I knew as soon as I said it that I went way too far. Why I said it, I have no idea. I grabbed a pen and wrote on my hand 'Bring apology gift to Olivia before work'. I walked to my door, grabbing my coat as I walked outside to my car. I hopped in, and drove to the store. I browsed through the aisles, and found the perfect thing to give her. It was a teddy bear that was holding a heart that said "I'm Beary Sorry". I smiled and paid for it, then walked outside and tossed it into the passengers seat. I drove back home and made some Velveeta, even though it was 8:00. I ate it, but couldn't really focus. I cleaned up when I was done, and went to bed. I had nothing else to do...
*Olivia's PoV*
I drove back to my condo, choking back tears. Why would he even go there? I mean, first ignoring me completely, then... Gahh! I walked inside, and Krysta and Kendall looked up from the couch. Krysta gave me a concerned look, I guess because my eyes were red and my makeup was starting to run. I just shook my head and went into my room. I plopped down face-first onto my bed, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. There was a knock on my door.
"Olivia? You okay?" Krysta asked.
"Leave me alone," I responded.
She opened the door anyway.
"You don't sound okay."
I looked up at her, and she gave me a sympathetic smile.
"You wanna tell me what happened?"
"I guess..."
"Well?"
"You know how Logan pretty much ignored me all weekend, right?"
She nodded, so I went on.
"So I was at his house tonight, and we ended up talking about work, which led to a huge fight, and he said something, and... And I'm going home tomorrow."
"You're... You're going home? What'd he say?"
"I asked him if it was too much to take 5 seconds to send me a text or somehing, and he said, 'Well, you wouldn't know! You've had ONE part on a show. MY show.'"
"What an asshole! But is it really enough to go home?"
"I don't know. I've spent my entire life hearing insults fly at me. Hearing 'you're not good enough' from Logan... It was too much. He went too far. I already called my mom."
"Oh. So... I guess that means I'm going home too."
"No! You don't have to come back for me."
"My mom told me that if you go home, I have to go back with you."
"But what about Kendall? Are you gonna break up with him?"
"No no no. We'll try long distance maybe?"
"I guess that could work. I'm gonna start packing. You should too. "We need to make our goodbyes tomorrow."
We started packing, and cleaned up the condo. We went to sleep around 11, after we finished packing and cleaning.
*Logan's PoV*
I went to work, but could barely focus. Finally, when the producers said I could go, I bolted out the doors without even a goodbye. I drove to Olivia's condo, occasionally glancing at the bear in the passenger seat. When I pulled in, I grabbed the bear and rushed up the stairs. I knocked on the door, but a woman I didn't recognize answered the door.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked.
"There were two girls staying here, 22 years old. Where are they?"
"Oh, they left this morning. Suitcases and everything."
"Do you know where they went?"
"No, sorry."
"Oh. Thanks anyway."
She closed the door, and I sighed. They could be ANYWHERE by now! I called Kendall, figuring he would know, since he's with Krysta.
"Hello?" he answered his phone.
"Hey Kendall. Have you seen Olivia or Krysta?"
"Nah, I just got home. Why?"
"'Cause I need to talk to Olivia."
"Oh. Well, sorry man. Haven't seen 'em."
"Oh. Okay. Thanks anyway, K-Dawg."
"No problem."
"Bye." I hung up, and walked down the stairs, deep in thought. Where could she be? I walked outside and sat on the beach, thinking, wondering, wishing she was by my side. Something told me that stupid remark would have a big impact on us...
*Olivia's PoV*
We drove around all day, making goodbyes. I stopped at my studio first, to ask one quick question. We walked inside, and I found my producer.
"Olivia, you don't have a session today..." she said, confused.
"Yeah I know. I was curious. Do you have a branch of this label in New York City?"
"Yes, we do. Why?"
"I'm flying across the country tonight, and I wanted to make sure I could continue with this."
"Oh, alright. Take care of yourself then. Best if luck."
She gave me a hug, and I half-smiled.
"Thanks... Bye."
I walked out the door before things got too emotional. When we got back in the car, I called the one person I didn't think I would: Austin.
"Hello?" he answered the phone after two rings.
"Hey Austin. It's me."
"Oh hey! What's up?"
"You wanted to catch up? Well, today's your day. Meet me and Krysta at the diner by the pier in 15 minutes."
"Um... Okay. See ya then?"
"Yup! Bye."
I hung up, and Krysta gave me a weird look.
"What?" I asked.
She shrugged, and I drove to the diner. We walked inside and sat at a random booth, but I made sure it wasn't mine and Logan's booth. Austin walked in, and I called him over.
"Hey!" I greeted him with a smile.
"Hey," he said, sitting down.
We talked for a while, and eventually, he brought up Logan.
"So where's your boyfriend?"
"Ex. Ex-boyfriend."
"Ex? What happened?"
"It's a long story. Let's just say there was an argument."
"Oh. Okay."
"Yeah. Me and Krysta are going back to Jersey tonight."
"So that's why you called?"
I nodded.
We kept talking, and later on, he checked his watch.
"Ah damn! I gotta go to work. Text me later?" he exclaimed.
"Um... Yeah okay."
We all got up, and he pulled me aside.
"Austin, what are you-"
He interrupted me with a kiss. I didn't pull away, but I didn't kiss back. He pulled back after a few seconds.
"Seriously, call or text me," he said with a smile.
I just stood there, a little stunned. He's a year older than me, so we broke up when he went away to college, right before my senior year of high school. That was like 5 years ago! And he still wants me? I didn't know I was that great! I never felt like it anyway...
I finally snapped out of it when Krysta grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door.
"What was THAT!" she asked when we got to my car.
I started the car and started driving as I replied, "I- I don't know! We... Then I... And he..."
"Do you still like him? I remember you guys breaking up like 5 years ago..."
"That was only because he went to college. And..." I paused, and continued. "I don't know. Maybe..."
There was an awkward silence, so I just drove to James's house, hoping Jill, Tay, and Carlos would be there too. Krysta turned on the radio, and of course, a break up song was playing.
"You were everything, everything that I wanted.
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it-"
"Okayy, changing the station..." Krysta commented after the first couple of lines.
"The music sounds better with you, baby.
It feels like, every-"
"Why don't we just turn off the radio..."
"Good idea," I responded quietly.
"You ok?"
"Not really. Why don't we just make these goodbyes and go. The sooner we get home, the better."
"You can't just run away every time you get hurt, Liv."
"You think I don't know that?" I snapped.
"I get you're upset, but is this really the solution?"
"I've already made up my mind, Krysta."
"Okay.. I think you're making a mistake."
I pulled into James' driveway with a heavy heart. Damn you, Krysta, for giving me second thoughts! I walked up to the door, and, despite my depressed mood, made a Big Bang Theory reference.
*knock knock knock* "James." *knock knock knock* "James." *knock knock knock* "James."
He opened the door on the last set of knocks, and grinned.
"Nice. I love that show! What's up?"
"Are Jill, Tay, and Carlos here?"
"How'd you know?"
"Call it a hunch."
"You sound really serious. You okay?"
"Can we come in?"
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, come in."
Krysta and I followed James into his living room, where Jillian, Taylor, and Carlos were looking at us curiously.
"Hey guys..." I greeted them quietly.
"Cut to the point, Liv. I know something's up," Taylor stated.
"I'm... We're going back to Jersey tonight."
"What! Why!" my four friends exclaimed simultaniously.
"That's what I'd like to know..." Krysta mumbled.
"It's kind of a long story. But I wanted to say goodbye," I explained briefly.
"You... You'll come back to visit, right?" Jill asked sadly.
"Maybe... One last group hug?" I asked, nearly in tears as I spread my arms.
It was probably the saddest hug I've ever been part of.
"Make sure you keep in touch," James told me.
"Will do. Bye guys. Thanks for everything," I said as I walked toward the door, looking back at them with a sad smile.
They waved, and I closed the door softly behind me.
"Well that was depressing," Krysta stated.
"That was nothing compared to our next one: Kendall."
"Right..." she responded quietly.
We got in the car, and I let Krysta drive to Kendall's house. We pulled up, and she rushed to the door. I heard her knock, and when he opened the door, she hugged him, and he looked at her, a little confused. That's when I walked up to the door. Krysta was crying, and Kendall was still looking confused, but he was holding her, not seeming to want to let go.
"Hey Kendall..." I greeted him.
"Hey... What happened?"
"We should probably go inside."
He guided the still sobbing Krysta into the living room, and I followed behind him.
"So... Why is Krysta crying?" Kendall asked.
Krysta looked up, and I gave her a look that said "should I explain?". She nodded, and buried her head in Kendall's shoulder. He put his arm around her and looked at me expectantly.
I sighed. "I'm just gonna say it. We're leaving California tonight."
"T-Tonight? Back to New Jersey?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Long story."
"Oh."
He looked at Krysta.
"So what about us?" he asked her.
"I... I don't know," she stuttered, "We could try long distance."
"Anything is worth a try. Make sure we talk every day somehow."
She nodded. He leaned in and kissed her.
"Who would've thought our first kiss would be our last?" Krysta said when they pulled apart.
"I see what you did there," Kendall said with a sad smile.
"I hate to break this up, but we're gonna miss our flight," I said awkwardly.
"Oh. Right... I'll call you when we land." Krysta told Kendall.
He nodded and we walked outside. I sat in the drivers' seat and began to drive to the airport.
"I feel like such a bitch," I said when we pulled up.
Silence from Krysta.
"You mad at me?"
Again, silence.
"Please talk to me."
She took out her suitcases and walked toward the building.
"I'll be in the bathroom!" she called over her shoulder.
"Okay!"
I unloaded my suitcases and paid the valet parker guy to bring the car back to the rental place, and walked toward the building. When I walked inside, I looked out the window. Am I making the right decision?