I've Just Seen A Face

“Hello?” Brittany asked out loud.
“Oh hey, Britt.” I said and moved away from her,
“Whoa, Olivia, what were you doing?” She asked, also moving away.
“Cuddling,” I said smiling and thinking of Paul, my boyfriend. It gave me shivers just thinking that.
“George was here?” She asked. I paused before speaking.
“No, it was Paul.” I said.
“What!?”
“Yeah…we’re together.” I said.
“What about George?” Brittany still couldn’t believe it.
“I realize that I don’t have feelings for him. I’ve always liked Paul.” I told her.
“Wow, you’re really moving on aren’t you.” She said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, first it was Davy, then George, then Davy, then George, and now Paul. You’re just moving right along.” I was offended.
“Are you calling me a slut Brittany?” I asked angry.
“I don’t know.”
“Brittany I can’t believe you! And excuse me, but you went to Paul from Micky rather quickly…” I said almost wanting to cry. Was I being a slut? I know I’ve done some not too good things, but I’ve finally figured it out. I was just really confused.
“Don’t be mad, I never said you were. You just seem to be moving quickly from guy to guy. That’s all. And the Micky thing was different.” No it wasn’t I thought. I knew with her, it was pure infatuation. I even knew that was Paul’s point of view, plus, he thought she looked easy. He told me, but I would never tell her that. Turning my attention back to our conversation, I said,
“Still, you are basically calling me a slut. And not that it’s any of your business, Ibut, I’ve only slept with Davy.”
“You haven’t slept with George?” She asked shocked.
“No,” I said, “I know my actions are horrible right now, but I’ve never been this confused before.”
“Well, maybe you are just being kinda a player.” She said.
“That doesn’t help Brittany.” I told her still really bothered.
“Sorry, I guess I don’t know what you are feeling so I can’t call you names, but from the outside it’s what it seems like.” she said.
“Well, I’m not.” I said still wondering if I was. We laid quiet for a while.
“Who else is in here?” Brittany asked.
“George.” he said and I about died. How much had he heard?
“Uh oh,” Brittany said quiet.
“So, how long were you lying to me?” he said. He sounded like he was going to cry.
“George, I never lied to you.” I said.
“Fine then, how long have you felt this way for Paul…” he said sadly, but a hint of anger was heard.
“I’ve liked him for a while now. I was going to tell you the day we went into that room and then ended up in the future. I didn’t think it was the right time, so I kept waiting till….” I didn’t know what else to say, and he didn’t reply.
“George, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you had to find out like this, I really did like you, but, I just, feel more for Paul…” this was a lot harder than I thought. I could hear sniffles and there was no more talk. He disappeared and it was just me, Brittany, and John. We didn’t really talk much, because I was thinking about what had just happened. Before long, I heard sniffling.
“Who’s crying?” I asked.
“Olivia,” I heard Paul say, voice quavering.
“Paul are you crying?” I asked and moved closer to him. I took his hand. He pulled away.
“Paul, what’s wrong, talk to me!” I said.
“We have to break up.” He said. I was stunned. We had just begun dating not 10 minutes ago, and now he was crying and telling me he wanted to break up.
“What? Paul I don’t understand…” I said and almost began crying.
“We can’t do this, George-” He began as he started to calm down.
“Did you talk to George?” I asked.
“Yes, and I really hurt him. He hates me. He said that he’ll never forgive me and that I am a lousy best friend…” He said but faded off. I didn’t know what to say. George had really hurt Paul by whatever he said. I can understand his hurt, but why did he have to say the things he did to Paul. We can’t control the way we feel. I moved away from Paul and was on the verge of tears. I had finally confessed everything to Paul and we were finally together. The thing that I longed for, for so long, and now it was ruined. I wasn’t going to let my pain show through. Most of all, I didn’t want Paul to see it. I felt stupid and totally embarrassed. Saying everything I’ve wanted to for so long, to be dumped not even 10 minutes later. Now I was so thankful, I didn’t tell him that I loved him.
“Well, I suppose it’s for the best.” I said. There were a few sniffles.
“For the best? What do you mean?” he said clearly not understanding.
“Well, I was just going to tell you that I also think we should break up.” I said lying through my teeth.
“What?” he was still shocked.
“Davy was in here, and we talked. I began to realize that I never stopped loving him and that all I felt for you was infatuation…” I knew this would probably hurt him, but I had to do it. I was in the selfish defense mood, trying to make myself feel better. It didn’t really help.
“You still love Davy?” he asked, hurt.
“Y-yes,” I said tears falling softly and quietly down my face. Paul didn’t say anything. And soon he was gone, replaced by Sara. Davy was lying on the other side of me.
“Hi Davy,” I said.
“Hi.” he said sadly.
“I have something to tell you.” I said, but really I didn’t want to. I don’t know what it was that made me do it, but nevertheless I continued.
“Go on.”
“I still love you.” I said.
“What?” he asked happy and shocked at the same time.
“I still love you.” I said crying, not out of joy, but of sadness for losing Paul. Would I ever see them again? I wasn’t with George and I wasn’t with Paul, so would they still want to see me?
“Oh, love, I’ve been waiting for you to say those words again!” Davy said taking me into his arms and kissing me, “I’ve missed you so much. I knew you still loved me. We were meant for each other!” He said, and I could hear the happiness in his voice.
“Me too,” I said resting against him. After laying quietly for a while, I was back at home. I didn’t want to do anything, not even change. I was really depressed. I guess this was meant to be. I was meant to be with Davy forever, even though I didn’t love him the way I needed to. I just laid on my bed waiting to be sucked back into the stomach.
“….happened?” I heard John say.
“Olivia and I finally confessed our feelings to each other.” Paul said. Instead of saying anything, I laid quiet listening.
“You like her?” John asked. Paul let out a short laugh.
“Very much.” he said. I smiled as the tears began falling. He really liked me….
“Really? I had no idea. I mean, I noticed you flirted a lot, but honestly, I thought it was because she was hot and you wanted to get into bed.” I laughed to myself, that’s John for you.
“Well, at first it started that way. I still think she’s hot, I mean, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve every seen. And well, I do still want to get her into bed,” he kinda laughed and I raised my eyebrows, “but because I like her, not just for her looks…” he said, “and, now, I just lost her.”
“Is that why you were crying?” John asked.
“Yes and no. George found out she wanted me instead and I told him that I really like her and have for a long time. He got very mad and began saying very cruel things to me that made me feel like the biggest piece of shit out there. He said that if I wanted to continue to be his friend, I would dump her. So I did. And it was one of the hardest things I‘ve had to do.”
“I’m sorry, man.” John said sympathetically, “how did she take it?”
“Well, at first she seemed sad and took my hands. So, I thought you know, even though right now we can’t be together, things might be able to happen someday because we still have feelings for each other. I know I will.”
“And?” John said, and I continued to keep quiet. I was still amazed at how much he seemed to like me. He seemed sure he would always have feelings for me.
“And…she told me she was just infatuated with me and still loved Davy…” he said, and I swear I heard him sniffle again. I shut my eyes and cried silently. He really did like me, and I hurt him horribly. I wish I could take it back and just tell him the truth, but it was too late. The damage was done.
“Enough on me though, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Paul said.
“Okay, man.” John replied.
“Have you been in here a lot?” Paul asked John, trying to change the subject.
“Um, not really, but Sara and I really hit it off.” he said. I opened my eyes. Sara and John?
“Really? What do you mean?” Paul asked, surprised himself.
“Well, I’ve always kinda fancied her, and every time I was in here, she was. We talked a lot and I really like her. She said she likes me as well, and kinda thought I was cute right away. She also told me that if I were to wait, she was going to talk to Mike.” I couldn’t believe it! Mike and Sara were perfect for each other, and what about Cyn?!
“John, what about Cyn…” Paul said for me.
“Ah, she’ll never know. Plus, you did it with Francie,” John said and I felt him shrug. I was confused not knowing who Francie was. Although I never knew Jane or this Francie, or any other girl Paul dated for that matter, I hated hearing their names. I got so jealous. Just knowing that they had Paul’s affection drove me mad.
“Yeah? Well look how well that turned out.” Paul said.
“It won’t happen to me. I’m more careful than you. Cyn has never found out.” John said.
“Does Sara know about Cyn?“ Paul asked.
“Yeah,, I told her we broke up though.” John replied. Gosh, John was horrible! I popped out one last time and never popped back in. The stomach was done, and what a horrible time it was. Davy came over that night and slept over. In a way it felt good to have him there, but only for the company. I still wanted Paul. At least now I knew I would still see them because John and Sara were beginning something. I would have to try and stop thinking about Paul, and try to go back to the way things were with Davy. And that means everything. Kissing, talking, making love, everything. But still, I was determined to have Paul. And one day, I’ll finally get to be with him. The man I truly loved.

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