Hey everyone! Soo, im kind of a bitch for not updating for like 7 months, right? haha. i could give you an excuse like the internet on my computer didnt work for 7 months (which is actually true) but i guess i could have used one of the other 4 computers in my house. So, I'm sorry. The first few months I was just to busy with life hahah, then I started thought about updating a lot and then I wrote some and was about to post it, then didn't. Then I went to europe for three weeks and got back like six days ago and decided it was finally time for me to try and write something! After not writing for so long I've been worrying that my writings gonna suck big time now. But I decided to go for it anyways, so here it is!
Ways Of Dealing
Chapter Nine
I felt his eyes continuously glancing at me, and it had been going on for quite some time now. "What?" I hissed at Oliver. Grandma Edna from one row in front of us turned around and glared. "Sorry," I whispered sheepishly. Oliver just shrugged. We were at his Uncles wedding, sitting in row three and I was begining to get annoyed of Oliver's staring.
"Didn't soften one bit." Oliver muttered, shaking his head. I have a feeling he was talking about me. Sorry that I don't like weddings! Jeez.
"Now, before they say I do, do I have anyone who would care to object?" The pastor said, looking around the room. Right as he said this, Oliver quickly put one arm around me and held onto my arm and held my hand with his other hand.
I rolled my eyes. "Oliver what are you doing?!" I whisper-yelled, ignoring Grandma Edna's glares. He just shrugged again. "What do you think I'm gonna do? Raise my hands and object to your Uncle's marriage?" I said sarcastically. Oliver gave me a sheepish guilty look. "Are you kidding?! No matter how much I don't like this, I'm not that terrible Oliver!" I couldn't help but giggle at how crazy he was.
"Alright then, it's always good when no one objects!" The pastor joked and everyone chuckled lightly. Oliver released his grips on me.
"Your ridiculous!" I scoffed at him, while laughing.
"You mean ridiculously cute!" He joked. I smiled and ruffled his hair, then we turned our attention to the couple at the alter.
They finished the last of their 'I do's' and shared their first married kiss. Oliver glanced at me one last time, then he glanced around the room. I finally realized what he had been doing this whole wedding. He was comparing my emotions to everyone else! I'm sure he's wondering why I'm not crying the same happy tears that his mom. My emotions are a train wreck! And I'm saying this because right after I realized why Oliver kept looking at me, I started crying! Not like full out sobbing, thank god, but there were definitely some tears. I was able to play them off has happy tears though when Oliver turned and looked at me one last time, a huge smile appeared on his face. It made him happy to see that I was happy (as far as he knew). He leaned in and kissed me sweetly.
Everyone turned and watched as the happy couple walked away happily, hand in hand, and it made me sad that I couldn't be happy for them like everyone else was. I don't even know why I'm so bitter about all this. I guess it's because I've seen my share of friends parents and aunts and uncles get divorced, and I always thought my parents would be the ones to make it through. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Oliver grabbed my hand and pulled me up to walk with him. Everyone stood near the rode and waved as the couple drove away in their limo, and the family and friends that remained hung out and talked with eachother. Oliver was talking to one of his Aunts when I slipped away.
The wedding had been held in a tiny church that was right on a beach. I took my heels off, and walked behind the church onto the beach. My dress was making me so uncomfortable, but feeling the sand in my feet almost made up for it. I got close enough to the water so that I could let my feet touch it when the waves came, and plopped down in the sand, not caring about the dress. I sat their with the waves and my thoughts for I don't even know how long when someone came and sat with their arm around me. I expected it to be Oliver, but I was wrong. It was actually the last person I would have guessed.
"Anna?" I said, bewildered that she had her arm around me and was smiling at me.
"Hey little sis," She must have seen my shock because soon after she said, "Look, I know this must seem out of the blue to you, but I wanted to apologize. I know I've been a shitty sister ever since Mom and Dad died. Like the ultimate worst, I know. It's just you remind me SO much of Dad it's crazy. Your personalities and the way you talk are so much alike, I guess I just never noticed before. But after I noticed it it was like all I could think about and it made it so hard to be around you. I was just always think about the accident, and since I couldn't take it I just acted like I hated you so we wouldn't be hanging out or anything. And I know thats no reason for me to treat you the way I did, but I want you to know that I'm truly and deeply sorry. I love you Lils." As much as I wanted to be mad at her for being so mean to be, I just couldn't. I smiled back at her and wrapped my arms around her in a huge hug.
"It's good to have you back, sister. I couldn't have lost another family member." I told her, honestly happy we could get along again.
"Well what's this I see here?" We both turned to see Oliver walking down the beach towards us, grinning. I could see he was happy that'd we be getting along again. I got up and helped Anna up. We started walking towards Oliver.
"Family and Oliver hug?" He said, holding both his arms out. We both walked right by him laughing. "Oh, I see. You want to wait till later. Yeah! Thats totally fine with me." He jogged to catch up with us. When he did I punched him in the arm.
"You're such a doughnut!" I said and punched him playfully in the arm. The families all went back to their homes or hotels they were staying in, then they were all going to meet again at a party that the now married couple is throwing before they leave for their honey moon.
I was walking around the party looking for a familiar face. Realizing I wasn't going to find one since this was Oliver's family after all, I went to look around. Oliver was talking with another one of his Uncles, and Anna was flirting with some 18 year old looking boy that I didn't know. The place where the party was being held was on a huge beach and there was a really large dance floor placed in the middle of it all. Surrounding the area were tiki lights, and an open bar on the north side of the dance floor that was crowded with people ordering drinks. At the south side there was a little roomish looking thing that was surrounded by trees all along so you couldn't really see what it was. I decided to explore and look in there. When I got in I realized it was another bar, but no one was in this one. I decided to have a seat for some peace and quiet. Well, it wasn't really quiet because I could still hear all the music, but still it was peaceful enough for me.
I sighed. "I hate weddings."
"Me too." I heard a man's voice. I hadn't realized anyone was here, but he popped up from below the bar, like he was bending down to get something. He was hot. Like really hot. He was tall, built, and had brown hair that hung slightly in his blue eyes. He looked about 24. "Sorry if I startled you." He smiled slightly.
I shook my head. "No, it's fine." I nodded towards ring on his hand. "How can you hate weddings if you're married?" I questioned.
He looked like he had to think about this one. Like it was something he never expected someone to ask. "My wife-to-be left me at the alter. I payed for the ring so I thought I might as well wear it." He chuckled, probably realizing how dumb that was.
"Interesting." I stated. He looked at me with his head titled to the side a little bit, and smiled.
"I have to put this conversation on pause, because it's my job to ask you what you want to drink." He laughed. "So what will it be?"
"Coke, please." I told him. He looked at me like he was expecting me to say more. I just stared back.
"Coke and...?" He questioned. I zoned out looking at his hot bod. Oh god Lilly! Hot bod?! Your so embarrassing! "Coke and Malibu? Alright. Coke and Malibu it is." I had turned my attention to the dance floor while he made my drink. Oliver was dancing with his Grandma. Or granny as he calls her. I giggled. It was so cute.
"There you are, my dear." He said setting my drink down on the bar counter infront of me.
"Huh? Oh! Thanks." I said, laughing at my zoning. I took a sip of the drink. This does not taste like normal coke. I've never drinken before other than when my parents would give me a sip of their drinks, but I could tell there was alcohol in this. It took all I had not to spit the drink out everywhere because it burned in my mouth. I didn't want to seem like a dumb kid though in front of the bartender so I swallowed it.
"So, what's your name?" He asked me.
"Lilly, and yours?" I replied.
"Anthony. But my mom calls me Tony and my friends call me Mark." He told me.
"Well then Mark it is." I laughed. He was friendly. We talked for about 20 minutes and I finally finished my drink. He made me another one automatically. Now, I realize I could have gotten up and left so I wouldn't have had to drink the drink, but you see I enjoyed sitting here and talking to Mark because I had no one to talk to out there. I didn't want to take Oliver away from his family because he rarely sees them all and Anna looked like she was having a fun time with the guy she's dancing with.
"Thanks," I smiled weakly, accepting the drink. I was halfway down with my second drink, and I've never been before but I'm pretty positive I'm drunk. I keep thinking of things to say to mark, but when I actually try to say them they come out all slurred and he smiles and I can tell he's just trying not to laugh at me.
"If I knew you were such a lightweight I would have put in more Coke and less Malibu!" He laughed. I couldn't really taste the grossness in the drink anymore so I just kept sucking it down.
"So, why do you hate weddings?" He finally asked me. While handing me drink number three (not that I needed it).
"Ahh, you s-seeee Mark, the stooory will have to wait until next time, buddddy!" I laughed. This Mark guy was just SO funny! I chugged about 3/4s of drink number three and slammed the glass down on the counter.
"Awe MAN! I was trying to get it all down in one GULP!" Mark just laughed and shook his head at me. I glanced out at the dance floor now to see how the party was coming along. But what I saw was Oliver walking up to the bar. I quickly turned around and tried to cover my face.
Mark laughed. "What's wrong?" He asked.
I pointed my thumb behind me to where Oliver was walking over. I didn't realize he was so close that had actually poked him with my thumb. "Opps!" I giggled and hiccuped. I faced Mark and cupped my hands over my mouth, "Shit, that's my boyfriend!" I whispered, or at least I thought I was whispering, to Mark.
"Are you drunk Lilly?" Oliver asked me.
I faced him. "Nooo!" I told him, shaking my head no. Mark was mouthing yes behind me, shaking his head yes.
Well I hope that was good enough for you guys! And again I'm super sorry about the seven month wait.
Importante- PLEASE review and tell me what you want to see in this story to come up! not like all about her being drunk because I pretty much have that planned but like all in like the big picture of the story. It would help me update so much faster to hear your ideas!
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SHERRIE
