Hi guys this is actually important. I've been brainstorming like all the time but I can't think of any ideas for this story anymore. If anyone has any PLEASE help me. haha it'd be wonderful of you. otherwise this story WILL be ending soon. Unless i miracously think of something. doubt that,

okays...

Ways Of Dealing

Chapter 10

The After Math

I slapped my alarm clock with my hand, trying to make it shut up but it just fell onto the floor and continued beeping. Damn it. I had set it for 7:30 because we had to leave for the airport to go home at 8:00. My head is pounding and the sunlight coming through the hotel window is burning my eyes. I tried to sit up, but when I felt a wave of nausea I instantly laid back down. I groaned.

Anna walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her. "Good morning," She smiled.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"What's wrong?" She asked me with an amused look on her face.

I groaned again. "I don't wanna talk about it right now."

"Kay, later then." She smiled and walked back into the bathroom. "And get out of bed." She called from the bathroom.

"I hate you!" I cried, only half serious, from my bed. But I slipped out from the warm soft comforter was greeted by the cold air-conditioning on my bare legs and stomach. I put on a pair of sweat pants and my old black converse with a baggy t-shirt. I had planned on showering and I knew that it would make me feel better but right now I'm just more concerned with sleep. I quickly threw all my stuff in the bag and zipped it up so I could get in bed and rest for a few more minutes before we had to leave.

Only like ten minutes later Anna was shaking me awake again. "Come on, we're leaving."

"Alright," I said, getting out of bed and grabbing my bag, following her out into the hallway where everyone else was waiting.

"Good morning girls, did you double check you're room? Make sure you didn't leave anything behind...?" Mrs. Oken said.

"Yep, we've got it taken care of." Anna said.

"Alright then, let's head out." Mr. Oken said.

I glanced at Oliver, but he wouldn't look at me. "Hey!" I said, smiling at him, hoping he'd talk back to me. But instead he just smiled tightly, looked ahead, and kept walking.

I rolled my eyes and walked behind me. So I got drunk, so what? And the bartender that got me drunk was really hot. It's not like I did anything to harm or hurt Oliver. And plus it's not like he hasn't gotten drunk before. Freshman year he went to a party with his friend Dave and he got really drunk, and some random girl from the party ended up calling Miley and I to take him home because he was out of control. We all slept at Miley's that night and I spent the night in the bathroom with him where he threw up and passed out. Then the next morning we weren't even mad at him! I just told him he probably should not drink so much next time. Had he forgot about that time? Maybe I'd have to remind him... when he isn't so mad at me.

When we were sitting in the gate, waiting for our plane, my stomach started grumbling loudly.

Mrs. Oken, who was sitting next to me, heard it. "Oh dear, you and Oliver should go grab some food before it's time to board the place, here you go." She said, handing me money.

"Thanks," I said, accepting the money and getting up to go. I turned around and saw that Oliver was still sitting down next to his mom.

She nudged him with her elbow. "Go with Lilly, honey."

Oliver sighed, but nodded his head and got up, walking ahead of me. Once we got far enough away from his parents, I grabbed his elbow to stop him.

"Hey." I said, trying to get him to look at me."

"Yeah," He said with some attitude.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Okay, stop being an ass and tell me why you're mad at me." I demanded.

Oliver scoffed. "Was I being an ass last night too when I held your hair as you threw up?" He asked sarcastically, turning his head away from me.

"Okay, first off, I didn't ask you to." I said angrily. "And do you not remember the time I rubbed your back while YOU threw up?" I snapped.

Oliver looked at me. "No, I actually don't."

I shook my head at him. "Come talk to me when you're done being an asshole." I said, then walked away from him. I don't even get why he's being so mean to me! I just wish he would at least tell me why so we could talk about it. I mean I know I got drunk and all but it still I don't think he would get so mad about that.

I went to a breakfast place and got an asiago bagel with sun-dried tomato cream cheese. I sat down to eat my breakfast.

After about five minutes, Oliver came and sat down across from me. He looked at me and sighed, "I'm sorry." Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

I just looked at him, waiting for him to say more. "I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you, especially since I did the same thing."

"Oliver, I just want to know why you were so mad." I say.

He sighed frustradly, running his hands over his face. "I... I don't know Lilly, it's so hard for me to explain. I know it's so much harder for you, you know, dealing with your parents and everything, but it's also hard for me having to see you deal with it. You don't even know how much I worry about you." He admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Before you moved in I had heard my parents reading websites about kids dealing with death, and they were concerned that you'd turn to drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain. That made me worry unbelievably. I decided I wasn't going to let that happen to you, I didn't want to lose my best friend to that stuff..." I looked at him, listening carefully, silently urging him to continue.

"When I saw you how you were last night, I felt like I had failed. Which I know that sounds dumb and I sound like some old dad, but you mean a lot to me Lily and I can't loose you. I was more mad at myself than I was at you for letting you get that way. And I ended up taking it out on you, so I'm sorry and I hope you'll forgive me for being an ass." Oliver, finished taking a deep breath. When he finished he was blushing more, but I was touched that he cared so much.

I touched his hand gently. "Oliver... it's honestly sweet that you care so much, but you really don't have too. It's not you're fault i got drunk, it's mine for being stupid and the dumb bartender for serving me all the drinks. I don't want you to feel like you have to babysit me. And don't worry, by the way I feel today, I don't think I'm ever going to drink again. But next time you're gonna get all mad at me, I'd like the explanation before hand." I said to lighten the mood, smiling.

Oliver laughed. "Okay, deal. As long as you aren't getting drunk again anytime soon." He said to me. I smiled and nodded my head,

"Deal." I said, shaking his hand. I got up and threw my stuff away and Oliver and I walked back to the gate because we'd be boarding soon.

"Oh and Oliver?" I said.

He turned to look at me. "Yeah Lils?"

"Thanks for taking care of me last night."

Sorry it's so short, I know it kinda sucks. I think since i started this story so long ago and then stopped it for like seven months ive kinda lost like all my ideas for it,

Ive been writing a new Loe story but Im trying a new thing where I write the whole story before i post it or anything so i hopefully wont get writers block from leaving it or anything, Anywho, please review WITH HELP! haha thanks!

SHERRIE