It was a dark night and Lilly was walking down an empty road. Across the road she saw someone waiting for her on the other side. She smiled as she saw the stranger. She continued walking until she stopped. She turned her head to the left and saw another dark figure. She couldn't really see him because it was dark. But the dark figure moved his hand, holding a gun.
Lilly ran straight across the road until she saw the lights of a car speeding towards her.
Lilly woke up with beads of sweat on her forehead. She checked her clock. It was still 4 a.m.
She decided to wake up and get changed early. She drove to the cafe and sat down. She ordered a cappuccino and while she waited, she stared out the window. What did that dream mean? And why was Oliver there. Who was the mysterious person holding out the gun? All these thoughts were stuck on her mind. She shook those thoughts away and slowly drank her cappuccino. She arrived to work early and couldn't think properly. The dream continued to bother her.
Oliver felt the beam of light directly in his eye. He woke up and done his daily routine. He opened his door and found Miranda sitting there. She was quietly drinking some water. Miranda lifted her head up as she saw Oliver walk in. He sat opposite her and stared at her for a while.
Miranda stood up, walked over to the basin to wash her glass and she walked past Oliver towards her room. Before she made her way towards the door, Oliver grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to a seat next to him. Miranda did not look at him.
"Are you mad at me?" Oliver asked.
Miranda still did not look at him.
She shook her head.
"Then why aren't you talking to me?"
She stood up once again.
"I'm just tired." She started to walk off again.
"You didn't talk to me after the party either."
Miranda didn't know whether she should be angry or not. She remembered the way Oliver looked at Lilly while he was dancing with her. She knew Oliver still had feelings for her. She really liked Oliver, but she knew he would never like her the same way as Lilly.
Miranda froze at her spot as she thought about last night.
Oliver was still waiting for an answer.
"You still love her don't you?"
Now it was Oliver's turn to stay quiet.
"What are you talking about?"
"Just answer the question Oliver." Miranda said, starting to get impatient.
"No, why would you say that?"
"Because I saw the way you looked at her! At the party, during the dance and when you guys saw each other at the restaurant."
Oliver turned around to look at Miranda. She looked angry, but not upset.
"Oliver, I just want to know the truth, do you love Lilly or not?"
Oliver stood up and walked over to Miranda. He reached out his hand to hold Miranda's hand but she moved it behind her.
"Do you love her or not?" She said, a little more louder and anger in her voice.
Oliver kept his head down and nodded.
"That's all I needed to know."
And with that, Miranda walked into her room and closed the door quietly behind her.
Oliver was about to enter, but decided not to and he walked into his own room instead and turned on the television.
Lilly was sitting down at the bar, while her boyfriend started to chat with his mates at the club.
"Can I get some water here?" Lilly asked the bartender.
He handed her a glass of water and she instantly gulped it down. She placed the glass back on the table and rested the side of her head down on her hand. The only thing she could think about what that dream. The dream that had frightened her. The dream that caused sweat down her forehead. She continued thinking, without noticing that her boyfriend's mates were smirking at her.
Lilly never goes to clubs, but she trusted James to not get drunk. However, seeing as how James's friends were wicked, they poured a bit of alcohol in his coke. James hadn't noticed this, as he was beginning to get worried about Lilly.
Lilly continued to reassure James everything was fine. James gave up and headed back to his friends. One of them handed him his coke and he drank the whole lot. Sooner than expected, James was drunk. He couldn't take control of what he was doing because he had never tasted alcohol until now. James was going crazy. He rushed to the dance floor and started dancing with girls who he didn't know. His friends dragged him away from the dance floor.
They looked at one another and smiled evilly.
"Hey James, you have one hot looking girl over there." one of them said.
James turned around to look at Lilly. He smiled and drank the whole glass of wine and used his hand to wipe his mouth.
"Why don't you go over to her, and have a little fun." the other one said.
James of course was still drunk and he dizzily walked his way to her.
"Hey, hot-looking!" James said, unable to stand still.
Lilly shook her thoughts away and looked up to see James struggling to stand still. Lilly stared at him, then looked behind his shoulder. There was his friends, smiling at her. She knew they spiked his drunk.
"Come on James, let's go home." she said sighing as she grabbed for his hand.
"No, let's just stay here and do something.... If you know what I mean."
James grabbed Lilly's hand as he pulled her towards him. Lilly struggled to break free but she eventually pushed him away. She grabbed her purse and quickly ran out the door. Her heart was beating very fast. She was scared of her own boyfriend. She walked quickly to her car, but she felt another hand grabbing her.
"Where do you think you're going?" said the voice.
Lilly spun to see James again. This time she couldn't break free. His grip tightened. Her arm started to ache.
"James, let go of me!" She said, trying to break free with other hand.
Oliver continued to watch TV, to wait for Miranda, in case she decided to come out and talk. But it was already dark outside and she was still in her room. He didn't want to bother her, so he got out his jacket and left the room. He walked down the stairs and kept his head down. He walked around New York, having no idea where he was going. As he continued to walk he saw a familiar car parked down the street. He walked a bit faster and when he finally reached it, he smiled. It was Lilly's car.
He wondered where she was and he looked up. He saw a club where loud music was playing. As he was going to make his way back to the hotel he heard the sound of a woman calling for help.
Without another thought, he followed the scream for help and saw Lilly. He couldn't really see who the other guy was as he was standing in the dark. Oliver saw Lilly struggling to loosen the man's hand as he kept pulling her closer to him. This made Oliver mad. Oliver ran up to the man and punched him right on the face. The man fell backwards and the light landed on his face.
Oliver's mouth dropped open in shock. It was James. But what was he doing to Lilly? Before he could think any further, Lilly grabbed his hand and they ran off, while James struggled to get up on his own feet. He saw Lilly running with another person, who he couldn't recognise. James got really mad and started to chase after them both.
Luckily for Lilly and Oliver, her car was close by and Oliver got inside the driver seat while Lilly sat at the back and she handed him her car keys. Oliver struggled with the keys.
"Hurry Oliver!" Lilly said, quite panicked as she saw James speeding towards them. Oliver finally got the car going and he sped off. James stopped running to breathe heavily.
Meanwhile, Oliver stopped at Lilly's house and they both got out of the car. Lilly pulled out the house keys from her purse and walked in. Oliver followed close behind.
Oliver was still panting hard, but he finally caught his breath and began to speak.
"What was that all about?" Oliver asked.
Lilly tried to avoid the question.
"Would you like anything to drink?" she asked, not looking at him.
"Answer the question Lilly."
"Nothing happened."
"Oh really?" He lifted his eyebrow.
"Yes, really, now stop bothering me.
Oliver held her wrist and she stopped fidgeting with the drinks. They both stared into each other's eyes.
He held her hands into his.
"Please, tell me what happened."
Lilly told him what happened about how James got drunk and so on.
Oliver noticed a few tears falling from her eyes. Oliver stood next to her and gave her a hug. Lilly rested her chin on his shoulder as she let her tears flow down. Oliver stroked her hair with his hands.
Oliver's heart started beating. He knew his emotions were taking over now. But right now, he only wanted to be a good friend. His best friend needed him. They stood like that for a while, until Lilly broke away.
Lilly wiped her eyes and looked at her friend.
"Thank you, Oliver." she smiled.
"I'll always be there for you." he said with a smile.
"Well, Miranda's probably worried sick about you, so you better get home, would you like me to drop you?"
"Nah, I'll walk."
Oliver was about to leave, until Lilly stopped him.
"It's too dangerous. How about if you see James on the way?" she said.
Oliver smiled. She could see the worry in her eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll just give him another punch."
With that, Oliver waved goodbye and left.
Lilly smiled and made her way towards her room. She sat down and took out her diary. She had two diaries that were hidden in her draw. The first diary was filled with memories as she wrote them in high school. Her second diary was mainly about New York. She didn't really write much in it, as she was always busy at work, but when she first met Oliver at the restaurant, her diary started too slowly fill up more blank pages. She closed her diary and fell fast asleep.