tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81153731503292950752024-02-20T15:03:47.594-06:00I Always Turn the Car AroundOlivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-10207760629543284192011-06-14T17:53:00.002-05:002011-06-14T21:48:10.995-05:00Eek!<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">" Don't scream."<br /><br />" Jesus Cam, what are you doing here?" I shrieked, unable to calm myself down.<br /><br />" I was on my way home and Chloe called, telling me she had dinner waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And as sweet as it was,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wasn't entirely sure how to handle the tones in her voice, and the implications that seemed to follow.” Pulling me inside he wrapped me in his arms.<br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“ Cam, she was probably just trying to be nice, you’ve known her for practically her whole life.” I reminded him as I pulled away, locking the door and moving over to the sofa.<br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“ Yeah, well unfortunately I think she wants to play house, not just be a room mate.”<br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“ Aren’t these things that came to your mind, I don’t know…before you agreed to letting her live with you?”<br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Sitting there quiet Cameron rubbed his jaw and looked around the room before answering, “ You know, she has always been flirtatious Liv, but that’s just the way I thought she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was really looking for a room mate and she seemed to really be in need of a place to stay.”</p><p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“And you have such a big heart, that you surely couldn’t say no to Chloe?” I replied, exasperated, no one can ever say no to Chloe.</p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“ It’s really not that I can’t say no.. it’s just that I didn’t want to say no to her.”</p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Startled I ran my hands through my hair and looked away from him trying to hide the emotions I couldn’t seem to control that were running through me.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“ So, is it ok if I stay here tonight?” A perfectly normal question for Cam but at the moment it left me flustered and irritated.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“ I guess it’s ok, if you have to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But it’d probably be better if you acted like a big boy and went home to Chloe.”</p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Getting up Cameron grabbed his coat off the back of my dining room chair and took his keys, “I guess your right, I’m probably being ridiculous, just wanted to talk to you, or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I really thought you’d be at Hayden’s tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Why’d you come home anyway.”</p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“I don’t know, just wanted some space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m exhausted, and I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“Yeah I get that”, slowly walking to the door he looked back over his shoulder with a small glimpse of longing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And before I could decipher what that could even mean, he was gone.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Honestly, there was just so much going on.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">The best remedy I could think of was a hot bath and bed. </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">So grabbing a glass of wine, and my newest book, I did just that.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></p>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-76579802650330556032011-06-13T22:18:00.001-05:002011-06-13T22:21:25.382-05:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So sorry for the delay. Don't know how many of you are out there reading/waiting for a new post, but it's been a terrible week. I feel like that's getting repetitive but it really has!!</span></span></span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Just to update you my Mom is currently undergoing treatment for stage 2 breast cancer--she just had surgery and I have been staying at my families home to try and help with my younger siblings. It's a scary and crazy time and we are all working through it!!! </span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But---this blog is a fun distraction, SO, hope you are all well, and enjoy the next post! Check back tomorrow mid-day!! xoxo-Liv</span></span></span></b></div>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-24430878902115932732011-06-08T12:50:00.005-05:002011-06-08T13:30:35.912-05:00Big Plans...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Walking back inside I peeked into the kitchen, and sure enough, Hayden had the table set for the two of us. More mason jars sat in the middle filled with roses, and candles were lit all around the table.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"This is beautiful," I murmured walking fully into the room.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"You know..it wasn't much at all. Just wanted a beautiful night to match my beautiful girl." Hayden replied over his shoulder as he walked to the oven and took out dinner. Fresh garlic butter chicken, a small raspberry poppyseed salad, and homemade rolls. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"So, what do you think about the shop?" I managed to ask between mouthfuls.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Leaning back and sipping his wine Hayden looked at me carefully. Tilting his head from one side to the other, he sighed and then responded, "I think that it is a great opportunity for you Liv. Babe, it's what you have always wanted and I am proud to think that Maggie has enough confidence in you to hand something she has worked her entire life creating, over to you."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"I know, it really is amazing. I think I'm still in shock, and maybe a little tired."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"So let's go to bed.." </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Actually Hayden, this is amazing, everything you have done for me tonight has been amazing, but I think I should head home." Setting my napkin on the table and getting up to leave I tried to avoid Hayden's eyes. It wasn't that I was doing something wrong, but I knew that he had more to the evening planned than this, but I was running on no energy and wanted my bed. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Really? You have to go already? You can spend an entire day with Cameron, but you can't spend more than a couple hours with me?" Jealousy wasn't one of Hayden's more prominent qualities, but there was something about Cameron that irked him in every wrong way. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Babe, you know it's not like that. I'm exhausted, and I am getting up early to meet Maggie at the shop so she can start showing me the ropes of opening the store."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"You know, you're right. You need your sleep and it's probably better that I get going to bed tonight anyway. I've got a shoot downtown tomorrow and I need to get prepared." </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Guiltily I cringed as being so wrapped up in the events of my day I forgot all about Hayden's shoot for </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Entourage. </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> While I was beginning my dream career, Hayden was living his. Starting out as an assistant to Joseph Carlello, he has worked his way to becoming one of the most sought after freelance photographers in our area. Entourage was his dream magazine, and this was his first shoot for them. As more of an artsy magazine, with stunningly controversial pieces, Hayden was allowed complete artistic freedom with his shots. Although, the final decision was not going to be left up to him, he was going to have a lot of say in which images were and were not published. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Among being a freelance photographer, Hayden was incredibly good at playing the guitar, and his voice makes me weak at the knees. Is there really anything sexier than a guy who is successful, and sings while playing the guitar? I think not. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"I know you didn't mean to forget. You have had a really hectic day, and it's not a big deal." </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Leaning down and giving him a kiss I whispered good luck and then made my way to leave.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Getting into my car I felt an immense relief. While I loved being with Hayden, and his house was gorgeous, I love my apartment. It wasn't much, but it was home.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The drive was about 20 minutes and I spent it listening through Adele's new cd. Singing along I'm sure I scared a few people at stoplights. Pulling up to my building I noticed Mrs. Phillips, my new neighbor, walking her dog. Shutting off my headlights, I shrunk back hoping she wouldn't notice me. I was not in the mood for chatting tonight. Thankfully she stumbled back inside and shut her lights out. Quietly I walked past her apartment door and went to unlock mine, but it was already unlocked. Thinking back to this morning I tried to figure if I had locked it or not. As I stood there racking my brain, the door swung open. Startled I stepped back...</span></span></span></div><div> </div>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-58618736660318454392011-06-07T21:57:00.002-05:002011-06-07T21:58:01.854-05:00Hey everyone!! Sorry this is getting at you so late! I'll have a post up tomorrow afternoon!!! Been a crazy week around my house!!! Hope all is well with you!!! :0) ---LivOlivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-47468021188175137132011-06-03T11:53:00.006-05:002011-06-03T12:16:18.660-05:00Phone calls and dinner plans...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>The post is a little shorter than I intended, but hopefully you like it!!! Let me know what you think! And feel free to comment links to your blog/others that you are fans of! I love reading and connecting through these stories! I think I might post again over the weekend so be sure to check back! Also, comment on the story. What do you guys think, loving anyone? Hayden or Cameron--Who would be your pick!? -Liv</i></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Hayden", I started. I still wasn't really sure how I wanted to react. Everything in my life was essentially great. I was getting the opportunity of a lifetime with this shop, and I come home at night to a beautiful romantic evening, with an even more beautiful man. Really, what was my problem? Why did I even feel like talking at all when I should just be relishing in the moment. And then my cell phone rang. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Great--probably your B-F-F Cameron calling to interrupt whatever plans I thought of having with you this evening," Hayden smirked and laid back onto his bed. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Just relax, I doubt it is", grabbing my phone out of my back pocket I looked down, </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Chloe. </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "Hello?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Hey Liv! I heard all about your big day!! Oh my gosh, I can't even believe you are getting everything that you always wanted! Typical, of course, but still totally amazing!"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Yeah it is pretty great, I'm still in shock a little bit myself. It won't seem real until I start working, but I already have all these pla-"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Oh of course you do! That is really so great for you! Anyways, so the real reason that I'm calling,"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Because it couldn't only be to congratulate me," I shot back.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Like I was saying, I'm cooking Cameron dinner, you know, kind of as a thank you, and hopefully as a routine into our new lifestyle..." Chloe stammered on but I couldn't ignore the pang of jealousy that rushed through me, c</span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ooking Cameron dinner, OUR lifestyle. </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Knocking Haydens feet with my knees, I whispered that I was going outside to talk to her for a minute. He simply nodded back, and covered his face up with a pillow, he wasn't a huge fan of girl chat.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Chloe, slow down for ten seconds, I can't really hear you, and you are talking way too fast." Walking back outside I couldn't help but smile at Hayden's romantic gesture of the rose petals, I am a true sap and romantic at heart, and he seems to know exactly how to pull at my heartstrings. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"So, Olivia", I cringed at her use of my full name, " I really think that you should tell me what Cameron would like for dinner I don't want to blow this shot."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Oh that's easy Chloe, he loves the pinwheel steaks from the deli on the corner of his block, and a side salad, usually he prefers a homemade caesar." </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Squeeling from the other end of the line, I moved the phone away from my ear, "Liv, Liv, Liv, you are the best! I think I can manage that, oooooh everything is going to be just perfect when he gets home! Gotta run! Love you!" And with that she hung up the phone. I debated on wether or not I should call Cameron and warn him to grab some food on his way home, just in case Chloe didn't turn out to be the chef she thought she was, but Hayden's voice pulled me away from those thoughts. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Liv, babe, maybe you should come back inside. </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> made dinner for </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">you</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> and I know it's been a long day. Besides, wait until you see what else I have for you."</span></span></span></div>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-12170668137415253602011-05-31T21:47:00.000-05:002011-05-31T21:51:52.060-05:00More surprises...?<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Shrinking back from Cameron I steadied myself and took a few deep breaths.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Hayden really didn’t have anything to be mad about, if anything I should be the one who was frustrated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He was so short with me, always irritated about one thing or another.</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“Well, guess that would be your cue to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Looks like he has been waiting for you to get home,” Cameron<br /></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">remarked, echoing my thoughts and pulling back into forward position and giving Hayden a slight nod.</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“Guess I better.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Reluctantly I pulled open the door and stepped outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was a beautiful night really, and regardless of his attitude, I wanted to tell Hayden my good news.</p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Looking over towards me, and yet avoiding eye contact, Hayden glanced toward Cameron returning his nod of acknowledgement, and then went inside. </p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Pushing forward I walked up the front steps and into his townhome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Instantly hitting me was the smell of Hayden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He smelled like cinnamon and firewood, with an earthy undertone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Being in his house, there was no way of escaping it, and the scent literally made me weak in the knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Had I been paying better attention to my surroundings, and less time lusting after my boyfriend, I would have picked up on the trail of violet rose petals leading up the front porch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Halting and spinning around after finally noticing I walked back and allowed myself to follow the trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Winding past his kitchen counter and into the bedroom I noticed the familiar flickering of candles through the crack in his door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My heart kicked up a few notches, and I took off my coat and hung it up on the antique coat rack I had bought Hayden on our last anniversary, smiling at the memory of him walking in<br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">and finding it set up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“I really do love that coat rack” Hayden remarked, smirking as he watched me looking at it, knowing exactly which memory I was caught up in.</p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Startled I looked up to find Hayden leaning against his bedroom doorframe with a look on his face like the cat who ate the canary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“What are you smiling about over there?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Aren’t you supposed to be mad at me,” although the last remark came out breathless as I focused on the more finer points of him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Starting from the floor up I noticed the muscles in his legs flexing slightly as he shifted on his toes, to his abs flexing back and forth as he reached toward me.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“I’m smiling because you look absolutely sexy right now babe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Did you have a good day?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He retorted, chuckling to himself.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“As a matter of fact I did, and it looks like it is about to get better,” I reasoned, waving my hands over the petals, and finishing off with a glance at the now open door.</p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“You better believe it is,” and with that he closed the gap between us wrapping his arms around me, sliding his fingers up my shirt.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“Mmm, sometimes there is nothing better than having a great day, and coming home to you.”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“I know babe,” Hayden murmured into my hair, “but what I really want,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>is to hear about his amazing day you had.”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“You won’t even believe it. It was the most amazing thing.”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“Try me Liv,” pulling me into the bedroom.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Inside was beautiful, there were candles all along the top shelves he had lining the dark gray walls, inside mason jars of different heights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Along the windowsill were three vases filled with violet, red, and white roses, each with a ribbon of the alternating colors, and a single string of crystals wrapped around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In between the vases were more candles, reflecting off the crystals casting small sparkles onto the walls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The bed was covered in even more petals, and it single handedly had to be one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever done for me.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Bashfully Hayden’s upper lip lifted into the smallest of smiles, the one that I like to think he reserved just for me, “Well, what do you think?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Is this the proper setting for you to tell me about your amazing thing?”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“It is more than that, what is all this?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Laughing a slipped off my shoes and laid onto the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“I knew.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A simple enough statement, and yet it caught me completely caught me off guard.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“Knew what, exactly?”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“I knew about Maggie, and Cameron, and the shop, the deal, I knew about it all.”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“Are you kidding me right now Hayden?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I couldn’t decide if I was irritated at him for fooling me, elated that he hadn’t actually been mad at me, or frustrated that I didn’t get to tell him my news myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">“Liv, don’t get mad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I didn’t mean to spoil your fun of telling me yourself, I just don’t like keeping things from you.”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Standing up I walked over to Hayden and rested my hands up on his shoulders, “Hayden…”</p>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-66299174252416283552011-05-31T11:37:00.000-05:002011-05-31T15:36:30.704-05:00Surprise Surprise...<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">--I know I've been MIA for almost a year now...its been a really tough year for my family, but I'm really looking forward to getting back on track with this blog. Please comment and let me know what you think of the story thus far. :0) -Liv</span><br /><br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“What do you mean not the only surprise..?” I stammered as I entered the shop and instantly became engrossed in the perfect balance of old fashioned-ness and elegance it upheld.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“I said, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Maybe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></i>Now, go look around, enjoy” Cameron essentially said to my back as I was well beyond listening at that point.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I feel like sometimes there are places in this world where someone really feels at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A place where even though it is absolutely not your home, the sights and smells have a calming and soothing affect on your soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This was my place.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I love ever nook and cranny-- every cobweb and discarded piece of furniture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t mean to make the place sound like a dump, because it absolutely, is not, it is just not perfect either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Actually, that fact is probably the best thing about it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think things in life are a little better with imperfections, less expectations, and more room for forgiveness and improvements.<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Running my hand along a “new” (to the shop) dresser, I idled and opened the drawer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Gasping I reached down further and pulled out the paper inside, “<i style="">Olivia”.</i></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"> </i></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Spinning around grasping the paper in my hand I looked back at Cameron and Maggie who were looking back at me eagerly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“Go on hun, open it” Maggie pressed. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Lifting off the top page, I looked down at the deed to the shop, written out to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“Seriously?” was about all I could choke out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This can’t even be real.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There was just no way that the shop was going to be mine.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“Seriously.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Maggie chuckled back, waving me to come back to the front counter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Handing me a piece of candy she looked at me expectantly as I sat down.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“This is so unbelievable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So-so-…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I couldn’t even find the words to express the emotions running through me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“What’s the catch?” </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Cameron sat down next to me and let out an exasperated sigh, “There is no catch Liv, this is real,<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">sometimes good things happen to good people”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“Really, Olivia,” Maggie chimed in, “after all the years I have known you, you think I would play some cruel trick on you and include a catch with this arrangement.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">“I just am having a hard time believing that all of this is real, and that this could be happening to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I mean I want this, so much, but I don’t understand..”</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Maggie sat down in front of the bar and leaned forward slowly placing her fingertips together, “So let me explain”.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">And explain she did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>To sum it all up she simply cannot handle the shop anymore and the agreement is for a 60/40 partnership on the business for the next year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After one year if she is happy the deed to the shop will become under my name only, and the percentage of profit increasing in my favor 10 percent for the next four years, after which Maggie and her family will be given 20% of the profits (as it was their business to begin with) with as much interaction as needed per my request.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Amazing is really what I would describe it as.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Shaking hands with Maggie I turned and walked away from the counter, leaving her and Cameron to discuss the finer points of our contract.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I began up the first isle and immersed myself in every detail, taking pride in the fact that this was going to become mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Wondering if a new paint color here, a rearrangement of furniture there would bring in a new clientele.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">After what felt like minutes, but was more along the line of hours, Cameron walked up behind me resting his arms on a particularly lovely mirror, gold with small rosettes painted along the inside of the hand carved details, and reminded me that the real world was calling to him, and as fun as watching me think is, he’d like to get going home. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">The car ride home was quiet at peaceful as I was still immersed in thoughts of my future.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It wasn’t until Cameron pulled up in front of Hayden’s that my heart started pounding a little harder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And at the first sight of the scowl on his face, my stomach became filled with butterflies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">As Cameron put the car in park, he leaned over and kissed my cheek, a familiarity with him that was second nature and I hadn’t previously minded, until I looked off and saw Hayden’s scowl darken. </p>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-11386025506880717502010-06-04T18:49:00.000-05:002011-05-31T15:34:43.934-05:00The Market...<!--StartFragment--> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">That was the thing about driving with Cameron, I had been so wrapped up in talking and singing…(well listening to him sing anyway) that I really wasn’t paying attention in those last few minutes before we pulled up to the Market. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> Now this wasn’t just any ordinary market, this was an incredible place where if you dug through the piles of junk, there was always an amazing find hiding. Honestly, the old fashion charm it had was the best part about it. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> When you first walk in there is a sweet old lady, Maggie, who has been running the shop her entire life, and now officially knows me by name. Every once in a while her daughter is around, or her grandkids, just visiting with customers and helping out. Just like an old school candy shop, along the back counter are hundred’s of jars filled with fresh candy, and an old soda machine that you can mix and create your favorite flavors. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Cam, you hate it here, we don’t have to go inside,” I mumbled already reaching to open the door and head in. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Laughing Cameron leaned over and unbuckled my seatbelt before getting out of the car. “I don’t </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">hate</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> it here, that old lady is nice and she gives me free candy while you shop.”</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“That old lady has a name, and thank you so much for bringing me here. I just hope you are prepared for a long day of sitting because there is no stopping me until this place closes.” I swung my arms around Cam’s waist and pulled him in for a hug, “Seriously, I know you don’t like coming here and it really means a lot to me that you are here.”</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Enough, enough Liv, I know you like it here, and you have been weird lately…so this is to bring you up and out of that weirdness, I am over it. So you are welcome.”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Well thanks,” I started, “And I already said you’re welcome, Cmon let’s go.”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Actually, can you just give me a second quick? Go on inside and I’ll be right there” I motioned, reaching in my bag to grab my cell—I hadn’t talked to Hayden since last night. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Hello?”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Hey Hayden, I just wanted to let you know that I’m spending the day at the Market, Cam drove me up here, so I’ll be home pretty late tonight.” I hesitated on telling him it was Cameron that had driven me up here, but I was no good at keeping secrets, so while it was no surprise to hear him sigh, I still cringed a little when he did.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Sounds good babe, no problem.”</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> I was pretty sure there was some sarcasm laced in that sentence, but maybe Hayden was getting over his issue with Cameron, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> “I hope you and Cameron have a great time on your little trip. Feel free to call me when you have the time.” </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Apparently not.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Ok, well obviously I am calling you now, and would like to talk to you, and have the time for you Hayden, but whatever. I just thought if you were free tonight you’d want to come over?”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“I’ve got work in the morning, and I’m not going to come over just to sleep. You’ll be home late so I’ll call you tomorrow.” </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And with that, he hung up the phone. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> Ugh, I could not figure out what his problem was. Hayden and I were usually so together, and so in synch with our moods. It was one of the things that helped out relationship be a little easier, but lately, everything seemed to be getting him upset, or I was the one upset. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“O-L-I-V-I-A, let’s go!” Cameron shouted from the front door of the store, starting the two ladies who were leaving.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> I walked up to him and managed the most sincere smile I could. “I don’t know why you are so anxious to get in here, I always end up looking through this stuff alone anyways…”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Maybe just getting here wasn’t the only surprise I had for you today…” And with a wink over my head to Maggie, Cameron grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-24492091617862228482010-06-03T23:28:00.001-05:002011-05-31T15:33:59.944-05:00Car rides and surprises...<b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><i>So not sure if anyone is out there reading this blog yet, but if you are...Could you please comment and let me know what you think so far? I'm so new into this and I would love the feedback to see how you guys think its going! Things you'd like to see changed...the style or something! </i></b><div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><b><i>Here's the new post: </i></b></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“So when Chloe said that you were totally ok with her moving here…she was lying?” </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“No..what…why would you even say that?”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“She mentioned that you acted ‘weird’ when she reminded you about her living with me, something about thinking she had run away?”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Look, I think its great that Chloe moved in with you, and its incredibly sweet of you to let her stay until she finds her own place closer to this new job-”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Liv, this </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">is</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> her new place. She’s staying in the second bedroom as my </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">roommate</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> for as long as she wants. I thought you said you were listening when she was explaining all of this to you.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Right, of course! Anyway, where are we going?” I leaned over across the driver’s seat to look harder out Cameron’s window. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“I told you it’s a surprise…” Glancing down at me Cameron flashed a quick smile and put his hand up into my hair, “I know you will love it, just give me a sec.” Surprises were not always my favorite thing, unless they turned out to be great. Usually not the case..but when they were good..I was all about them.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Driving with Cameron was one of my favorite things in the whole world. No matter how long or short the ride, we never ran out of things to say to each other.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“God, I can’t believe my radio is broken.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Ha I barely noticed to be completely honest, you won’t stop yapping over there.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“You know Liv,” reaching over and ruffling my hair Cameron started to laugh and then he started to sing. “</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I’ll be your crying shoulder…III’ll be loves suuuiiiccciiiiidddeeee, and I’ll be better when I’m oooolder I’lllllll be the greatest faaaaaaaan of your liiiiife”. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Wow! I think applause are in order over here…that’s obviously the most rock star rendition of that song I have ever heard, Bravo!” </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Shut up, you know you liked it. I’m way better than the radio, you know you loved it.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Of course I did Cam, it was just </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">SO </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">lovely.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Well, now that you are smiling, how are things going with Hayden these days? Still think he’s the bees knees?”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Seriously, did you just say ‘the bees knees’ God Cam, what are you 95? No one, and I repeat no one says things like that anymore.” I shoved shoulder away from me laughing at his ridiculousness, “And yes, he is quite wonderful.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Ok ok, and that’s all I would like to hear for today because we’re here”. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Looking up I was just about speechless but somehow I managed, “Cam…oh Cam. How did you know?”</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-53401599637324616902010-06-01T21:35:00.000-05:002011-05-31T15:35:54.139-05:00Chloe's M.I.A...again.<!--StartFragment--> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Mom, really?” </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Yes dear, shes gone. Gone gone gone. I was watching my shows, and she walked right past me, grabbed her key’s and left!”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Mom, that doesn’t sound tragic. In fact, it seems pretty normal”. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Olivia, do not sass me. This was </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">three</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> days ago.”</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Three days!? Mom, why didn’t you call me yesterday. Or better yet, the day before.. three days! Chloe could be anywhere at this point! Just wait, just stay put. I’ll get Hayden and we’ll be right over.”</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Turning around I stood back up and turned towards Hayden’s apartment. I kept telling myself to just breathe, I was the one who was angry anyway..there was no need for the butterflies I felt developing in my stomach. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Slowly I opened the door and stepped inside as quiet as I could. Hayden was hunched over the kitchen table, hands in his hair, taking long, deep breaths. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Hun? Hayden, love?” I felt myself smiling, melting as I walked up and pressed myself against him. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Liv, I can’t do this. I can’t fight with you like this, and have you leave me.” Hayden shifted his body and wrapped his left arm around my waist. “You walk out of here, leaving me yelling at a closed door, and then walk back in because you need something.”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“I don’t need anything. Hayden, this isn’t the time,” I protested, pulling out of his arm. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Yes you do. You were mad at me. You walked out of here, and now you are back. It’s been about three minutes, so there is no way that you are over this situation, you need me for something”. He looked up at me, and lowered his arms. Raising from the chair it was hard not to admire the perfect dip his muscles made against his sweat pants. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Hayden, what were talking about is important. I am not over it, and I don’t need something. But you need to know that Chloe is missing. My mom just called and said she’s been missing for three days. She left Wednesday night and hasn’t called or been home since”. I walked behind the kitchen counter and tried to busy my hands with the dishes, I could feel myself getting anxious as we were wasting even more time.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Chloe’s gone? Are you sure this time? Did you even try to call her?”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Of course I tried to ca—“ I started and then realized that No, that was exactly what I hadn’t done. “Just give me a sec Hayden”. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> Walking out of the room I opened the bedroom door and leaned my forehead against the closet door and dialed Chloe. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Hello? Livvy?” </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Chloe? Are you kidding me right now? What are you doing, where are you?” I felt my anger level rising, and lowered my voice, “Please tell me you are alright?”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Of course I’m alright! But I’m at work right now, can I call you back?” </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Work? Chloe, mom is convinced you have run away, why havn’t you been home in three days?” I turned around and watched Hayden walk into the room. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Told you. </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">He mouthed at me.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Livvy, If you are going to call yourself my sister, then I would appreciate if you would at least pay attention when I call you in my time of need. I am staying with Cameron, he lives five minutes from my new job, and I don’t have the money to spend on gas right now.” </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Cameron’s? My Cameron?” Shit. I looked up and saw Hayden’s face go from one of love to one of pure annoyance. “I mean Cameron, of course, now I remember..right you are staying there…work…” I helplessly found myself sputtering into the phone.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Way to go Olivia, Hayden is right there isn’t he?”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Mmhmm. Love you too Chloe, call me later. Ok, bye!” I pressed my back against the closet and smiled over at Hayden. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Don’t give me that shit Liv. ‘</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Your Cameron?’</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> What the hell does that mean? You are always saying things like that, and I am trying so hard to respect the friendship that you have, I know he is your best friend, but he is a man. A </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">single</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> man, and..”</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Hayden, he’s a friend. You know that you are the one I adore.” I pulled at his hand and then pushed him down onto his bed. Pressing my lips against his neck I breathed him in, and wondered to myself, why in the world it was getting so hard to simply adore Hayden…</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115373150329295075.post-59276573578302889472010-06-01T20:10:00.000-05:002011-05-31T15:35:21.619-05:00Introductions...sort of.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">"<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Fine, leave!", Hayden shouted at an already slammed door. </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Spinning around Olivia quickly realized she had two problems. First: Hayden. He was delicious in every way that word was meant to describe a man. At about 6’1’’ he stood half a foot taller than she, and had a body sculpted to perfection <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">slightly</span> tan all year round. His black hair was a messy tangle on top of his head, constantly falling in front of his light gray eyes. Beautiful. Second: She left her keys inside, right next to </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">him.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></i></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>“<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Damnit</span>! That man alone is enough to drive me completely mad!” Olivia continued walking down the steps and out onto the sidewalk, pulling out her blackberry to call someone, anyone. While scrolling through her contacts, she got a text:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">**</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hey gorgeous, just got out of a meeting. Hope you are having a better day. –C </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><i><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ah, yes. Hello problem number three: Cameron. Well to be fair, Cameron <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wasn</span>’t a problem..just a very affectionate best friend. To most women, Cameron was the ideal man. He was successful, passionate, and sexy. Ugh, well to other women he was sexy. To Olivia, he was just Cameron, her best friend from college, who was a player to the core. His navy blue eyes were the perfect contrast to his fair skin and dark <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">blonde</span> hair. He was practically a Ken doll. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Realizing the mess of her situation Olivia sighed and sat down behind her car, and it was then that her phone rang. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>“Olivia, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dah</span>-ling! How are you, and Hayden? Is he as fabulous as always? What about that delectable boy toy of yours Cameron? Still rich? Anyway, I need you to come home quick sweetie, your sister is missing”. </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Olivia Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195027040458452377noreply@blogger.com0