Author's Note: Three hours, two cans of Mountain Dew, and a quick jog around my block later and here is the next addition. I'm in a very good mood and totally jazzed. So here is some Lily/Oliver fun.
Lily: Hi! Oh, it's so good to hear from you again. I had thought you were avoiding me for almost killing you (twice) and making you loose all the feeling in your legs. But I suppose you are being the better person and coming back to say 'hello.' (No hard feelings then right?)
I should have come with you guys. The carnival sounded like fun. Tell Ollie no worries about his shoes because I, being your brilliant writer pal, will write new shoes into the story for him. Also I would love to come to Beatrix's play. She really is a good actress. If you happen to see CraftyNotePad anywhere tell her I said hey.
Also, I did follow that whole "butterfly" thing you were talking about. Silly of me really, to neglect that. I will try my best to straighten all of that out. Time travel is so confusing, as I'm sure you understand. Sorry about Robert, but blame it on me, the absent minded writer. I forgot about bathrobes… odd really because I usually have you dressed in those all the time.
But tell our good friend CraftyNotePad this as well: We all might enjoy the ending I have cooked up. (Wink, wink.)
Music: Cake- Sheep go to Heaven, Love You Madly, Stickshifts and Safetybelts, Comfort Eagle. (Did I mention I like Cake?) And Schuyler Fisk- Paperweight.
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(November 19, 2034 Lily/Oliver: 43 and Beatrix: 8)
OLIVER: "I'm not feelin' alright today! I'm not feelin' that great!"
I can hear Lily singing along with Cake in the bathroom. The door is closed so I can't see her swinging her head around. I'm lying on the bed, sunbathing. Beatrix is sitting across from me on the edge of the bed.
She is painting her toenails green. "You like this color?" She asks. I look over at her and then at her toes.
"Their pretty spiffy." I smile as she giggles and continues painting. The bathroom door opens and Lily rolls out, her hair is down and a little frizzy.
"Damn blow drier." She mutters going over to the drawer and pulling out a headband and shoving it in her hair. "Do I look ok Oliver?" She frowns.
"You look beautiful." I assure her but she just shakes her head. I shrug and watch Beatrix as she blows on her feet. I sit up from the bed and stretch.
"What do you pretty ladies want for breakfast?" I yawn.
"Eggs!" Beatrix cheers.
"Same for me!" Lily smiles, digging through the dirty clothes basket. I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Lily? What are you doing?"
"I left something in my pants pocket yesterday. It was my list of books I want Miley to get for me… arrh! Where is it?!"
"Come on Bumble Bee lets go make some eggs." I wave at Beatrix, beckoning her to follow me. She jumps up from the bed and walks with her toes spread far apart so the nail polish won't smear.
I pull out a black pan from the bottom cabinet and take our four eggs from the fridge. Beatrix gets out the orange juice and cups. I hear Lily calling me as I move the sizzling eggs around the pan.
I turn off the stove and run back up the stairs. Lily is waiting by the top of the steps. I lift her up and we walk down together. We have two wheelchairs now, one for upstairs and another for down. We're so smart, so practical.
I put Lily in her usual seat and we eat. I make coffee and Beatrix hums a song I don't know, something popular. Jake calls later on and asks if we want to go out tonight. I check with Lily and she's in good sprits so we're going.
LILY: I've been gaining weight. For once in my life that's a very good thing. Oliver often tells me I have a healthier glow about me these days. I'm even getting a littler darker. I'm no longer sickly and pale. Go me!
The Ryan's have asked us out tonight and I'm a little excited. We're going over to their house for dinner. Jake is cooking so I told Oliver and Beatrix we're going to eat before going to their house. Jake's a great guy… he just can't cook worth a darn, not like my Ollie.
Oliver is putting a CD into the stereo. Beatrix has run upstairs to get dressed already. I wait as the music starts. It's our old Cake album.
"I heard you singing it in the bathroom today." Oliver smiles turning up the beat.
"I was in a Cakey kind of mood." I smirk twirling a strand of my hair in between my fingers.
"Really?" Oliver grins placing each of his hands on either side of my chair. He leans down and we kiss. My hands find their way around his neck. Oliver taste like coffee, black coffee. His hands are on my cheeks and then at my hips.
He pulls back, "What are you thinking about?" He asks, breathless.
"December 5, 2009." I smile, playing with his hair.
(December 5, 2009 Oliver and Lily: 18)
OLIVER: "How can you two stand to listen to them?!" Miley whines while shaking her head.
"Come on Miley! I'm allowed to like all kinds of different music. Besides, you're always going to be my favorite." Lily smiles sweetly towards Miley.
"Well what do you think Lily?" I ask holding out the two tickets. She squeals and jumps into my arms.
"You're the best Ollie! I can't believe you got Cake tickets! Am I lucky or what?!" She kisses me and I blush, I never liked public displays. We walk over to the lunch table. I put the tickets in my back pocket.
For the rest of the afternoon Lily and I walk arm in arm humming, Comfort Eagle. Every so often we'll stop and turn to one another and point and say, "DUDE!" Miley, being a good friend, puts up with us. But it's during our little Cake dance that she finally snaps.
"THAT'S IT!"
Lily and I stop dead in our tracks. We're walking home from school and Miley is planning a study party at her house. But by the way she is glaring at us she might be rethinking the afternoon.
"Please spare me." She begs. "I don't even like these guys and after today I already know the words." She tells us tying her hair up into a bun.
"Sorry Miley." Lily giggles.
"Yeah sorry Miles…" I smile. "Oh! Lily I'll pick you up around six okay? The concert starts at seven and I want to get good spots."
She nods and waves me off as she and Miley head to Miley's house to do girly stuff. I walk home with a smile. Now, the only problem is if Lily disappears. But, I have a very good feeling about tonight.
I pick Lily up and she is dressed to impress. She's wearing less baggy pants then usual, they are tight and hug her curves nicely. Her hair is curled and I have to fight the urge to run my fingers through it.
She's wearing a bit more make-up then this morning, but that's just fine. Her top is blue and I see so much more of Lily in it. Ooh Cake here we come!
The parking lot is packed when we get there. I settle for a space in a whole different area. We'll have to walk a bit but, who really cares? We link arms and run to get in line. She places her head on my shoulder and snuggles up to my neck. I kiss her head and we wait to be ticketed.
I hand a very scruffy and pissed looking man our tickets. He is wearing a black shirt with the word: SECERITY written in white. We walk inside. The ceiling is set up high and there are stands with food and merchandise.
I promise Lily we'll get T-shirts during the intermission. We reach the theater and I find us a place close to exit, just in case Lily decides on a disappearing act. I shed my jacket and Lily ruffles up my shaggy hair.
I roll my eyes at her but she just laughs. Minutes later the theater is packed. A group of kids sit next to us. There are four of them, all couples. Two have Cake t-shirts with the pink pig on the front.
The stage is dark. I check my watch and look at Lily she is standing still and glancing in all directions. She's taking it all in. Suddenly bright light aluminates the stage, John McCrea walks up to the mic.
"Greetings we are Cake. We are here to serve you. Thank-you for coming to our music show." He says. And then they start up a few funky cords and volia! It's Love You Madly.
"Dance with me!" Lily shouts over the screams and trippy trumpet. I take her hand and lead her out to the mosh pit. But this is Cake- no moshing. Head banging and belting out each word- yes.
("I want to love you madly! I want to love you now!")
I twirl Lily around and then pull her to me. We sway back and forth with other couples and we bob our heads to the beat.
("When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea!")
Lily and I have never been great dancers, try as we might it never matters, we're the worst. But having a pretty blond pressed up against you during a long wild trumpet solo never hurt…
("I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I should have done!")
During a personal favorite of mine (Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps) I hear Lily swear. We are standing back by our seats. She sits down and puts her head between her legs. "Shit… shit… shit… not now…"
"Lily?" I say bending down to her. "Do we need to go?"
She nods her head, still looking down."Come on." I pick her up and help her out of the theater. I can still hear John's voice from outside. We walk together and into the bathrooms… the girl's bathrooms.
I set Lily down on the counter. She breathes in and out through her nose. I'm getting a little jumpy. My hands start shaking. But I have to come across cool and composed. If I'm not calm then neither will Lily.
I put my hand on her hand. She opens her eyes and smiles. "I think I-"
And she's gone. Her clothes pile on the sink. My mind goes into overdrive. I can't handle this! What am I suppose to do? Wait?
I look down, my shoe is untied. I bend down and fix it. As I'm standing back up there is a loud crash from behind one of the stalls.
"Lily!"
"Oliver!"
I knock on the green colored stall. "Could you give me my clothes Ollie?" I slide over and pick up her clothes. I stand on my tip toes and I see Lily's hand reach up over the stall. I hand over her jeans, shirt, underwear, and bra. I blush at the last two items but I let it slide. I can't imagine what Lily is thinking.
She comes out and smiles at me. Her hair is a little firzzier then before and strighter and her face is flushed.
"What'd I miss?" She asks running a finger through her hair.
"Their playing Nugget." I say.
"Damn, that's a good one." She grumbles walking over to the sink and washing her hands.
"Where'd you go?" I'm suddenly intrigued now that she is back and safe. I hear her laugh and a smile curves across her face as she digs into her small purse. She pulls out her ruby red lipstick (my favorite) and spreads it on.
"I was with you." She answers putting away the tube and turning to me. She kisses my cheek. I look in the mirror and see her lips inprinted on my skin. I smile and gently brush my fingertips over the marking.
Ever since I had sex for the first time with older Lily it's been a little hard concentrating. I catch myself watching her hips swing back and forth down the hallways. And when she kisses me my mind flahes to that fateful November afternoon. It's frustrating knowing how good it's going to be. How special.
"You comin' Ollie?"
I jerk my head back to Lily who is standing in the doorway of the bathroom. I nod and walk over to her. We link hands together and walk back to the concert.
(November 19, 2034 Lily/Oliver: 43 and Beatrix: 8)
LILY: I hate Jake Ryan. I told Beatrix a million times not to eat that soup, but she was still hungry. And it dosen't matter because it's all stupid movie star Jake Ryan's fault for making my kid sick.
Oliver is on his hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor. Beatrix couldn't hold it in long enough to actually puke in the toliet. She is whimpering in my lap. Her eyes are red and tired, it's around four in the morning.
I'm so beat, I know at any minute I'm going to just pass out. I feel bad for Oliver. If I could I would help him, but I can't so I'm cuddling little Bee. The evening, for the most part, was very eventful. Miley and I chatted and laughed with the boys.
The kids watced TV and put in a movie or two. It wasn't until we got home that Beatrix mentioned she wasn't feeling very well. I curse the next day I ever let Jake near a stove again!
"There." Oliver sighs standing and wiping his hands in his dirty T-shirt. "I think we're good… how are you feeling Bee?"
Beatrix shrugs. "I'm tired." She mumbles. I feel her forehead with my cool hand. She feels warm, but not as hot as before. Oliver picks her up and I follow slowly rolling behind them.
We kiss her goodnight and shut off the lights. But like Oliver, Beatrix likes her nightlight. I flick it on and we head off to bed ourselves. Oliver helps me into my pajamas and I watch him undress. How is it that Oliver stays so sexy?
We curl up next to one another and I listen intently to his heartbeat. He rubs my back and I feel the shivers from years ago. "Night." He yawns. I kiss his cheek and we're gone, back to dreamland…
(December 1, 2034 Lily/Oliver: 43 and Beatrix: 8)
LILY: It amazes me. Now, Oliver in general flat out blows my mind but we haven't made love since my accident. I've always had too much pent up sexual energy, which is very guy like. But Oliver hasn't prolonged any kisses or hinted in that way in a long while. It's starting to bug me.
I'm getting a bad, bad itch for my Ollie. Maybe he's scared, maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore… I highly doubt that. When we are together in bed, just before we fall alseep. He looks at me like no one else ever has. It makes me feel eighteen again. It makes me blush like mad.
I've tried leading him on. Little things, tiny things. Some days when Beatrix is out with a friend I'll corner Oliver in the living room, or kitchen. I'll kiss him hard, and fast. I'm being very obvious. What more does he want?!
OLIVER: Lily has finally gone mad. I know what she wants but… I'm afraid. I don't know how to handle her anymore. What if something goes wrong and I hurt her, or well what about her legs? I'd rather just leave it alone, no matter how much I want to pin her down.
Its late afternoon, Lily is reading on the couch and I'm not going into work today. I've let Roger, one of my co-workers, be in charge today. I've been tired lately. I don't feel like reading anything.
I've already made dinner; all that's left is to heat up the meatloaf. Beatrix is at another piano practice and I don't have to pick her up this time. Miley's taking care of everything.
I curl up with two of our couch pillows and try taking a nap. Closing my eyes feels good. I've been having more nightmares, every time I close my eyes she's there, leaving me, or worse, dying. What more is there for us to do?
Doctor Brown isn't any help, we've told older Beatrix, now what? The questions run wild, but answers are even harder. Everything loops back together like one big circle. I feel like a dog chasing his tail. I sit up, sleeping is impossible.
Lily, somehow maneuvered her way back into her chair, and is at the kitchen table. The old long white paper from years passed is spread out. Looking over old dates, Lily sits hunched over with a pen.
"What're you up to?" I ask scratching my ear and walking over to her.
"I want to know if older Beatrix does happen to save me, won't there just be another death awaiting me after this one?"
I sit down and look over the two other dates that are circled. "Those two use to be my D-Day but now their not. I'm not getting it." Lily confuses scribbling something out.
"Well what if Beatrix saved you. Because she time traveled to you here." I point to the date, November 22, 2033. "And since you didn't take the new medicine Doctor Brown proscribed for you, then you're not going to die on December 3, 2034… which is in a few days." Seeing that makes me shiver.
"I know!" Lily grips. "I just don't understand October 27, 1995! How did she save me? What is Beatrix not telling us? Wait! What if she doesn't remember! What if it never happened! Oh my God how could I be so stupid?"
I watch her shake her head and frown. "Lily?"
"When you change one thing in the present it changes everything in the past and flips the future. If Beatrix saved me from that drug then she went back to a different present. Her whole life changed because I didn't die then."
"What about October 27th then?" I ask looking over the paper.
"Maybe it never really happened." Lily thinks biting her lip. "Maybe I just thought it was me because, hello, naked blond woman." Lily stops and stares down, she's in deep thought. "Or, then again, Beatrix saved me. I don't know and I don't see how we can ever know. But," She takes a big red marker and x's out the two D-Day dates. "These are never going to happen."
"Well what about now?" I think out loud. "If Beatrix can save you this time, what next?"
"I'm not sure; Beatrix always told me this was the last one. If I could beat this I've beaten death… but I find that high unlikely."
We sit in silence. I would like to think this is it. That if Beatrix saves Lily now it will all be over. What a pretty thought.
Lily throws her pen across the table and sits back. Her whole face is frowning. "I'm so lost Oliver."
I put my arm around her and let her head fall on my shoulder. "I'll throw you a rope."
"Tie it around me?" She asks.
"And bring you home." I finish, kissing her cheek. She leans up and stares at me. I keep my face close to hers. Her blue eyes look dead in the kitchen lights. I run a finger down her jaw line and watch her body shiver. What am I doing?
Lily kisses me. Her lips are so familiar but I've forgotten how good they can taste. My mind blurs and all I can feel, taste, see are her dark red lips. I remember how good this can be. I let my hands wander up her shirt.
"Please…" Lily breathes against my mouth. I pull back, fast.
"No." I state weakly.
"What are you afraid of? Me?" She wonders aloud. I shrug my shoulders and look around the room.
"Maybe." I answer.
"Don't be." She tells me cupping my face in her warm hands. "I want this… don't you?"
And then we are kissing. I don't know who leaned in first or whose lips touched whose first. It doesn't matter.
Lily is so light and easy to handle. I pick her up with ease. We stop kissing and I bring us upstairs. We never lost eye contact. Laying her on the bed I watch her hair spread out against the pillows.
Her leg's lay dead and cold. I clear my throat. I'm rethinking this. She takes control of the situation and pulls me to her. And then there's nothing to fear. It's only Lily, the girl I've known my whole life. The girl I'm madly in love with.
LILY: Oliver has his head on my chest. I'm running my fingers through his messy mop of brown hair. Oliver was always the right distraction I needed. I don't want to think about the paper sitting on the kitchen table. Or the lost dates. Or time. I hate time. Lying with Oliver has no time. We free ourselves from the hold, from the tension.
I hear the front door open. Miley and Beatrix's voices fill the house. "Lily? Oliver?" "Mommy? Daddy?" And then time chokes me.
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Author's Note: This is getting very confusing, even for me. I'm trying my best for everything to be clear but in writing that scene with Lily and Oliver about time travel I think I went a little crazy in my own head. This is where the headaches come in. Anyway I hope your still enjoying everything. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions please feel free to voice them.
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