Wrong time

Oliver Oken, my boyfriend, my best friend, my everything had just left me to move to New York. He had been gone for three months, came back for my birthday and then left again. The second time, I got to say goodbye by racing to the airport. I got to kiss him one last time. As i watched him go through the gates, leading him to his plane, i felt a huge part of my heart break off. Nothing could compare to the pain i was left in. I wanted to die. A life without Oliver wasn't a life worth living.

I reluctantly returned home. My mom was waiting for me. I had expected her to shout at me or give me big lecture about leaving the house without her permission but instead, she hugged me. "Sweetheart, it's okay," she whispered, "It's okay."

Oliver had left at the worse time of year, summer. I would sit around bored and the only thing I would think about would be him. Days would pass where I would speak to no one, not even my mom or my best friend Miley. I would sit alone in my room and dream about us two together again. I began to write, trying to clear my head, but every story I wrote, was connected to me and Oliver. It did't matter what the characters name's were, i would end up walking as if they were me and Oliver.

He didn't text or call me at all. I felt that I should of called him but I was too scared. I didn't quite know what this fear was but never the less, i couldn't call him, I just couldn't.

Each day passed slowly. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't live without him. The whole summer was agony. Two weeks of vacation left, and my mom decided to book a last minute holiday. She knew how much I was hurting, so let me invite Miley. I must admit, I was looking forward to it. We were travelling to Orlando. I had looked it up online and was amazed by everything, the parks, amusements, everything. Yeah, maybe being 16, I seemed a little too old for it all but I knew a kid still lived inside me somewhere.

We packed our bags and headed for the airport. Miley's dad, Mr Stewart, ran us. As we got out the car, I saw front door and I remembered what had happened at the start of the summer. I felt a lump in my throat. I kept telling myself that I wasn't going to ruin this holiday, for me or my mom and Miley. Mr Stewart lifted our cases out of the car. My mom asked me to help him but I was in a day dream and just pretent I never heard her.

My mind was running everywhere. For one moment I thought I imagined Oliver's mom, Mrs Oken, walking with her luggage cart towards the car park, then his dad, then Oliver? I looked again. Oliver! It was him.

"Oliver," I screamed running towards him He turned around.
"Lilly?" he said confused, " What are you doing here"

I didn't answer, instead I kissed him. His parents kept on walking, telling Olive not to be too long and that they would be waiting for him in the car. We continued to kiss. When we stopped, I took a step back, onto the road. I turned around to see a car, roaring in my direction. I froze, not able to move. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground. I could not move. This was it, I was going to die.

I could sense Oliver knelt down beside me.
"Lilly!" he whispered I let out a mumble "Help!" he shouted "Oliver don't go,"i pleaded"
"Lilly, you need help"

I heard footsteps coming towards us. I opened my eyes to see who it was but my eye sight was so bad, I could only see a dark firgure. I then reconised Miley's voice, "Oliver what happened?"
"Miles., go get help, quick," he shouted, "Lilly you will be ok."
"No, no I won't. I'm going to die Oliver, I'm going to die!" I cried "Lilly, I love you."
"I love you t-"

That was the last thing I remember. I opened my eyes to see Oliver, Miley, Jackson, Mr Stewart, my mom and.. my dad, all staring at me. This was strange, I hadn't seen my mom and dad in the same room as each other since the divorce, now they were holding hands.

I turned to Oliver. I knew he was desperate to kiss me but he was too embarrassed in front of my parents.
"What happened?" I managed to say, not remembering anything at first. Oliver told me the story. The doctor came and explained how I had broken some bones and used other medical words I couldn't understand. Miley hugged me and told me she was scared she had lost me. I tried not to cry but I ended up bursting into tears.
My mom and Dad blabbed on a bit about how much they loved me. The whole time I was just desperate to have time with Oliver.

Finally, I got my chance. Oliver sat to the left of me and held my hand. He sat and just looked at me, amazed how I had survived my encounter with the car. He had his cute smiled on, the one he did when he was pleased but didn't want to show all of his happiness. After a minute or two of just staring at each other, he leaned over and kissed me. It felt so good. "I hate seeing you sad," he said "I'm not, I have you." i replied with a smile to prove my point. He smiled back then stood up. I wasn't sure what he was going to do so I just watched him. He sat on the bed right next to me. Then he lay down beside me. I giggled, knowing that if the doctor walked in Oliver would get in trouble.

"Oliver, you'll get in trouble." I laughed "So?" I rested my head on his shoudler. It felt that even though I was in hospital the now and that he had moved away, none of it mattered, we had each other, at last. It then occured to me, why was Oliver here? Why was he back in Malibu?

"Why are you here?" I asked "Because, I love you." he answered "What about your parents?"
"They were sick of me moaning about missing you I think."
"Wait, so you're staying?"
"Yeah, Forever, I promise" he whispered and kissed my fore head.