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.

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1. kidding yourself

Oliver and I had been inseparable since we were in diapers.

We first met at my house in my little turtle shaped swimming pool while our moms gossiped over midday cocktails. We proceeded to make mudpies and we've been a messy duo ever since.

Sure, we hit an awkward patch of time in the eighth grade when Tad Mosby kissed my cheek at the school dance and Oli got all bent out of shape. But, we'd managed to work past that. Now, in our senior year of high school, things were top notch.

That is, until last month when Oliver was asked on a date by Lydia, who irritated me to no end.

"Oliver, why do you always insist on wearing those stupid band t-shirts? They're ok every now and then, but you never wear those really nice v-necks that I got you," she whined.

Why was this a valid discussion?

"I wore one to the movies last night," he said.

I guarantee he felt uncomfortable.

"But I want you to wear them to school," she continued to nag and smacked her gum. "I want everyone to see how cute you can be. You have so much potential, and you hide it."

Ugh. Who's hiding?

"He's fine the way he is," I finally stood. "You're just blind and judgemental."

"Hey, June, that's harsh," Oli said, but smiled nonetheless.

"You agree with her, don't you?" Lydia snapped. "You always side with her, but she's such a brat! I can't believe this."

She stood, too.

"Hey, you don't have to storm off. I was already on my way," i gestured for her to stay where she was.

She flopped back into her seat, arms crossed in a huff. She loved making scenes and couldn't stand that the opportunity was taken away.

I headed to the theater room, not looking behind me. All I could do with this frustration was channel it into my performance tonight. Hedy would be so pissed when she found out that I didn't wait for her to change into costume, but I kind of wanted one more person to argue with. It was turning out to be one of those days.

"What are you doing?!" Yep, that was the reaction I was expecting.

Hedy was all blonde curls and nerves on nights like this. She was always dressed as if in costume herself.

"You've got this collar all wrong," she huffed. "If you insist on sometimes putting my creations on by yourself, at least pay attention to how it's supposed to be done. This is my art, so please represent it with dignity."

And, with that, I felt incredibly guilty. I always had an easy time forgetting others and focusing on myself. Sometimes I got destructive and careless. More often than not, as my second longest and closest friend, I wouldn't take Hedy seriously. I wouldn't treat her work seriously. And she, as one of the best people existing on this planet, would be far too quick to forgive me after a brief scolding.

"You're quiet," she said softly as she made adjustments. "Did you fight with Oli again?"

"No," I sighed. "With Lydia."

"How is that much different?" She raised a brow. "Why don't you just admit that you like him? He told you how he felt about you years ago. You don't have to date him, but I'm sure you'd at least feel more at ease."

"I don't feel anything more than sisterly affection for him," I insisted as she applied heavy stage makeup to my face.

She just nodded in a highly patronizing fashion.

"You know, June, I love you. But, I wish you would be honest. Especially with yourself."

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