Chapter 36: Coming Home

***Olivia's POV***

For hours, we don't run out of things to talk about. At one point we are watching the sun set over the waves and Jordon spaces out. "Jordon," I say, trying to get his attention. "Jordooon," I wave my hand in front of his face. Still nothing. I lean forward and put my hand on his neck and kiss him. I pull away by a few inches, and we make eye contact.

"What was that for?" He said, not breaking eye contact.

"You spaced out on me there for a minute," I said.

"Oh did I?" He says.

"Yeah, for a minute there,"

"Sorry babe,"

"It's cool, it happens," I shrug.

All was quiet for a moment. "So what were you thinking in that head or yours?"

"Eh, nothing important,"

"Okay," I laugh, "if you say so."

"Hey, do you wanna head home for the night?" Jordon asks.

"Sure! I think I've gotten enough sun for one day!" I say, beginning to gather up my things.

He plucks my beach umbrella out of the sand and closes it. "Want me to carry this to your car?" He asks.

"Sure! Thank you!" I say putting my towel in my beach bag, then sliding my sandals on.

"No problem!" he says, grabbing my free hand, as we headed for our cars.

"And thanks for coming, I had a really good time," I said, probably blushing.

"It was my pleasure," he leans over and kisses my cheek.

"So how did recording go?" I ask, putting my key in the keyhole of the trunk and twisting to pop it open.

"It went well, we're pretty much almost done with the recording process," he puts the umbrella in my trunk.

"That's great!" I smile at him.

"Yeah," he smiles and shuts my trunk. "Did I tell you how sexy you look in that swimsuit?" He leans toward me with a crooked smile.

"No," I lean towards him, he wraps his arms around my waist, and I sink into him, he puts his head by mine. "Well you do," he says in my ear.

"Well thanks," I smiled sweetly at him, he leaned to me and I pecked his lips.

He let go of me, "See you at home," he says, before turning around and heading for his car.

I walk to my door and get in the car, grabbing my keys out of my purse (which gets tossed to the side) and putting them in the ignition to start the car, then I started to make my way back to the house. I turned on the radio and a familiar song was on, I quietly sang along to the words.

***Jordon's POV***

I drove quietly back to our house from the beach, since my stereo was now broken. Well, actually my speakers are broken and that's kinda (totally) my fault. But the quiet can sometimes be a bad thing, it leaves you alone with all of your thoughts. But lately that's not been such a bad thing, because all my thoughts seem to be about her. And not that her. I just don't know what it is about Olivia that she's got me so- so caught up. I think it's a little early to call this love but it sure is something. She's got a really, really pretty smile, maybe the prettiest I've ever laid eyes on and she's got this badass little body that drives me crazy.

In all of my thoughts I miss the turn back to the house. But I stopped to pick something up from this magical place called the liquor store. Just a little something special for me and Olivia to drink on. When I get home I park in my usual spot and go inside, where everyone is sitting in the living room except Olivia. I put the stuff I bought in the fridge for a little later and walk in to greet my longtime friends and band mates. I sit next to George on the love seat.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey man! How was the beach?" George asks.

"It was really good," I smile.

"Awwwe man would you look at that smile!" Dylan says.

I struggle not to blush but I can feel my cheeks warming up. What the fuck am I? Some ducking high school girl?

"Damn, dude, are you blushing right now?" Jorel points out. I can feel them getting even warmer now.

"I think he is," George adds.

"Leave him alone you guys, he likes the girl." Matt comes to my rescue.

"Thanks Matty," I nod at him.

"We're not saying it's a bad thing," George starts, "We're just saying it's been a long time since we've seen you like this, happy," he slaps me on the back.

All I can do is nod. It was true, I wasn't happy with the way things were before this.

"Did she say anything when she came in?" I ask the guys.

"Just hey, and that she had some stuff to put away and that she would be up soon," Jorel tells me.

"Alright, I think I'm gonna head down there, I picked us up some Sterling Vineyard wine."

Everyone stops for a second and looks at me, "Daaaaamn you sure know how to treat 'em," Dylan says.

"She mentioned at the beach that she has wanted to go forever, she's really into wine," I say, getting up. "I'll be back in a little while," I announce.

I get "okays" and "alrights" from them and I head down stairs. The light in the den is off and I can see light spilling from Olivia's doorway. I feel a little more antsy the closer I get to her bedroom, I come to stand in her doorway. She is sitting on the floor in front of the closet looking through some boxes, she has her hair piled into a messy pile on top of her head. It was so cute it made me smile. She doesn't notice my presence at first, not until I greet her.

"Hey!" She looks up with a smile.

"Whatcha doin?"

"I went and picked up some more of my clothes from the house today, I'm just trying to get all of this stuff put up," she looks at the box of clothes in front of her.

"I see, did you have fun at the beach?"

She smiles at me, "Yeah, I really did! Did you?"

"It's the best day I've had at the beach in a long time,"

"That's good!" She flashes me that smile, then focuses her attention on some colorful shorts and other articles of clothing.

"Uh," I search for something to say, "do you want some help babe?"

She looks up and smiles gratefully, "yeah, thank you!"

I go to her and sit down on the floor, where she has several piles of clothes that she has sorted, into colors it looks like. But she has blacks, whites, and beiges together? I didn't know, I wasn't going to question her methods.

"Can you put these in that drawer over there?" She gives me a stack of shorts and points to a drawer on the long dresser. I get up and do as I'm asked.

This goes on for a while, she organizes and folds clothes, and I put them away. She empties a box and puts it to the side, then we go through another one, filling up most of the long dresser, and a drawer of the tall dresser.

"Okay," she sighs, "I think I'm done with this for tonight, we got about half way through so that's good,"

"Olivia... How many clothes do you have?" I ask, I look at the petty good sized closet that looks about as filled as it could be. She looks at the closet, then looks at the dressers, and two boxes almost overflowing with clothes.

"Uh, a lot," she blushes, laughing. "I've been the same size since I was about 17 so it's kinda just added up," she shrugs, "And I even downsized my wardrobe a bit before I moved over here, ya know, got rid of a lot of clothes,"

"Sweet lord girl," I laugh.

"Yeah," she laughs with me, "Do you wanna go hang out upstairs?"

"Yeah," I smile and we both get up to head upstairs.