The final instalment of eyeliner and Mascara AND Eyeliner and Mascara – Reapplied is here! This is it, so I hope you enjoy it.
"Shattered"This place is just bringing back memories, from 'that' night! The night that brought out the true 'I'm going to leave you stranded in a restaurant' side of Enrique. Maybe it would have been better if there had been a window in the bathroom, that way he could have escaped and I wouldn't have embarrassed him and this whole mess wouldn't have happened. Instead, I would have broken up with him. You may now be thinking, 'Gosh, he's being a bit melodramatic!', and maybe I am? But that's beside the point, I have a right to be angry, very angry! And I am. Enrique didn't have the balls to face the problem and thought he'd take the easy way out! The open window approach. Well he was foiled!
I do find it a bit strange that there would be no windows in the bathroom, it definitely seems the type of room that would need a little 'fresh air'. Though maybe they were just too small to get out of? I gotta check this out. Though how to get into the girls toilets with out getting very 'strange' looks. I guess I could just step in there, and if there are any females in there just say….'Woops, wrong bathroom'. Easy enough.
Ok……breathing in……..breathing out……… Just do it, it's not like they'll beat the shit out of you for walking in there. Or will they? Well they do all know that I'm gay, and I don't think girls mind to much if a gay guy were to walk in 'accidentally'. Ok, I'll do it. I open the door and step in, read to say my line.
"Woooo……." Empty. Lucky me. I close the door behind me. As soon as I turned around, the first thing I noticed, well the second thing, cause the first thing was the ghastly shade of maroon of the walls. UGLY. But the next thing I noticed, was a huge, and when I say huge, I mean empire state building huge, window leading to the outdoor garden, oh, and here's something else, a door, a door leading outside to the outdoor seating. I'm guessing that anyone looking for an easy escape from ravenous monsters and/or a completely humiliating situation could use either one of these routs to, might I say, escape.
So does that mean Enrique couldn't leave me, he came back for me, not because there was a lack of window in the bathroom.
So this also means that I just shut him down for no reason, and he's leaving to go back to Italy, any moment now. Why am I explaining this in my head? What a waist of precious time! I have to get to the airport!
Ok, what gate is Enrique's flight leaving from? His flight was for 7:50. So I've got like 2 minutes to get there and stop him from catching that flight. My rushed thought is interrupted by a mind reading announcement.
"750 flight to Rome, last boarding call. Gate 11. Last call" NoWAY….. gate 11 is like a freeking mile away! Thre only thing I can think to do is…..RUN. I hate running.
Running very 'un-elegantly' to Gate 11, I have to take a quick breather out the front of gate 7. So, I'm not the most athletic person I know. I'd like to see you run, dodging the crowd! It's difficult.
Taking off again, determination to get there in the next 20 seconds
Gate 8…..
Gate 9…..
Gate 10………..
Gate 11……closed, the gate is closed. The attendants are packing up. I was too late.
I guess you could say, he slipped through my fingers.
This just has not been my day. Maybe I can call him later, and say 'I'm sorry…….blah blah blah' How original. I should have believed him; he said that he wouldn't have left me. This is just gay. Mind you, this whole situation just proves my theory, that life is just one big joke. And everyone and everything else exists for the soul purpose of pissing me off.
That's it! I'm just going to go home and sleep on it. I want this day to be over!
I unlock the front door, the house is quiet. Too quiet. It's very disturbing, because it's never quiet. Johnny or Robert or…….Enrique are always doing 'something' loud. Music, T.V, games….etc. I miss the noise. Which is ironic because I was always telling them to shut the hell up. I guess its true that you never really know what you had until it's taken away. Or in my case thrown away. This must mean that Johnny and Robert have gone out, and Enrique…..well we all know where Enrique is.
There's a light resinating from my room down the hall. :gasp: What if it's a burglar. What if they steal Ruffer! NO! They can't, he WON'T be stolen from me again. I seize a nearby vase.
Running down the corridor I almost take a very un-elegant fall, despite this making it to my room un-scathed, an pushing the slightly ajar door open, holding the vase good and high, read to strike.
"Step away from the stuffed animal!" In yell before jumping forward into the room, waving the vase around dangerously. Not dangerously because I'm endangering the other occupant of the room, but dangerously because I almost decapitate myself with it, in an attempt to look frightening.
"Oliver….." What the f:ck?
"Enrique.." I almost drop the vase, but very un-gracefully catch it before it shatters into one million pieces. I fight off the strong erg that takes over my body to scream and shout in victory of finally catching something, and keep my concentration on Enrique, who has magically appeared from his plane to take on what looks like a material form in my room. OR maybe he didn't catch the plane at all?
"Where were you?" He asks dully, standing from my bed and walking to me at the door.
"I was….at the airport" I say quietly. He puts two and two together and smiles. "Why aren't you back home?" I question as he stops in front of me.
"This is my home" He says. That was sooooooo cliché! "Besides, I thought about it, and I don't think I could spend any more time with my mother than I have to already. So I decided that I was going to stay here and force you to take me back." He pauses. " From now on, I'm going to ask you every hour, on the hour to take me back, until you get so annoyed that you say yes." I shake my head and laugh.
"So, Oliver, I'm so sorry, and I hope you can find it with in yourself to forgive me, and take me back" He asks sincerely, his face serious. I smile thoughtfully pretending to have to think about it.
"Enrique…..I'll take you back" He looks slightly shocked, but quickly gets over it.
Now overjoyed, he lifts me up into the air, my weight is like nothing as I defy gravity.
"On one condition.." I add. He puts me down.
"Anything" This time it's my turn to be serious.
"This time, your in it for the long haul." Now I smile, and add. "So don't f:ck it up this time!" Leaning he whispers.
"I think I can manage that" His breath tickles my mouth, before our lips meet. And for the first time in a long time, I feel sane, relaxed but best of all, I feel happy. The future is finally bright.
So what else can I say? I told Enrique all about going to the restaurant and my change of heart. He laughed. And told me that I should believe him more often, mind you I still don't see that happening. Everything's back to normal. I'm still Obsessive. Enrique's moved back in. Robert's still an uptight twat. Johnny's back to being an arse. Life is good. Oh and I can't forget, me and Enrique made sure Johnny got his cermupants for stilling Ruffer, but that's another story!
I know that this was shorter than Eyeliner and Mascara, but frankly, there wasn't much more I could do.
I hope you liked this story as much as I liked writing it. It was soo much fun. Now that it's finished it's going to be a bit weird for me, because Oliver was my way of expressing myself. Oliver was me.
I'm going to try and think of something else to write. I don't quite know what yet.
If anyone has any ideas, please give me a yell.
It would be great to get reviews on what you thought about this chapter, or the whole story in general. I'll try and reply to all reviews that I get for this chapter.
Thank you so much for everyone's support. I'm so surprised, that considering Oliver and Enrique aren't main characters, but I still had so many reviews.
So Thank you!
I dedicate this chapter, to everyone that ever reviewed, for either E&M Or Reaplied.
Thank you, and goodbye for now.
BOE4eva
Cassie