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Loves Me Not Part Four (Laura Garcia)

Book By: thatdorkygal
Romance



Eight Months after her trip to London, how is Laura coping?


Submitted:Jun 16, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Loves Me Not (PART FOUR)

Laura Garcia

It had been almost eight months since Scott died. I was starting to feel normal again, and I was back in the swing of things, carrying on with my life. Eventually the reporters died down, but the people in Basingstoke didn't let it go easily. I caught people staring at me and the stuck on smiles were starting to get to me.

But after eight months even those people forgot. I carried a heavy cake into the café and set it on our table. Back in London was the last time I had spoken to Olly and I was feeling good about how I left it. It was a little strange at first, just leaving, but now I could breathe. I was alright without men in my life for a while.

That is, except for Dominic. Dom was my adopted brother, or at least that's what I said. He said that it was just my excuse for being mean to him. Maria ran in panting. "He's here!" She shouted. The lights turned off. We heard the squeaking of the door opening.

"HAPPY LAW SCHOOL GRADUATION," Everyone chanted. Dom smiled widely. He was still in his suit. "Thanks guys," He said, scanning the room. "I really appreciate- is that cake?" Everyone laughed, even though Maria, Jess and I knew it was just an excuse to get to his closest friends. He gave us all hugs. He took a seat as the background music went on and people started milling around.

"Who are all these people? I didn't realize I had so many friends." Dom laughed. "You don't, we hired them." Maria retorted, and Dom kicked her chair playfully. Around 10pm people started leaving, only because it was a Sunday. Maria was asking Jess why she didn't colour her hair and I heaved a sigh. This was a long story that Jess loved to tell, and I was sure that Maria has asked it before.

The music stopped for a second and came back on. I shrugged it off and turned my attention to Dom. He too was bored of Jess's long story of her experiences with me in Spain. His forehead crinkled. "I didn't know we were doing karaoke." He said. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just some random guy on stage." I dismissed the thought and we continued chatting. Suddenly something registered. The guy on stage wasn't a very good singer, but he sounded awfully familiar. I turned around in my chair. Olly looked right at me from on stage and nodded. Then he turned his attention back to the rest of his audience. They looked pretty annoyed at him. "This one is for- a friend of mine."

He was singing the scientist by Coldplay. It is and was one of my favourite songs.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions

Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles, coming up tails

Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start.

My jaw clicked. I couldn't watch it anymore. I stood up and walked out. I glanced back to see the confused looks on my friends faces. I didn't notice Olly stop singing. I walked straight out into the drizzling rain and to my car. I had left my car keys inside. Tucking my soaked hair behind my ear, I contemplated marching back inside, but likely Olly had noticed my absence.

Against my better judgment I started back inside. I stopped as I saw Olly waiting just outside the door, dry under the big umbrella outside the café. I stayed in the rain with my arms crossed, even though the rain had picked up. He held out my bag and smiled. "What are you doing here?" I shouted. He mouthed 'I can't hear you' and motioned for me to come closer.

I walked under the umbrella and snatched my bag. "Why are you here, Olly?" I repeated. "Because- because I'm in love with you." He said. I frowned but said nothing. "Seriously Laura, I always have been, and I will always be in love with you." He gulped after this revolution. I kept my mouth shut, still processing all of this.

"That graduation night, I have been regretting it since it happened. And I was trying to think of how to tell you all of this, so I- that song explained everything, although I'm no Chris Martin." I laughed at that last part. I could feel myself crying. I wiped them away quickly. Why in the world was I crying?

"Besides, I know you've forgiven me." He added. There was that smug look I had seen the first time we had met. It was like he was some love-struck teenager. "Oh yeah, and why is that?" I asked. "Because, you love me too." I restrained a smile and instead rolled my eyes. "In your dreams Oliver," I scoffed. He raised an eyebrow. I stopped to think for a minute.

"Why didn't you stop me at that party?"

"Because I was scared,"

"You were scared of what, that I would beat you up?"

"No, I was scared because I loved you and I didn't know what to do with it."

I nodded. I was trying to think of a good reply when he kissed me. I bit my lip and looked around. "Alright then," I said. "Alright what,"

"Maybe I do love you too." I smiled for good measure. He smiled wider than I have ever seen. Suddenly, Dom, Jess and Maria walked through the door. "Oliver Adams, is that you?" She snorted. I looked over at them, and Jess stared at me. After a few seconds I saw the light bulb go off in her head. She let out a high pitched squeak.

"Come on everyone, let's go." She said excitedly. Dom and Maria shook off their confused faces and said goodnight. As they drove off, Olly and I started laughing. Why, I don't know.

It was as if all the years after Graduation night had lead up to this one moment. You know how people say, "Years from now, we'll laugh about this?" Well that was true for us.

We laughed all of those terrible years together.





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