Casey POV
I take out the keys to my apartment door, and my hand is shaking so badly that I scratch at the look a few times before I'm successfully able to get the key in. As I flip on the lights, I pray that I remembered to clean up this week. Oh no. I forgot. Again. "I'm sorry about the mess," I tell you in a whisper, my face turning as red as my hair. "It's not a problem," you tell me, smiling. "My apartment is… well let's just say that we seem to have similar cleaning habits." Phew. I walk into the kitchen, searching for the hazelnut coffee I know I have stored in the cabinets. I toss my stuff down on the chair, and sigh as the aroma begins to fill the kitchen. "I love that smell too," you say from the couch. I turn, and find you looking at me. You have an odd gleam in your eye, and your mouth is contorted in a sort of half smile. I feel a jolt go through me, and I can't help but ask you why you have that silly grin on your face. "You," you say, your gaze never shifting, your smile never wavering. That just about does it for me, as my legs turn to jelly and my hands shake slightly as I bring the mugs over to where you are sitting. "Really," I stutter, as I take a seat opposite you, and let my finger trace around the edge of the cup. You look like you are contemplating the cup of coffee that I've just given you, and then you set it down. "Casey," you start, and I look directly into your eyes, the chocolate brown eyes that make me… oh, you're waiting for an answer. "Yeah?" I say quietly. "Tell me Casey. Tell me that you don't feel what's happening between us. Tell me. Tell me, that you have no feelings for me, please, so that I can go and figure out the next way I'm going to make a fool of myself in front of you." I see the hurt play across your face; you think you've screwed up big time. I have to stop you from hurting, stop you from leaving, I've gotta… answer you dammit because I realized that I've been staring at you. "I feel it Liv." And I start to cry. I cry, because after I say those words, you come over to me and with one kiss, you chase away all the loneliness.
Olivia POV
I stick my hands in my pockets, my head filled with thoughts of how this could turn out. I laugh softly to myself as I see you miss the lock several times with your key. You must be nervous too. As we go into your apartment, I notice that it is a little unorganized, and so do you, because you apologize in a rush of words. "It's not a problem," I tell you, since my apartment looks like this too, probably worse. You walk around the kitchen, I assume to look for the coffee that you promised in the car, and I think. Should I tell you? I know I have to eventually, since I see you almost everyday. I keep watching you, losing my concentration. All I can see now is you and every small movement you make. I know that I must have the goofiest look ever recorded on my face, but I don't even try to wipe it off. I want you to see it now. You do, and ask me why I have it plastered to my face. You, I say, with the voice of a confident person, even though my confidence level is about as big as a mouse. But it works; I see you sway on the spot, your face turning as red as your hair. You come over to the couch, eyes avoiding mine, but I know that I'm ready now to tell you, whether or not you accept me. But it needs to be now. "Casey," I call out to you. You answer timidly, as always. But I know I have your attention, and I let it all pour out. "Tell me Casey. Tell me that you don't feel what's happening between us. Tell me. Tell me, that you have no feelings for me, please, so that I can go and figure out the next way I'm going to make a fool of myself in front of you." And now, I don't know whether to think that we're through or not. I feel the hurt coursing through my veins, displaying itself on my face. But then I hear the words that I've longed to hear for so long: "I feel it too, Liv." And that makes it all better, because in a second I'm over in your arms, kissing you, and you chase away all the loneliness.