Taking You For Granted

Oliver had always been around, and so he would always be around... Just, as a friend. That's all he was, she swore to herself. But, when something terrible happens she's forced to take a new look at her longest standing, never changing relationship.


16. an object in motion

I was in disbelief on the entire trip home. I couldn't believe what Oliver had done for me. The planning and the effort that he'd spent.

When Will dropped us off, I stopped him before we could go into the house. Grabbing his wrist, but staring at my shoes.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm just really feeling like I don't deserve you right now," I admitted.

I received a very exaggerated eye roll in response.

"June, I need you to understand something," he said and held gently to both of my arms. "You aren't perfect."

"Gee, thanks."

"Hey, I'm not done," he said. "And neither am I. We don't exactly live in a world where anyone deserves anyone else. You can't earn a person. I didn't earn you, despite what some others might say. You simply decided to choose me on a completely random day. I chose you a bit sooner."

I cast my eyes to the side, trying to avoids his earnest gaze.

"Look at me," his voice was low and calm.

I turned to look at him and almost regretted it. He was peering into me, trying to get his meaning through to me.

"In no uncertain terms," he said, "I want you. You, June."

My breath caught in my throat. He leaned in and kissed me. A deeper, more meaningful, more yearning kiss than I'd ever had before in my life.

I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, my backpack threatening to pull me down. He released my lips, his eyes searching mine for understanding.

He smiled, satisfied that I did, in fact, understand.

He wouldn't let me feel guilty or inadequate. He wouldn't leave me, even if I was. Because he loved me, and you didn't have to be adequate to be loved by someone who's heart decided they were in love with you. And I did understand, because that's how I felt about him.

He took my hand and led me up to the house.

Carolyn greeted us happily.

She had some news for us.

"While you kids were out of town, Carla called me," she smiled. She was too excited.

"What is it?" Jude asked.

"The boy who went to juvy gave Eddie up," she said. "He told the police everything. How Eddie was sick of seeing you two together, that he wanted to try to pressure you to drop to suit and scare you. He said Eddie paid him and few other guys to take Oli into the auditorium to rough him up."

She paused for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Oliver asked. "Why do you look so concerned?"

"They've moved the trial forward to next Monday," she said. "Carla wants us to head down to Austin asap to prepare. I'm afraid you'll both have to miss your graduation ceremony."

I thought immediately of the list.

"It's okay," I smiled. "It's just a ceremony. We're still graduation, we'll still get our diplomas."

Oli squeezed my shoulders.

"Is your job okay with you taking that much time off?" Oli asked.

She simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Why don't you stay home then?" He suggested. "I'm sure Carla will make sure we've got a place to stay. Then you can meet us on Saturday."

Carolyn raised her eyebrows.

"We won't do anything stupid," Oli quickly assured her.

She frowned.

"I'm sure you will," she seemed resigned to the idea. "But, I wouldn't dare make you go alone, June. You two go together. But..."

She paused.

"Be... Be careful."

"Mom, we'll be fine. You can trust us."

We made it safely to Austin, pulling into the driveway of Carolyn's large mid century home. It was all angles, with a sloping flat roof and a line of wide, short windows along the bricked front.

She greeted us at the door.

"Welcome," she smiled as she escorted us in. "Follow me out back. I've got the guest house prepared for you."

"Guest house? A room is fine-"

"Kid," she interrupted me. "I don't make for the best company. It's why I'm still single. Believe me, you'll prefer it. It's why I had the thing built."

The guest house was really just a bedroom with a kitchen and bathroom all in one open space. The walls were mostly made up of floor to ceiling windows and the roof sloped to match that of the main house.

"Thank you for putting us up," Oli said as he sat our bags down beside the door.

"I'll let you both get settled," she smiled. "We'll have dinner later, then we'll start preparing before we turn in."

"Wait, so we'll be sharing a room?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she stated simply before exiting.

She left us to the guest house.

"For some reason, I thought we'd have separate rooms like we do at home," I said.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Carolyn's always treated us like adults," he noted. "She probably doesn't see the point."

I nodded.

He cleared his throat.

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