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Why Did Destiny Choose This?
Chapter 9
You shall be forgotten,
Once I opened my eyes again I saw that the person was only a mere civilian who was passing by the café. He looked nothing like Oliver what-so-ever. It was just all in my head. But that was the problem; Oliver was always in my head. How was I to get him out? I sighed and turned around to where Lily was slowly answering the girl's questions.
"Do you want that to stay or to go?" asked the girl behind the counter. She bore a bored tone to her voice.
"To stay please." Lily said impatiently while pushing her fingertips onto the counter. Here face was becoming red and her fingers were becoming white from the pressure that she forced upon them. The girl pressed a few more buttons.
"That'll be $6.75." The girl announced while snapping her gum. Lily shuffled through her wallet angrily for a ten dollar bill. She pulled one out and handed it to the girl. The girl took it and pressed more buttons on her register.
"You're change is--" The girl began. Lily cut here off.
"No, you can keep the change." She said with an ill-tempered voice. The girl shot her a dirty look before turning around and walking into the back room. I chuckled.
"It's not my fault she's like a brick wall." Lily whispered. The girl appeared a few seconds later with two steaming mugs. She placed them onto the counter with an irritated expression on here face. Lily handed my cup to me as she started walking off to a booth in the front of the café. She sat down as I sat across from her. She started sipping at her mug. I looked down into mine and watched the foam swirl around the top. I looked up and around the room. A deep sigh was let out as I saw a couple a few tables away. They looked around eighteen. For some reason the guy looked a lot like Oliver, I shook my head and looked back into my white glass mug.
"Everything okay Miles?" Lily asked. I looked up to see that she was already half done with her coffee. I nodded and propped my elbow onto the table. Why did everything have to remind me of him? Can't I just have one day, where nothing in the world could possibly make me feel worse? I looked up at the clock that was placed above the door leading out of the café. It read eight o'clock. There were two more hours until Oliver and Becca were to be leaving on their first trip together as a happily wedded couple. There I go again. I looked up. Lily as sipping at the last few drops of her mug. I pursed my lips together and stared down into my mug which was still filled to the top. I took one small sip and the heat slightly stung at my lip. I placed the cup down.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seem really out of it." Lily asked with uneasy eyes.
"Yea, I'm fine. I just have some things on my mind." I said with my voice drifting off. Too many things on my mind. Why did this have to happen to me any way? But then again if this didn't happen to be, there would be someone else out there who would feel that same way I do this very moment. I'd rather have me feel this way than to put someone else into this horrible torture chamber. I lifted the warm mug again to my lips and took a small sip. The warmness of the drink made me feel somewhat less cold and numb. I took another sip; there was another slight wash of warmness over me. I placed the cup down without taking my hand off it. Lily was sitting there with her hands around her empty mug staring at a small circle that was engraved into the wooden table. I looked to where the notch was. In the circle there were initials of some very lucky person. Next to their letters was a small heart and on the other side of the heart were the equally lucky person's initials. I suddenly felt cold again and lifted my mug up. I turned my head to meet the rim of the heated white cup. I bit down onto it making a small clinking noise that blended perfectly into the other sounds that came from around the room.
"Miles, I know this isn't the best question to be asking you right now, but what do you see in him? Why did you fall for him?" Lily asked. I looked up from the swirling mass of foam. I set the mug down and felt the same feeling in my throat. The kind that you knew would be hard to hold back, but at the same time could be easily swallowed down and forgotten. He's the kind of guy that's not like others. The kind of boy that will actually listen to what you're saying, instead of cutting you off to watch something on TV or to check out another girl that's passing by. He's the type of person that will hold you when you're feeling upset, and will always be able to tell how you feel just by holding your hand. Oliver's just one of those people you learn never to forget and sadly that was the one unfortunate thing about him. That he as unforgettable and without doubt one of the only people that will be engraved into your memory forever. No matter what, he'll always just be one of those people that you can't go by a day without thinking about. You could go on forever about him, with everything being positive but the ones that you could talk about were the kinds of thoughts that made him the best type of person to be around. He was those one of a kind people. The one's that would never make you cry intentionally. Only if you were in my situation would you ever be forced to cry. I looked up from my Chai tea latte, which I realized was now gone, to Lily's face. Her eyes ere written with concern and utter guilt for asking the question in the first place. I tried to plaster a smile on my face. I swallowed down the feeling in my throat.
"Lily, I don't think that there's one reason in the world… not to have fallen for him." I took my hands off the empty mug, and put them onto the table. I started picking at the nail polish on my nails. The nails that had been freshly done just for the wedding. I felt the smile slowly wipe off my face to only be replaced by an expression that showed heartache. The lump in my throat returned and I feared that it would never go away. I looked up to Lily who seemed to feel like the guiltiest person alive for bringing up the question.
"Don't worry about it Lily. I would've had to face the question someday. Why not now?" I shrugged and placed the "mask" onto my face. She tried to smile but all that showed was something between a half smile and nothing at all. I glanced at the clock. It showed eight forty-five. Only an hour and fifteen more minutes left. I lightly nibbled on the inside of my cheek trying to get the heart wrenching feeling off my mind. The feeling that felt like you carried the weight of a million pounds on your shoulders. The feeling that I loathed to feel and yet the kind of feeling I knew would never go away unless I ere to move into some alternate universe as opposed to England. The feeling that felt like I was burdened with a thousand chains which were all tied around my core and heart; if each chain were pulled or disrupted some way, everything would end right then and there. I lifted my head to the door where a beam of light fluttered in from the sun outside. In stepped a girl and boy around fifteen. Both were hand in hand and held their heads high as if they were the luckiest people in the world; luckier than the richest most powerful person ever, just because they had each other. It was odd, because the girl looked exactly like Becca when she was fifteen, except it wasn't her. It was just someone who looked exactly like her. The boy looked like no one in particular, just your average high school guy. I looked back to Lily who was staring at the same couple I was. Why is everything such a reminder that I can never have someone like that? I sighed deeply.
"Ready to go?" Lily asked, never taking her eyes of the merry pair. I nodded.
"Let's go." I said while grabbing my small bag from the table top. My fingers lightly brushed over the engraved 'S.M. & O.S'. That was some lucky 'S.M.' and 'O.S.' They had each other. Maybe they would still be together now. Maybe they were luckier than me. Lily stood up while picking up her wallet from the table. She started out the door and I followed. As Lily opened the door, the bright, blinding light of the sun's rays stung my eyes. I used my hand to shield the light from my eyes. The scene of cars passing by on the road from my previous scene with nothing but dull lights and a supposedly serene atmosphere. Once my eyes were well adjusted I spread my arms out and let the sun hit me, making me warm. Lily stared at me with an odd expression on her face.
"Have you gone mad?" she asked. I shook my head as she looked into the street for an available taxi to pull up. There were a few honking horns before a cab was able to pull up to the curb. Lily opened the door and gestured me inside. Once she got in and closed the door the full effect of the air conditioning was felt.
"Center Plaza Mall please?" Lily asked the driver. Within seconds the cab pulled away from the curb and into the busy street taking various turns and routes. The entire time I sat with my arm propped upon the window sill and my head resting on the palm of my hand. The view of Malibu houses and buildings passing by. Once we got there I had hardly noticed that the car had stopped. I was too utterly consumed into thinking about him. The main reason why I was worrying and obsession over everything just because they were too much of reminders of what could have been.
"Miley, we're here." Lily announced. I looked up from the window.
"Oh, sorry." I apologized. She nodded and held the door open waiting for me to get out. I slid over and got out of the car. As Lily walked away someone else walked into the cab.
"Los Angles airport please." The person asked for the taxi driver to go. I felt a pang of hurt against my chest. Oliver was going to be there. For some reason everything that I could possibly think of would link up to Oliver some how. How in the world could I get him out of my mind? It's as if I was brainwashed by a pack of crazed howler monkeys Oliver would still be there in the back of my mind. I got a sudden feeling. Like the feeling you forget to do something. I looked around for something that would remind me. Then I stopped when a phone booth came into sight.
"I forgot to call my dad!" I exclaimed as I threw my hands into the air.
"Don't worry about it; he's probably not expecting for you to call until like past one." Lily said as she pulled my arms down as Lily guided me into the front doors to the mall. The sudden chill of air conditioner was a difference from the warm California air. There was nothing in particular that caught my eye when I first walked into the mall. There was the same old clothes that everyone was wearing and that everyone was addicted to. Everywhere I looked there was at least one reminder of Oliver. He seemed to be everywhere, but even if I thought I did see him, I knew that it was only a mere figment of my imagination. He would never be there because he would be always be with Becca. Like now, he was with her at the airport possibly boarding on his plane to Venice. I looked around and felt that there was something else I had forgotten. I glanced around for something, but found nothing. Lily led me into a store which she often went to. I simple had no choice but to follow on account of she had her arms linked around mine tighter than a constrictor with its prey. I shrugged off the feeling and trailed behind wherever Lily went nodding and anything she held up. She half smiled at most of them and put most of them back onto the rack. I crossed my arms and then noticed that something was missing. Oh great…My clutch was gone. It was most likely in the back of the cab.
"Lily I left my bag in the cab!" I yelled.
"What did you have in it?" She asked slowly putting her things back onto the shelves.
"My phone, my credit card, my money, my I.D. Let's put it this way, most of my important stuff!" I yelled. Lily grabbed my arm and rushed me out into the parking lot. She dug around her pocket until she came across her cell. She flipped it open and dialed my number.
"No one's picking up." She said as she snapped her phone shut. I'm never going to hear the end of this.
"Well that guy said he was going to the airport." Lily put in. I raised my eyebrow.
"We can follow it." She implied.
'Lily, what are the chances that it's still going to be there?" I asked. She shrugged.
"It's better than nothing." I nodded as she looked for another cab. There was a car that pulled by and she pushed me into it.
"LAX and step on it." She asked the driver in a somewhat pushy tone. The car sped off.
"What if it's not there?" She asked.
"Then you ask your dad to call the credit card place and have it shut off and then get a new phone." She tried to calm me down. Okay, sounds like an okay plan. But what about my I.D? What if some serial killer stalker finds it and hunts me down!?
"What about my I.D?" I asked her. Lily paused and thought for a moment.
"Don't worry, we'll find it." Just great. What was my dad going to say? "Oh Miles you're such a dunce, no e have to move because there's someone going to be stalking us." I let out a sigh and nervously tapped my fingers on my lap.
"Everything's going to be okay Miles, just calm down." Lily said while rubbing her arm up and down my arm like people did when trying to calm other people down. I placed my hand on my leg, and looked out the window. I saw my reflection in the glass and my expression showed that I was being extremely paranoid. I looked around the cab. The radio was very low as if it were whispering to the cup holders. The air conditioner was freezing up to the point that it was like the cab driver was from Antarctica. I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced over at Lily who was looking ahead at the windshield.
"Lils, I'm sorry." she turned to face me.
"Why are you sorry? It's not like it was your fault or anything." She said.
"In a way it was. I got so caught up with thinking about…things that I had to get you to help me find my bag and then.Yeah." I answered.
"Miley, Miley, Miley. It's not your fault. Everyone gets caught up in things sometimes. Don't beat yourself up for it." She's being too nice. I nodded.
"Thanks Lily." I said.
"There's nothing to thank me for." She smiled and turned to the window that she was next to. I tilted my head so that it leaned against the window. Why did I always have to get caught up in thinking about him any way? He was the main purpose I forgot most things. Like Jackson's birthday for instance.
Flashback:
It was Jackson's twenty-fifth birthday, which was conveniently the day after Oliver had proposed to Becca. I was sitting in my room carefully placing the pictures that I had left out the day before, back into the little wicker basket that was shaped like a shoebox. As the last picture was placed in, one tear fell upon the box. I wiped the tear from the picture that it landed on. I quickly closed the box before any more damage could be done to the perfectly preserved pictures. I slid them under my bed and just as I stood up the cell phone on my nightstand started ringing. There was a sudden feeling like the kind of feeling before you knew you were going to get in trouble. I flipped it open with one swift motion and held it up to my ear.
"Hello?" I tried to sounds as happy as I possibly could.
"Miles where in the world are you!?" My dad exclaimed into the phone. I held the phone slightly farther from my ear.
"In my dorm room?" I said questioningly due to the fact that I was probably supposed to be somewhere else.
"Your dorm room!? You're supposed to be on your way here!" He yelled. I could picture his face in my mind. Angry with a bright red tone to him skin.
"For what?" I dared to ask.
"Your brother's birthday! 'For what?' how could you forget bud!? Please tell me you have the cake at least!" I almost dropped the phone. It was jackson's birthday!?
"Y-y-yea dad. I'll be o-over i-in a f-few minutes. D-don't worry about it!" I said nervously while almost running around my room trying to gather my things and get enough money for a cake that was large enough for twenty people.
"Well you'd better hurry it up!" My dad yelled.
"Okay!" I answered as I shut and locked my door. I flew down the stairs while closing my cell phone and putting it into my pocket book. I scrambled with my hair flying all over the place, but I didn't have enough time to put it up into a pony tail. I scrambled into the car that I owned in college before I sold it off. I started the engine and spent about one hour looking for a bakery that was still open. When I finally did get a cake it read 'Congratulations on your happy day.' It was better than the cake that was next to it reading 'It's a girl!' I ran out the door and back into the silver buggy and drove at a somewhat fast pace. When I had finally got back to my dad's house, everyone was walking their way over to the deck. I saw Jackson standing not so far away and walked a little faster until I tripped over something. Possibly the rug which had been folded over, and just then Jackson turned around causing the cake and his face to meet at a crashing pace.
"Happy birthday Jackson!" I yelled. The room burst out in laughter and Jackson was smiling under the yellow whipped cream, but I had spent an entire month apologizing for caking him in the face.
End of Flashback
So once again I state that me having feelings for Oliver somehow always gets in the way of things. I let out a small sigh that shivered due to the freezing temperatures of the taxi.
"Excuse me, but can you lower down the air conditioner?" I asked politely. The driver looked at me from his rear view mirror. With a grumble and a furrowing of his eyebrows he turned the little knob down one level.
"Thank you." I said and continued looking out the window; the landscape of palm trees, white sand beaches, and stores were passing by. I hated how every little one thing could eventually lead back to Oliver one way or another. The one thing that I hated more was that most things had to link to Becca before they got to Oliver. Like for instance. I saw a green sweatshirt on a mannequin on the display window for a store. I remember that Becca was wearing a green sweatshirt the day that I had found out she liked Oliver. There was a donut store that came into view and went away as quickly as it came. That was self-explanatory. Oliver was a donut. I sighed and looked down from the window and lightly nibbled on the inside of my mouth while picking at a cuticle on my hand. For some reason I felt like Oliver was sitting right next to me, with his arm around my shoulders. His other hand holding mine. It was as if he leaned over and whispered something in my ear, something that I often heard him say to Becca and to her only. I love you. But I knew it was a lie. It was a mere figment of my imagination…
A/n: So that was chapter nine! I'm very sorry again for not updating sooner, but I get very easily distracted from writing and then by the time I get focused, I have to go. So yea, once again please read and review, all constructive criticism is welcome.