Eric wasn't exactly sure what he'd got himself into when he took Olivia home. It was sort of iffy even when she invited him in. He felt so foreign in a foreign land. Because he was lost in her words. Possibly spellbinding, but still lost. And no one home to even to try to translate. Eric really didn't want to be there.
He tried his best to look interested. Not cross. It was just mind boggling. He kept eating at his bottom lip. She handed him lip balm. His eyes lit. What was she expecting?
"Well, thanks." He just put it in his pocket.
She gave him an odd look then. She wasn't giving it to him. It was just to borrow. He politely took a bit on his finger. Gave it back to her. She was going to watch him put it on. It made him nervous.
"All right," Eric jumped up. There in her livingroom, looking down at her who was sitting on the couch. "This isn't going to work. I'm sorry. Its just not. Its not your fault. Really. Its mine-"
She looked away and ran up the stairs then to her room and slammed the door behind her.
Eric felt the anguish sitting in. He hadn't meant to upset her. Really, it was just bizarre. That was it. It was like listening to a cave woman, perhaps. Not that she grunted or anything. The words just came out pathetic and kind of horrifying at times.
Suddenly, tears came to his eyes. What was he supposed to do? God, he didn't want to cry. He was sure she was crying. Maybe she'd heard it all before. Maybe.
His throat tighten as he stared up-stair. Did he dare go up there? He thought he might be sick if he stayed. Maybe he'd lose his voice completely and know exactly how she felt.
Eric carefully walked up the stairs thinking he had to say something. He tapped lightly on her door. "I didn't mean to upset you," he then said. "I'm....sorry." He finally cleared his throat. Eric wasn't sure it would do any good.
Finally the door opened, and Olivia handed him a journal. She didn't say one word to him.
"I can't." Eric shook his head and gave it back to her.
She pushed it back. READ. She wrote with her finger across the journal.
Eric just stared at her fingers for a bit. Finally, he opened it up. It was a book of poetry, hand written too. They were Olivia's words. Her voice right there on the pages. His eyes lit as he looked at her writing. He smiled.
"You write poetry."
She nodded. Olivia wanted him to have it.
He tried his best to look interested. Not cross. It was just mind boggling. He kept eating at his bottom lip. She handed him lip balm. His eyes lit. What was she expecting?
"Well, thanks." He just put it in his pocket.
She gave him an odd look then. She wasn't giving it to him. It was just to borrow. He politely took a bit on his finger. Gave it back to her. She was going to watch him put it on. It made him nervous.
"All right," Eric jumped up. There in her livingroom, looking down at her who was sitting on the couch. "This isn't going to work. I'm sorry. Its just not. Its not your fault. Really. Its mine-"
She looked away and ran up the stairs then to her room and slammed the door behind her.
Eric felt the anguish sitting in. He hadn't meant to upset her. Really, it was just bizarre. That was it. It was like listening to a cave woman, perhaps. Not that she grunted or anything. The words just came out pathetic and kind of horrifying at times.
Suddenly, tears came to his eyes. What was he supposed to do? God, he didn't want to cry. He was sure she was crying. Maybe she'd heard it all before. Maybe.
His throat tighten as he stared up-stair. Did he dare go up there? He thought he might be sick if he stayed. Maybe he'd lose his voice completely and know exactly how she felt.
Eric carefully walked up the stairs thinking he had to say something. He tapped lightly on her door. "I didn't mean to upset you," he then said. "I'm....sorry." He finally cleared his throat. Eric wasn't sure it would do any good.
Finally the door opened, and Olivia handed him a journal. She didn't say one word to him.
"I can't." Eric shook his head and gave it back to her.
She pushed it back. READ. She wrote with her finger across the journal.
Eric just stared at her fingers for a bit. Finally, he opened it up. It was a book of poetry, hand written too. They were Olivia's words. Her voice right there on the pages. His eyes lit as he looked at her writing. He smiled.
"You write poetry."
She nodded. Olivia wanted him to have it.
Hi there-maybe the poetry journal will bring them together.
ReplyDeleteIt always makes me nervous when I'm in a situation like the lipbalm situation ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh. That went terribly wrong. Hopefully, they'll reconcile... I think Olivia is willing to.
I really like this. Eric so careful..then to get the poems. I hope he won't ruin this.
ReplyDeleteOMG!How sweet is that?
ReplyDeleteI just loved it!You know I'm so patetic romantic ...
Great,great!
The poetry thing was so..Inoccent and honest of her.
Well!Thanks for the comments!
Keep going..I can't wait for more Eric and Olivia.
Kisses
NEW STUFF!
poetry.
ReplyDeletei've always wished i could write poetry. i just can't.
i love your stories.
thank you, ellie.
ReplyDeletehappy valentines day to you, too. i can't believe i forgot about it. shows where my priorities are. or lack thereof. lol.
i'm so curious... will this work? will this not?
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