The ramming on the door didn't stop. First there was Miley, but when I ignored her, there was Jake. He was obviously getting the message; I hadn't said a word since he'd taken over from his girlfriend, and hopefully he'd leave soon. Leave me alone.
I was sat on the floor, leaning against the bathtub again. I'd locked the door when I came in, but taken the little key out and was twirling it in my hands. When I'd first retreated to the bathroom, I'd been expecting to cry and not stop for a long time. But that hadn't happened. I was just staring at the little key in my hand, twirling it around.
The knocking stopped, Jake's voice lowered and I could tell that he was talking to someone else outside the door. Praying that it wasn't Oliver, I moved my head slightly towards the direction of the wooden frame, trying to hear anything. Anything at all. What I heard was low muttering. Which was just great, because I could distinguish who was speaking and what they were saying. Ugh.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Ughughugh!
Why was everything so messed up? Why, when I was planning on confessing everything to Oliver, did that Crystal skank have to go and ruin everything? She was just a big, fat, stinking... ruiner. That's what she was.
The muttering stopped, and there was suddenly a silence outside the bathroom door. Great. Maybe they've all finally realised that I was not going to open the door, and that they may as well just save their knuckles from bleeding.
What was I going to do? I'd been so close. So close! And then the ruiner had to go and mess it all up, and so now I was back to square one. I didn't like being on square one. In fact, I hated it. Square one was not a comfortable place to be. I'd rather be on square ninety-nine, and have to only roll a one on the dice to win. That was a better square. Instead of stupid, smelly square one.
God, what the hell is this? Why am I thinking such random things, when there is evidently one thing I should be thinking about? Why am I thinking about squares and board games and dice? Stupid.
"So are you planning on coming out at some point?" A voice from the other side of the door made me jump. I hadn't heard anyone approaching, but it had been silent for a few minutes, so I assumed...
Never assume, Lilly. Never assume, because then you make an ass out of u and me. Duh.
Realising a few seconds later that it was the voice of Adam, I sighed, loud enough so that he could hear it through the wooden door. "Well actually, I was thinking that the crack under the door is enough to slide some food under. Y'know... if you slice everything really thinly."
"I'm not sure that'd work. You have no idea how many people have walked over that floor with their muddy shoes, and bacteria infested feet. Personally, I wouldn't eat anything that had been slid under a door that we didn't know." Adam answered, his voice kinda muffled by the wood.
"How can you know a door?" I replied, my voice cracking slightly. Was this why he was talking to me? So that he could have a conversation about the state of the door? I'd always thought he was a weird one.
Adam laughed slightly. "I guess you can't."
Silence resumed for a few more seconds, before: "So... you wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" I feigned, unsuccessfully. The worst liar in the world couldn't have sounded less believable than me right then. Of course I knew what he wanted to talk about - or was asking me if I wanted to talk about. It was blatantly obvious!
"You know what," he replied, obviously not wanting to push me into speaking.
Figuring that another few seconds of pretence wouldn't hurt, I tried to make my voice sound more convincing. "What, what?"
"Lilly."
I sighed again, leaning my head against the edge of the bathtub, and having to resist the urge to bang it against the object. "What is there to talk about?"
"You know that she kissed him, don't you? That he didn't initiate it in any way?" Adam said, choosing to ignore my games.
"He didn't exactly put up a fight though, did he?" I shot back, my voice cracking again. God Lilly, don't cry! I half wanted Adam to disagree with me; to tell me that I was being stupid and that I could go in there and tell him how I felt, and that this was all a minor setback. But even if he had told me that, I'm not sure I'd have been able to do it. I kept seeing them in my mind, and she was kissing him, and he was kissing her and... UGH.
"You didn't exactly stick around to see what he did," Adam retorted, obviously attempting to change my mind. Not that that was going to happen. I mean, I know that Adam has just met me and all, but you'd think that he would know that I was stubborn.
I rolled my eyes before closing them. "How could I? I didn't want to stand there and watch that."
"Lilly..." Adam began, but I cut him off.
"Adam, I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me to go back in there and tell him. But I can't do that now, because I cannot get that image out of my head." I argued, and I heard him leaning his head back on the door. He was obviously sat outside the door.
Adam sighed again. "Lilly, I saw it. And I know how that feels. God, I've seen Rachel kiss enough guys. But I still like her. Because maybe... just maybe, she'll like me now that I've told her. You never know until you try."
If I hadn't just watched Oliver kiss Crystal, and hadn't been replying the scene over and over in my head, he might have made sense. But I had, and so he didn't. "I know. I watched it. He likes her. And I'm the complete opposite, so how can he like me?"
No answer came, and I waited for a few minutes, waiting for his reply. Had he gone? Had he given up? My eyes opened and I was just considering getting up and opening the door to see whether he had gone, when a scratching came from the keyhole, and suddenly the door swung open. My eyes widened in surprise as Adam stood in the doorway, smiling at me sympathetically.
"I'm sorry..." he said, looking at me.
I smiled slightly back, shrugging. "It's not your fault, is it?"
"It isn't. It's yours. For not telling him. Because Lilly, I promise you, that he likes you. No matter how many girls like Crystal that he kisses, it will always be obvious to everyone around you." Adam stepped in the bathroom, and kicked the door shut behind him.
Why didn't he see what I saw?
I shook my head. "Well, tell me what you want Adam, but I can't believe you right now."
Sitting down beside me, he put an arm around my shoulders. "Lilly, as your friend, I am telling you that I speak the truth. And you may not see it yourself right now, and you may not be able to tell him at this point in time. But you will. I promise. You will."
"Whatever you say." I didn't want to argue with him anymore, because I had a feeling that we could go around in circles forever. So, leaning my head on his shoulder, I didn't say anything else. Until a few seconds later. "Adam?"
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Thanks."
Adam smiled. "It's not a problem. You know I'm right."
I didn't. But that was okay. He was there, and that was all that mattered.
Yes, this will still be a Loliver - I'm not planning on making Adam or Lilly fall in love with the other one.
And! If you're a Loliver fan, check out the Loliver forum. We're planning on having a Loliver fanfiction day later on this month, and want to raise awareness! So there's a thread in the forum with the rest of the details, or you can just review here and ask what's going on. I'll send you the details!
