Who could have sent these?" she questioned aloud, spinning them around searching for a card. None was to be found.

"How many admirers do you have?" Jonathan said grinning widely, walking in. "I am wounded, I thought I was the only one."

"Oh, do please come in." she said sarcastically but the effect was ruined by the large smile that spread across her face.

"If you don't want people to enter you should close your door sooner," he replied, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Sorry, I am late."

"Oh, it's no big deal."

He seemed about to reply but then just stood there gazing at her.

"What?" she asked panicked, afraid she had smeared her makeup or gotten food on her dress.

"Nothing." he said shaking his head. "it's just... well...you look beautiful."

"Awww that's so nice," she mumbled blushing, the sentiment not lost on her. It always felt nice for your effort to be acknowledged.

"Really cheesy, though?"

"Extremely, but it was sweet, and definitely appreciated." They grinned at each other.

"Well then, fair lady may I have the honor of escorting you to dinner," he said bowing, offering her his arm with a flourish.

"Your so weird," she teased, "just let me put these in a vase." She made her way to the kitchen, admiring the beautiful flowers, entrapped by their sweet fragrance. Pulling the wilted flowers from her vase, she replaced them with the new vibrant bouquet.

"Well, then it's a good thing I am so handsome."

She laughed out loud, "and modest too." Her fingertip brushing against the buttery soft petals. "Who could have possibly sent you?" Her words were barely more than a whisper.

Small hands clutched tightly at the stems of a scraggly bouquet. The flowers had wilted on the trip over, but the love and sentiment remained vibrant. A constant beep filled the room, and she focused in on, as long as the beep was there everything was fine. The person on the bed before her was no more than a skeleton. Her skin was tight against her body, her bones standing out in sharp contrast, eyes sunken in. Olivia's lip trembled, as she blindly reached out clasping the hand in hers, it was cold and clammy, the bones digging painfully into her little hand.

"Mommy," she whispered.

"I know I am the perfect package." Olivia was torn from her memories, and she blinked running a hand there her hair sending it in wild tumbles. She took a few moments to register what he had said, trying to connect it to her previous words.

"Let's go," she said able to get out a light laugh, pulling herself away, "before your ego inflates anymore."

"If you insist."


"That was delicious! I had no idea there was such a lovely Italian restaurant so close to where I live."

"You should really get out more."

She turned to defend herself with a smile and stumbled. The toe of her satin champagne heels caught on a brick, and gravity was quick to grab the rest of her. Dreading the scraps the would surely result and the damage to her outfit, Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. Instead, a warm hand wrapped around her waist stopping her descent. Her eyes blinked open and she took in the red bricks, and the long crack running along the path. Turning her head to thank him, she found their lips inches apart their breath intermingling, his gaze heavy.

It was one of those moments that are only supposed to happen in movies. When the two protagonists find themselves mere inches apart, where the heroine could feel his warmth, butterflies flutter in her stomach and he leaned in closer and closer in a perfect moment; but for some reason Olivia didn't have any butterflies, her skin didn't tingle, her stomach didn't flip.

She pulled away, making sure she had sturdy footing, noticing with some dismay a scuff on the toe of her heel. "Thanks! That could have been nasty." She tried playing it off, tried to cover the awkwardness with a large fake smile. "So where to next?"

Jonathan smiled graciously seeming to understand, "It's a surprise."


"The park?"

"Well, I figured with all the cheesy things I've already done. Why not complete it? So watching the sunset at the park."

"Well you do know how to spoil a girl," she said laughing quietly, sinking onto the bench. The cool of the metal soaking through her skirt penetrating into her legs, causing her to shiver slightly. He captured her hand in his.

Olivia adjusted her hand, uncomfortable, but figured she'd pulled away from the kiss, holding hands was no big deal. Even if his palms were a bit sweaty, she hated sweaty palms. She resisted the urge to snatch her hand away and wipe it on her skirt.

Anyway, it was fine, she had no need to worry he wasn't going to hurt her like...Tom. She almost gagged on the name in her mind. What a bastard. Besides, Jonathan was just a rebound, a fun relationship, to recover and enjoy, but she couldn't exactly see herself spending the rest of her life with him. He was nice and sweet, she doesn't really feel a connection. It was too bad though because he was a damn fine specimen.

"-don't you agree?" Olivia was slapped out of her thought's.

"Oh I am so sorry, I didn't hear. I was lost in my thoughts." He looked a little hurt but smiled anyway. "Am I annoying you?" it was meant to come out jokingly, but it had a biting edge to it.

"Of course not, Olivia" he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and she allowed herself to relax, she wouldn't let Tom dictated her life.

After a few moments they began talking again and this time, Olivia gave him her undivided attention.

"So you have been pretty busy lately, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Work?"

"Yep."

"You know it is so cool that you work for Stark Industries." Olivia was reminded of a similar statement being said, and barely kept herself from flinching

"I've always wanted to go there…see the impressive Stark Tower" Silence. "Maybe you should take me, hint hint."

"No!" His eyes went wide. "I mean no. It's just…" she paused considering her words carefully. "I am afraid it would be very unprofessional and I hear you're supposed to wait until the fifth date before unloading work baggage on your date." She smiling widely, trying to cover her emotional blunder.

He laughed lightly, "Your right, were together, why don't you forget about work." He smiled widely, but it did not reach his eyes.


One day later

"And then he took me to the park and we sat on a bench chatting and holding hands, which while super teenagerish was super sweet. I had a really good time." J.A.R.V.I.S. could feel himself growing cold, something in him seething and whirring, his mechanics clacking loudly. "Though I feel like he's hiding something from me, pretending," she said tapping her finger against her chin, eyes narrowed in thought.

"You should break up with him," he interrupted, his systems flickering.

"Pardon?" Her fingers stilled the silver bracelet on her wrist jangling.

"Break up with him." J.A.R.V.I.S. advised.

"Why?" her face scrunched up in confusion, eyebrows drawing together, lips compressing.

"Trust is important to a relationship,"

"It's not that I don't trust him, I simply think there is something he's not telling me. I haven't told him everything about myself either," she said eyebrows raised looking baffled at his random outburst.

"I still recommend you break up with him." he said sounding annoyed, his insides growing colder and colder with each moment.

"Why?"

He remained silent.

"What has gotten into you today, J.A.R.V.I.S.?"


"Mr. Stark sir. The system seems to be cooling again."

"Really, they should rise again."

"Well sir, we thought the same but they have been dropping for a while now and they don't seem to be rising, they have fallen dangerously low." Paul cleared his throat awkwardly, adams apple bobbing. "Someone slipped in the hall earlier on some ice."

"Why isn't it rising?" Tony mused more to himself than the person before him.

"I don't know sir."

"It should have raised. He usually gets over it by now."

"Gets over what sir?"


Olivia and J.A.R.V.I.S. had been glaring at each other for the last three minutes or at least as close as too glaring one could with a security camera. Honestly, Olivia didn't even know if J.A.R.V.I.S. was still there, or even registering her existence. He could be ignoring her for all she knew while some security guard was laughing at her strange behavior.

"Olivia." Tony said smiling walking in, a swagger to his steps though he looked briefly around as if prepared for anything.

"Hi," she said not glancing in his direction.

"What are you doing?" he asked nonchalantly, pulling out a chair and plopping into it backwards, legs straddling the back.

"Glaring at J.A.R.V.I.S."

"I can see that," he muttered crossing his arms across the top of his chair, "I am curious about why, though?

"Cause I'm mad at him."

"You're mad at a computer?" he asked amused, using his feet to roll the chair forward.

"Yes."

His eyebrows rose, and he gave the ground a swift kick sending his chair spinning. Once he was properly dizzy and the chair had come to a stop, he spoke, "May I ask why?"

"No."

"My emotional responses seem to be affecting my logical reasoning." J.A.R.V.I.S. explained, pipping up "I am running a diagnostic now, sir"

"Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S," Tony said, relieved to be finally getting somewhere. "Let me know the results."

"Of course, sir."

Tony shifted his attention back on Olivia and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Olivia I need you and J.A.R.V.I.S. to make up so he can get back to work, and we can all return to our lives," he said patiently, or as least as patiently as Tony Stark was capable of.

She sighed. "Is that necessary? Can't I just be immature?" she whined childlike, finally breaking eye contact with J.A.R.V.I.S, leaning back in her seat, turning to her boss.

"Sadly no, though I know how appealing it may seem."

She sighed again, heavier this time. "Sorry J.A.R.V.I.S. I got annoyed with you."

"Sorry for annoying you, Miss Moore. My behavior was inexcusable. I am doing everything in my power to rectify this glitch."

She sighed feeling guilty for her behavior, after his sincerity. "Forgive me?"

"Of course, Miss Moore, for you always." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, lips stretched wide, her smile nearly as bright as the sun. Something in J.A.R.V.I.S. mechanics clacked loudly, his wiring heating, arch-reactor spinning faster. He was mesmerized by that smile.

"Well, I am glad that's over, I don't know how much longer I could have lasted staring at a camera without cracking up laughing."

"Olivia I don't know how much longer I could have watched without laughing." Tony informed her and Olivia couldn't help it she started giggling.

"Who saw?"

"Everyone who walked by, as well as me, and the guy who watches the security feeds."

"Mr. Owen."

"Yeah, and oh all the people who follow me on social media."

"What!"

"Kidding," he said quickly, raising his hands in a placating manner.

"Good." she said relieved beyond measure. "Make sure I never do that again, okay?"

"No promises." Tony said, discreetly pulling his phone out, deleting his most recent posting.


A/N: Soooo...what did you think Of Jonathan are you, Team Jonathan or Team Jarvis? (You can show the love or the hate no judgers here.) Anywho what did you think of this chapter hope you liked it and it helped add to the story. At first, it was just the date but I decided to morph the two scenes I think it's better that way, and we definitely need a little Olivia Jarvis time even if they were being silly. This chapter is more of a filler, with hints to some important stuff, soI apologize if it is not my best, I was laid out sick yesterday and didn't have the time to do the editing I wanted to. (Just so you know the next chapter is a favorite of mine! Super excited to post it next Monday!) Please review! We all have thoughts and opinions and I would love for you to share yours on this story! =D