Olivia's Point Of View ~

I'm sitting in the passenger seat next to Eric as we drive back to Michael and I's place. We had such a perfect day together. Eric was so sweet. Firstly, we had a morning coffee then took a walk along the beach, then we went to the movies and now we just had such a romantic dinner together . . sharing a dance on the beautiful ballroom space of the restaurant. It was just the perfect end to a perfect day. I just feel so happy. I'm really loving this new and improved Eric. He's not that guy anymore . . he's different now . . he's changed. I believe that. I really believe that. The guy that would break my heart and constantly disappoint me has disappeared now. And Amanda, she was the women that Eric was seeing . . the women that Eric had cheated on me with . . left me to be with . . well, she's out of the picture now. Eric said that they broke up a few weeks ago. He told me that when he saw me that time at the mall when I was with Michael, picking a gown to wear to my cousin Carly's wedding . . that he couldn't stop thing about me and he just had to see me again.He missed me. Eric is just way too sweet. He told me that I was on his mind 24/7 after he saw me that day. I was blushing when he was telling me all of that. Once he and Amanda broke up he came back to me. I'm just feeling so lucky.

He worried that I wouldn't want to see after everything. All our history so he left a bunch a flowers at my doorstep that time. But of course I would of wanted to see him. When I saw him standing in front of me, at the front door. I was excited and overwhelmed to see him. And now look at us, he promised that he'll never leave me again and now we are back together and I feel stronger than ever. We walk hand in hand up to my front door. The jingle of my keys amongst the endless collection of keychains. Tonight is such a pretty night. It's so peaceful along with the round glow of the full room. Oh it's quite spectacular isn't it?. I open the door, Eric walking in and both of us laughing together about our past comedies together. We did have some very fun times together. I guess that's what I chose to hold onto when it comes to Eric. 

Michael comes into view, holding a can of Pepsi in his hand. I gave him a wide smile. A cheerful perk in my voice. 

"Hey Michael. How are you? . . " I ask. Eric exchanges his greetings also. 

I see Michael give Eric a seemingly casual nod in his direction. "Hey Liv . . "

. . he puts his can of drink down on the coffee table next to him. 

"I'm umm . . good thanks. I'm umm . . going to bed now . . night . . " He says, it's in an odd way to me. It's not in a Michael kinda way . . at all. 

Is it just me or is Michael not himself tonight? . . 

Michael walks upstairs quickly without another word spoken. That's very strange to me. Michael has never acted this way before. When I would walk in the door, he would always greet me in the warmest of ways, no matter who I was with. But now, tonight . . he seems well . . very down and distant. Maybe it's because of Eric being back and Michael has never really liked him. I mean, it's no secret. 

Hmm maybe that's why. Oh. I don't know. My mind is thinking all kinds of things. I don't know what else it would be. Maybe there is something else going on with Michael that I don't know about. Something that even Michael hasn't told me about. I'm suddenly cut out of my thoughts when I feel Eric in my ear, whispering that we should go upstairs to bed now. He sounds very seductive. I smile, going upstairs with him. But it's bothering me. Michael, I mean. I hope he's okay. I stare in a daze at Michael's bedroom door as his room is right next to mine. Ugh, that's it. I need to talk to him. I have to know if everything's okay with Michael. 

I quickly put on my pyjama's and tell Eric that I'll be right back. 

I knock on Michael's bedroom door softly . . 

A quiet 'come in' is heard from the other side. I open it, slowly. I see Michael watching some television. He's lying on his back, his head is on his pillow and his hands are raised and under his head. He turns his television off and sits up quickly on the sight of me. Sitting with his legs crossed on the bed and is facing me. I walk over to other side of the bed, sitting down next to him the same way. 

I give him a warm smile. "Michael, are you okay? . . " I ask softly.

" . . yeah I'm okay . . " He tells me, putting his head down before snapping it back up and looking at me in the eyes. They tell me a different story . . his eyes . . they look glassy to me. 

What is going on with Michael? I'm really concerned. 

I don't want to say too much. I just don't want to upset him, even more by the looks of it. I just want him to know that whatever is going on with him . . that I'm here for him. Because I know that he's not going to tell me anyways. That's the best that I can do. I bring my hand up from off my lap and take hold of his, rubbing my thumb up and down the top of his hand in a comforting way. We are sitting pretty close now to each other . . our knees are touching. But I don't mind, of course. 

"Michael your my best friend. If something is wrong . . please tell me, baby" I say quietly. 

He looks at me a for a second, then shakes his head. 

"I'm fine Olivia. I really am . . "

I stay quiet. Nodding my head feeling a little defeated in his tone. I lean in, going more and more closer to him. I place a soft kiss upon his forehead. My hand attaching gently to his cheek as I do so. 

"If you need to talk to me . . I'm around, okay? . . good night Michael . . " I display a soft smile. 

Michael takes hold of my hand. Kissing it very softly. I smile. 

"I'm fine, but . . thanks. Sleep well, Liv . . "He says painfully softly. 

I walk out of his bedroom and close his door gently.

Michael's Point Of View ~

Olivia did in fact catch me at a bad time, see I just lost my smile. 

Just seeing him with Olivia, with my girl. Knowing how he broke her heart time after time. He made so many mistakes and yet he's back and he doesn't even deserve her. I still don't understand why after all those times of sadness that he put upon Olivia that . . she forgave him. Giving him another chance. But how many chances does someone get? Does she remember how she felt when she found out he was cheating on her? Does she remember who hurt her?

Him. He did. It was you, Eric. 

I want her to be mine. I want her to belong with me. But it's like she belongs to him. It's like she's just let everything slide, letting everything just go. It's like she's letting him win after everything he has done. She's giving herself over to him again and again and that thought just kills me. I do hope that Olivia didn't see that I was upset. She may have though, I could see it when she looked at me. But she doesn't know why, not the truth as to why. I guess that's something. She can't know why. She can never know . . and now that Eric is back with Olivia . . I just can not tell her. Besides, after everything that Olivia and I have shared emotionally and most of all physically, wouldn't she have felt something for me by now?

I let out a loud sigh. 

I guess not. Besides it was always casual and just fun. 

I wipe away a few tears as they fall gracefully down my already damp cheeks. 

Oh God. I know my heart can't take anymore. Damn it. Why can't she just walk away from him? It's just that she gives him what I want with her . . her love . . her everything. I feel like I have lost Olivia now. Now, my heart has stopped beating and my mind has stopped thinking along with my strength turning into weakness. To the thought of Olivia has some other man that I despise. Now, it's all over. It's all done. I should of never thought that she would always be the one. I'll be alright. I will be just fine, I'll be okay once Olivia gets out of my mind. But I can't get her out so maybe I never will be. I'm in love with her and that's why it's hard. I lay down in bed, pulling the covers over myself. Listening to them just on the other side of the wall. A tear finds its way out . . slowly rolling down my cheek. I put the palm of my hand over my head and let it sit upon the wall. I begin to close my tired eyes, hoping that I can dream about her . . me and her. The two of us. 

It's me that she is with right now . . and not him. 

to be continued.