Post by Olivia Skye on Feb 4, 2008 20:12:47 GMT
{sorry, I couldn't resist giving Olivia an "emo" moment, lol}
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Shut up.
Drip. Drip.
Olivia’s eyes opened.
God this was ridiculous. She was a mature, controlled, composed young woman, and she should be able to cope with the ending of some… fling or other. She was usually able to think “Okay, it’s over – so what, let’s move on,” and find another guy, with no painful tugs on the heartstrings at all.
Now, it was different.
Olivia was half sitting, half lying against the cool glass of the shower door, eyes pink, head tipped back. For the past hour, since she’d come back from the forest, she’d locked herself up in the bathroom. Her tears had dried now, the glistening tracks on her cheeks absorbed into her skin. She’d stopped crying a while ago, but she couldn’t get it all out of head – she couldn’t compose herself enough to go outside and pretend that everything was great.
Who was she trying to fool, you might ask? Olivia wasn’t sure. Fooling herself wouldn’t work; even she knew that much. Her roommates wouldn’t notice, and they were even less likely to care. However, Olivia wouldn’t like to look a complete mess in front of Sophie Mathieu, seeing as the two had hit off on a bad note, and Olivia didn’t want to give the girl any ammunition.
Was she trying to fool her friends? Maybe, but the only one that would really notice that she was hiding something (without the tears, that is) would be Madeleine – who was so wrapped up in her happy ending that she wasn’t about to notice that something was amiss.
Ha, jealousy is an awful thing.
No, the person she really wanted to fool was Jack. Olivia was not about to let him see that he’d reduced her to tears – well, he might have already spotted that. She hoped he hadn’t. Not only because she’d lost her composure, but … if he could see her crying, surely he wouldn’t have walked off?
Eugh.
No, Olivia wasn’t about to let him see her upset. Olivia was going to just … move on.
Once she was able to get him out of head.
Once she was able to get him out from under her skin.
He was just… everywhere. He’d been able to capture her, to make her fall for him. How was he able to do that? She’d never fallen for a guy properly. Teenage crushes, ‘god, he’s hot’’s, yes, but actually fallen in deep…?
No.
So now, she was in trouble.
Jack had made her fall for him – and Olivia didn’t want to believe that he’d done that just to get her to sleep with him, but to her, that was what it looked like.
But that wasn’t the bit that made her really mad. The bit that made her livid, angry as hell, was that she’d only been literally seconds away from the point of no return. And if Jack hadn’t lost his temper, it only would have taken two or three minutes for the two of them to go somewhere where Olivia was comfortable having sex.
That made her mad.
Stupid Olivia. Stupid, blind Olivia. Jack was just like any other guy – often worse than any other guy. Jack and Olivia – Jolivia – they were all about physicality. It was stupid and over-romantic of her to think that he actually cared about her other than for that reason.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“Shut up,” Olivia muttered at the dripping sink tap.
But the dripping continued, echoing inside her head.
Drip. Drip. Drip, drip. Drip.
“Shut up,” she said through gritted teeth, as if it would make a blind bit of difference.
There was a small pause, before the tap started resolutely dripping again.
“Olivia?”
Olivia jumped, hitting her head off the shower door.
“Ow! Who – what?!”
Madeleine’s voice came through the door. “How long have you been in there for?”
Olivia groaned. Maybe saying that Madeleine hadn’t noticed wasn’t entirely fair, but she didn’t answer.
“Olivia?”
“A while,” she answered. “I feel a bit sick, that’s all.”
“Liar,” came through the door. “You were crying.”
"Yeah," Olivia replied, faking a cough. "Pain. I'm sick."
"Hmm," Madeleine said sarcastically. "I guess you got it from Jack then. He doesn't look so good either."
Olivia rolled her eyes and leant back. "Go to hell."
There was a pause, which Olivia used to close her eyes and plan out her next evasion tactic.
“Thought so.”
Olivia shook her head, even though Madeleine couldn’t see her. “There’s nothing wrong, I just feel sick.”
“What happened in the forest, Olivia?” Madeleine’s voice was soft, and Olivia hated it, because it was making her want to cry again.
”Nothing,” she stressed hoarsely.
She could hear a sigh. “Did you break up?” was asked quietly.
Olivia wiped her eyes angrily. “Yes. We did.”
“I’m sorry.”
She sniffed. “Yeah, me too.”
Another pause.
“Open the door for a minute.”
“No.”
“Olivia, I just want to give you something. Just open it a crack and I’ll slide it through.”
“Please just leave me alone,” she moaned.
“Not until I give you this.”
Stupid Warrior determination.
Olivia slowly picked herself off of the ground and walked over to the door at a snail’s pace, opening the door a tiny bit, and putting her hand through, standing so that Madeleine couldn’t see her.
A square plastic case was slid through the door.
Olivia looked at it, as she closed the door, but the CD inside was unmarked.
“It’s ‘The Scientist’, by Coldplay,” Madeleine said, her voice muffled by the door. “Look, just listen to it. It won’t make you feel any better, but I’ve never seen you this upset after a break-up with…look, just listen to it, okay? I’ll see you later.”
Olivia listened for her soft footsteps padding away, before sinking down the door – the tears already coming again.
She didn’t need to listen to it to know what it was going to say. She knew the lyrics.
“Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry,
You don’t know how lovely you are…
… Tell me you love me, come back and hold me,
Oh, let’s go back to the start…
Nobody said it was easy…
No one ever said it would be this hard…
Oh, take me back to the start.”
Olivia sniffed, determined to stop crying.
Please stop doing this to me, Jack. Please just stop.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Shut up.
Drip. Drip.
Olivia’s eyes opened.
God this was ridiculous. She was a mature, controlled, composed young woman, and she should be able to cope with the ending of some… fling or other. She was usually able to think “Okay, it’s over – so what, let’s move on,” and find another guy, with no painful tugs on the heartstrings at all.
Now, it was different.
Olivia was half sitting, half lying against the cool glass of the shower door, eyes pink, head tipped back. For the past hour, since she’d come back from the forest, she’d locked herself up in the bathroom. Her tears had dried now, the glistening tracks on her cheeks absorbed into her skin. She’d stopped crying a while ago, but she couldn’t get it all out of head – she couldn’t compose herself enough to go outside and pretend that everything was great.
Who was she trying to fool, you might ask? Olivia wasn’t sure. Fooling herself wouldn’t work; even she knew that much. Her roommates wouldn’t notice, and they were even less likely to care. However, Olivia wouldn’t like to look a complete mess in front of Sophie Mathieu, seeing as the two had hit off on a bad note, and Olivia didn’t want to give the girl any ammunition.
Was she trying to fool her friends? Maybe, but the only one that would really notice that she was hiding something (without the tears, that is) would be Madeleine – who was so wrapped up in her happy ending that she wasn’t about to notice that something was amiss.
Ha, jealousy is an awful thing.
No, the person she really wanted to fool was Jack. Olivia was not about to let him see that he’d reduced her to tears – well, he might have already spotted that. She hoped he hadn’t. Not only because she’d lost her composure, but … if he could see her crying, surely he wouldn’t have walked off?
Eugh.
No, Olivia wasn’t about to let him see her upset. Olivia was going to just … move on.
Once she was able to get him out of head.
Once she was able to get him out from under her skin.
He was just… everywhere. He’d been able to capture her, to make her fall for him. How was he able to do that? She’d never fallen for a guy properly. Teenage crushes, ‘god, he’s hot’’s, yes, but actually fallen in deep…?
No.
So now, she was in trouble.
Jack had made her fall for him – and Olivia didn’t want to believe that he’d done that just to get her to sleep with him, but to her, that was what it looked like.
But that wasn’t the bit that made her really mad. The bit that made her livid, angry as hell, was that she’d only been literally seconds away from the point of no return. And if Jack hadn’t lost his temper, it only would have taken two or three minutes for the two of them to go somewhere where Olivia was comfortable having sex.
That made her mad.
Stupid Olivia. Stupid, blind Olivia. Jack was just like any other guy – often worse than any other guy. Jack and Olivia – Jolivia – they were all about physicality. It was stupid and over-romantic of her to think that he actually cared about her other than for that reason.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“Shut up,” Olivia muttered at the dripping sink tap.
But the dripping continued, echoing inside her head.
Drip. Drip. Drip, drip. Drip.
“Shut up,” she said through gritted teeth, as if it would make a blind bit of difference.
There was a small pause, before the tap started resolutely dripping again.
“Olivia?”
Olivia jumped, hitting her head off the shower door.
“Ow! Who – what?!”
Madeleine’s voice came through the door. “How long have you been in there for?”
Olivia groaned. Maybe saying that Madeleine hadn’t noticed wasn’t entirely fair, but she didn’t answer.
“Olivia?”
“A while,” she answered. “I feel a bit sick, that’s all.”
“Liar,” came through the door. “You were crying.”
"Yeah," Olivia replied, faking a cough. "Pain. I'm sick."
"Hmm," Madeleine said sarcastically. "I guess you got it from Jack then. He doesn't look so good either."
Olivia rolled her eyes and leant back. "Go to hell."
There was a pause, which Olivia used to close her eyes and plan out her next evasion tactic.
“Thought so.”
Olivia shook her head, even though Madeleine couldn’t see her. “There’s nothing wrong, I just feel sick.”
“What happened in the forest, Olivia?” Madeleine’s voice was soft, and Olivia hated it, because it was making her want to cry again.
”Nothing,” she stressed hoarsely.
She could hear a sigh. “Did you break up?” was asked quietly.
Olivia wiped her eyes angrily. “Yes. We did.”
“I’m sorry.”
She sniffed. “Yeah, me too.”
Another pause.
“Open the door for a minute.”
“No.”
“Olivia, I just want to give you something. Just open it a crack and I’ll slide it through.”
“Please just leave me alone,” she moaned.
“Not until I give you this.”
Stupid Warrior determination.
Olivia slowly picked herself off of the ground and walked over to the door at a snail’s pace, opening the door a tiny bit, and putting her hand through, standing so that Madeleine couldn’t see her.
A square plastic case was slid through the door.
Olivia looked at it, as she closed the door, but the CD inside was unmarked.
“It’s ‘The Scientist’, by Coldplay,” Madeleine said, her voice muffled by the door. “Look, just listen to it. It won’t make you feel any better, but I’ve never seen you this upset after a break-up with…look, just listen to it, okay? I’ll see you later.”
Olivia listened for her soft footsteps padding away, before sinking down the door – the tears already coming again.
She didn’t need to listen to it to know what it was going to say. She knew the lyrics.
“Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry,
You don’t know how lovely you are…
… Tell me you love me, come back and hold me,
Oh, let’s go back to the start…
Nobody said it was easy…
No one ever said it would be this hard…
Oh, take me back to the start.”
Olivia sniffed, determined to stop crying.
Please stop doing this to me, Jack. Please just stop.
