Post by bananasmoothieees on Apr 7, 2006 0:50:04 GMT -5
author's note: sorry it's taken a while. i have had like zero time to do anything technological, like go online. BUT...now i have time. so here y'all are. read it! hope you like it...and leave me some feedback y'all!! kisses!
so much for seeing him soon. a week and four days had gone by, and i had only seen apolo at his events. apparently, "it gets busy toward the closing days." i was annoyed. what good was it to have a boyfriend and not be able to see or talk to him? my mind raced. what if apolo had forgotten all about me? what if he found some other fan to worship him? i decided i needed to see him. i made my mind up; i was going to suprise him at the lodging where he was staying. i gathered up my purse and cell phone, and headed out the door of my gorgeous hotel room.
after one hour of driving and being serenaded with french love songs by my cab driver, i came to the lodging. i walked casually inside, my skin tingling. what if someone was to see me? 'she doesn't belong here' i imagined someone saying. "okay, calm down, em. no one's even going to notice," i muttered to myself under my breath. my eyes scanned the room. where was he? finally, i saw him. he was talking to a beautiful reporter, laughing, smiling and having a grand time. instantly, i felt a pang of jealousy. 'no reason to be jealous, em. he chose YOU' i was constantly telling myself in my head, trying to remember the last time apolo and i had hung out. finally, i looked up, and the reporter was gone. the time was right.
i lept quietly behind him and put my hands over his eyes. "pssst" i whispered, happily. "suprise!" i kissed him lightly on the cheek.
he put his hands over mine, and spun around. "em!" he said, his voice ringing with excitement. he kissed me full on the lips. "im so happy to see you. im so sorry that i haven't really been able to...you know...see...i wanted to-" he said, putting his hands on my face.
i smiled. "i missed you too," i said simply, snaking my arms around his neck. i tilted my head to teh side and sighed. "it's all coming to an end," i said sadly.
"what are you talking about?" he asked, moving his hands to my waist, and pulling me closer.
"the end. the olympics. they're almost over. i wont see you anymore"
"aww, em. we'll see each other. i promise," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "oh!! come with me," he said suggestively, smiling at me.
"apolo, i couldn't do that. i have school, you know?" i said regretfully, resting my hands on his chest.
i instantly regreted saying that i had school.
"school? like high school?" he asked, stepping back.
"no no. like college," i said, dropping my hands from his chest. oh no. not good. i could tell i was going down a one-way street into a bad neighborhood.
"how old are you, emily?" he asked, pulling completely away from me.
"does it really matter?" i asked.
"how old are you?" he demanded.
i looked down timidly. "21"
he covered his eyes with his hands. he sat down on the soft plushy couch, sighing. "you're 21," he said incredulously.
"but does it really matter, apolo? i mean, look. age is just a number! we were going on fine until you found out what age i was. i mean, okay. i shouldnt've kept it a secret, but i mean, its not that bad! see, its no different! age shouldnt matter" i said, almost pleading, sitting down beside him.
he looked over at me, and shook his head. "i dunno, em. i need to think"
"we only have two days, apolo. i want to spend them with you," i said. i knew i sounded desperate, but at this point i didn't care. i didn't want to lose him.
"i want to spend them with you too, but i need to think about all of this," he said, standing up. he leaned down, kissed me on the top of the head, and waved. "i'll try and call you later," he muttered, walking away slowly.
i sat there for a while in disbelief. this couldn't be happening. in the last two weeks i'd met apolo. i'd partied with apolo. i'd hooked up with apolo. and now, i'd blown it with apolo. fantastic. i picked up my purse, slung it over my shoulder, and stood up. i walked slowly toward the door, when i heard a noise.
"well. then. you must be the new girl"
i turned around. "what?"
"apolo's new toy," a woman said, pushing her hair out of her face.
"excuse me" i said, my voice ringing with annoyance. i turned back around and continued to walk toward the exit.
"im allison. allison baver. im sure you've heard of me," she said, catching up with me. she extended her hand.
i took it hesitantly. "hi. emily rae"
"okay. listen. i just want you to know. apolo is mine, okay? he's not yours, not anyone elses. mine" she glared at me.
i rolled my eyes. 'so not the time, bietch,' i thought to myself, pushing my own bangs behind my ear. i sighed and stared coldly at her. "funny, if he's yours, then why is he my boyfriend?" i asked walking away.
she lept in front of me. "you think youre so smart and coy, but you're not. you know you're just his rebound girl. we only broke up a few weeks ago, which is a short amount of time," she preached, blocking my way out.
i rolled my eyes. "move" i demanded.
"see. you're all mad, because you and him got in a fight. he'll dump you and it will be all over. and who will be there when he's down because he has no love? me. i'll bet you anything that it's going to end soon," she sneered, sticking her face into mine.
i pushed past her, connecting my shoulder with hers. i didn't say anything. i just walked out annoyed. who did she think she was anyway? its not like he was her property. it's not like they were even serious. i stood on the curb waiting for a cab to pick me up. tears weld up in my eyes, and i blinked the back. i couldn't cry. i wouldn't cry. the cab pulled up and i clambered in and directed the driver back to my hotel.
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"you're serious? why are you leaving?" callie exclaimed, watching me pack my things.
"well, im not leaving NOW, but we do leave tomorrow, and i just want to go home," i said sniffing, holding back tears.
"dude, em. i totally thought you'd want to stay, you know. with apolo?" callie said, opening her suitcase and beginning to fold things more neatly. "after all, this is the last time you'll see your boyfriend for a while,"
"yeah, i don't know if he's still my boyfriend," i said, throwing a jacket into my suitcase.
"what?"
"yeah. we sort of got in a fight. about age" i said sadly, looking up at her.
callie looked at me in suprise. her pale green eyes were wide, and she walked over and sat beside me on the bed. she picked up one of my shirts and folded it in her lap.
"em, im so sorry," she whispered, placing the shirt in my suitcase.
"whatever. i dont want to think about it. i dont want to talk about it. i just want to go," i said angrily, tears welling up in my eyes again. i frowned. "i just...i liked him so much. and i thought he liked me too. well. liked me enough to put the age difference aside, but i guess not." i said, tears slipping down my cheeks.
callie put her arm across my shoulders. "emily, thats not fair. you never told apolo how old you were. how was he supposed to know you had a big age difference? now, granted, he never asked you, but i think its not totally his fault here. but its not yours either. i think you should just give him time to think about it, mull it over, then talk about it with him. im sure everything will be fine," callie said optimistically, squeezing my shoulders.
i looked over at her and smiled slightly. "thanks, cal" i said, resting my head on her shoulder.
"lets go out," callie said suddenly, jumping up. "there's an awesome club downtown. let's go"
we went oout to a club called 'Avec Moi' and as soon as we entered i regreted it. callie started dancing immediately, catching the guys of many guys around us. i tried to sway slightly, but i couldn't get the feel of the music. i looked around, scanning the room, when i saw him.
he was gorgeous. or at least the back of his head was. that was all i could see. he had nice wavy brown hair, tall and slender. i wmiled and danced with more zeal. i kept my eye on him. he was a good dancer, flowing well with the music. he stopped and shuffled over to the bar. i couldn't see his face fully, plus the room was so dark. i started to follow him, but callie pulled me back with a needy look on her face. i smiled at her, and snaked out of her grip. i headed to the bar and sat down beside the guy. he was drinking a lot now, getting drunk. you could tell. i looked at him. he started to turn slowly on the spot. he looked at me. his eyes widened. my eyes widened.
"apolo?!" i asked incredulously, staring at him. i felt my stomach drop straight down. oh god.
pt.5
"oh!. hello, eh. mee. lee," he said smiling. he took another sip of his beer and put his hand on my shoulder. "why, you look HOT" he said, winking.
i shrugged his hand off. "look, apolo, we need to talk," i said loudly, trying to get my voice through over the music.
"i know. look, em. im sorry about the whole age fight thing, it was stupid," he said slowly, closing his eyes and waving his hand around in the air.
i sniffed and waited for him to continue.
"but?" i suggested.
"but. but. but you are so young. and im so not. and it's just a little weird, you know? i mean, emily, to be honest, i really really like you. youre a nice, pretty, smart, wonderful person to be around, but i durno because our ages are so different, you know?" he asked, sipping his drink again. "i really like you, but maybe we should just give it some time, you know? but see, i really like you, allison," he said.
my throat dried. the air became thick. i couldn't breathe. my eyes widened. i licked my lips and waited for him to catch his mistake. he didn't. he just smiled and drank more. he looked at me eagerly waiting for a response. my eyes filled with tears. my mind was urging him to catch his mistake, but an apology never came. even if he caught it and just said "oops, i mean emily" would've been better than this. i swallowed and tried to get words out of my dry mouth.
"i....im..not allison," i choked out. i stood up to leave, my eyes blurry with tears. he did still like her after all. she was right. i tried so hard to keep from crying.
"i know youre not allison, ha, you don't need to tell me that," he laughed, pulling my arm.
"you called me allison!" i cried, wrenching my arm from his grip. "you still like her," i said, a sob growing in my chest.
"no no, emily. i said emily! i know i said emily. i remember. i love the way your name rolls off my tounge. i know i said emily," he insisted, but his face looked unsure.
"you said allison," i told him, a tear falling down my cheek. i wiped it away hastily. "goodbye, apolo anton ohno. it was interesting. have a good life," i said walking away.
he grabbed my wrist. "no, please, emily. talk with me. please. don't leave. not like this. we need to talk," he said, his eyes red.
"what is there to talk about? nothing really. you didn't want to be with me because of the age difference. thats why such a big deal was made. you said you like allison. i think it's pretty spelled out," i said, crying now. "what is there left to talk about?"
"no, emily. youre not listening," he said frustratedly. his face was screwed up like he was trying so hard to say what he was feeling. he opened his mouth to start, but it just closed again, no words coming out. not even a sorry. i rolled my eyes and pulled away.
"there is no point talking about this with you now. youre so drunk, you wont even remember this tomorrow," i sobbed angrily, pulling away from him. "youre just like every other guy, apolo ohno. thanks for a very interesting and memorable vacation," i said, unable to hold back anymore tears.
i turned my back on apolo anton ohno and headed back toward the crowded dance floor. before i approached callie, i made sure my tears were wiped away and i tried to enjoy myself. i couldn't. i touched callie's shoulder and told her i was going back to the hotel. she waved and continued dancing with some guys she met.
back at the hotel, i finished packing. i wanted to get out of vancouver as fast as i possibly could. i picked up my journal, and was about to throw it into my suitcase when a hot pink piece of paper fluttered to the ground. i picked it up. it was apolo's party invite with his number on it. tears sprang to my eyes. i ripped it in half, and collapsed on the bed. i was crying. i was crying for me. i was crying for apolo. i was crying for everything. a vacation that started out as one that should have been memorable and fantastic had such a horrible ending. i lay crying on my bed, my eyes turning puffy and red by the second. i heard my hotel phone ring, but i didn't answer it. in my mind swam memories of my vacation; when i first met apolo, when we partied, how i'd felt as if i'd known him for so long, when we went out and he saved me from that man, to when we made out in the courtyard of my hotel. i cried harder, wishing the memories would vanish, but they still remained, replaying themselves over and over in my head.
i was still awake when callie came home. she saw me lying on my bed, eyes and nose red and puffy. she sat down next to me and stroked my hair. she tsked at me and looked down sympathetically.
"you really liked him, didn't you," callie said sadly, running her long fingers through my hair.
i was unable to respond. my throat was tight and i couldn't move without bursting into tears.
"i think he really does have genuine feelings for you, em. he found me after you left. he looked about the state you look now. he really likes you. he's torn up you left. especially like that. i think you should give him another chance, emily" callie said, her voice almost repremanding.
i looked at her. "we're going back to california tomorrow. if he really wants me. he'll find me," i said shakily, my throat contracting with every word. i turned over and closed my eyes. i cleared my mind of all thoughts apolo, felt the cool, fresh breeze sweep through the open window, and touch my face. callie was still stroking my hair as i fell asleep.
author's note: alright!! the next part...part 6...is the ending! which means, all of our apolo/emily/calle drama is coming to an end. wahh. ahah. but yes. i hope you guys liked this one...very dramatic. but yeah. leave me feedback, please!! :]
so much for seeing him soon. a week and four days had gone by, and i had only seen apolo at his events. apparently, "it gets busy toward the closing days." i was annoyed. what good was it to have a boyfriend and not be able to see or talk to him? my mind raced. what if apolo had forgotten all about me? what if he found some other fan to worship him? i decided i needed to see him. i made my mind up; i was going to suprise him at the lodging where he was staying. i gathered up my purse and cell phone, and headed out the door of my gorgeous hotel room.
after one hour of driving and being serenaded with french love songs by my cab driver, i came to the lodging. i walked casually inside, my skin tingling. what if someone was to see me? 'she doesn't belong here' i imagined someone saying. "okay, calm down, em. no one's even going to notice," i muttered to myself under my breath. my eyes scanned the room. where was he? finally, i saw him. he was talking to a beautiful reporter, laughing, smiling and having a grand time. instantly, i felt a pang of jealousy. 'no reason to be jealous, em. he chose YOU' i was constantly telling myself in my head, trying to remember the last time apolo and i had hung out. finally, i looked up, and the reporter was gone. the time was right.
i lept quietly behind him and put my hands over his eyes. "pssst" i whispered, happily. "suprise!" i kissed him lightly on the cheek.
he put his hands over mine, and spun around. "em!" he said, his voice ringing with excitement. he kissed me full on the lips. "im so happy to see you. im so sorry that i haven't really been able to...you know...see...i wanted to-" he said, putting his hands on my face.
i smiled. "i missed you too," i said simply, snaking my arms around his neck. i tilted my head to teh side and sighed. "it's all coming to an end," i said sadly.
"what are you talking about?" he asked, moving his hands to my waist, and pulling me closer.
"the end. the olympics. they're almost over. i wont see you anymore"
"aww, em. we'll see each other. i promise," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "oh!! come with me," he said suggestively, smiling at me.
"apolo, i couldn't do that. i have school, you know?" i said regretfully, resting my hands on his chest.
i instantly regreted saying that i had school.
"school? like high school?" he asked, stepping back.
"no no. like college," i said, dropping my hands from his chest. oh no. not good. i could tell i was going down a one-way street into a bad neighborhood.
"how old are you, emily?" he asked, pulling completely away from me.
"does it really matter?" i asked.
"how old are you?" he demanded.
i looked down timidly. "21"
he covered his eyes with his hands. he sat down on the soft plushy couch, sighing. "you're 21," he said incredulously.
"but does it really matter, apolo? i mean, look. age is just a number! we were going on fine until you found out what age i was. i mean, okay. i shouldnt've kept it a secret, but i mean, its not that bad! see, its no different! age shouldnt matter" i said, almost pleading, sitting down beside him.
he looked over at me, and shook his head. "i dunno, em. i need to think"
"we only have two days, apolo. i want to spend them with you," i said. i knew i sounded desperate, but at this point i didn't care. i didn't want to lose him.
"i want to spend them with you too, but i need to think about all of this," he said, standing up. he leaned down, kissed me on the top of the head, and waved. "i'll try and call you later," he muttered, walking away slowly.
i sat there for a while in disbelief. this couldn't be happening. in the last two weeks i'd met apolo. i'd partied with apolo. i'd hooked up with apolo. and now, i'd blown it with apolo. fantastic. i picked up my purse, slung it over my shoulder, and stood up. i walked slowly toward the door, when i heard a noise.
"well. then. you must be the new girl"
i turned around. "what?"
"apolo's new toy," a woman said, pushing her hair out of her face.
"excuse me" i said, my voice ringing with annoyance. i turned back around and continued to walk toward the exit.
"im allison. allison baver. im sure you've heard of me," she said, catching up with me. she extended her hand.
i took it hesitantly. "hi. emily rae"
"okay. listen. i just want you to know. apolo is mine, okay? he's not yours, not anyone elses. mine" she glared at me.
i rolled my eyes. 'so not the time, bietch,' i thought to myself, pushing my own bangs behind my ear. i sighed and stared coldly at her. "funny, if he's yours, then why is he my boyfriend?" i asked walking away.
she lept in front of me. "you think youre so smart and coy, but you're not. you know you're just his rebound girl. we only broke up a few weeks ago, which is a short amount of time," she preached, blocking my way out.
i rolled my eyes. "move" i demanded.
"see. you're all mad, because you and him got in a fight. he'll dump you and it will be all over. and who will be there when he's down because he has no love? me. i'll bet you anything that it's going to end soon," she sneered, sticking her face into mine.
i pushed past her, connecting my shoulder with hers. i didn't say anything. i just walked out annoyed. who did she think she was anyway? its not like he was her property. it's not like they were even serious. i stood on the curb waiting for a cab to pick me up. tears weld up in my eyes, and i blinked the back. i couldn't cry. i wouldn't cry. the cab pulled up and i clambered in and directed the driver back to my hotel.
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"you're serious? why are you leaving?" callie exclaimed, watching me pack my things.
"well, im not leaving NOW, but we do leave tomorrow, and i just want to go home," i said sniffing, holding back tears.
"dude, em. i totally thought you'd want to stay, you know. with apolo?" callie said, opening her suitcase and beginning to fold things more neatly. "after all, this is the last time you'll see your boyfriend for a while,"
"yeah, i don't know if he's still my boyfriend," i said, throwing a jacket into my suitcase.
"what?"
"yeah. we sort of got in a fight. about age" i said sadly, looking up at her.
callie looked at me in suprise. her pale green eyes were wide, and she walked over and sat beside me on the bed. she picked up one of my shirts and folded it in her lap.
"em, im so sorry," she whispered, placing the shirt in my suitcase.
"whatever. i dont want to think about it. i dont want to talk about it. i just want to go," i said angrily, tears welling up in my eyes again. i frowned. "i just...i liked him so much. and i thought he liked me too. well. liked me enough to put the age difference aside, but i guess not." i said, tears slipping down my cheeks.
callie put her arm across my shoulders. "emily, thats not fair. you never told apolo how old you were. how was he supposed to know you had a big age difference? now, granted, he never asked you, but i think its not totally his fault here. but its not yours either. i think you should just give him time to think about it, mull it over, then talk about it with him. im sure everything will be fine," callie said optimistically, squeezing my shoulders.
i looked over at her and smiled slightly. "thanks, cal" i said, resting my head on her shoulder.
"lets go out," callie said suddenly, jumping up. "there's an awesome club downtown. let's go"
we went oout to a club called 'Avec Moi' and as soon as we entered i regreted it. callie started dancing immediately, catching the guys of many guys around us. i tried to sway slightly, but i couldn't get the feel of the music. i looked around, scanning the room, when i saw him.
he was gorgeous. or at least the back of his head was. that was all i could see. he had nice wavy brown hair, tall and slender. i wmiled and danced with more zeal. i kept my eye on him. he was a good dancer, flowing well with the music. he stopped and shuffled over to the bar. i couldn't see his face fully, plus the room was so dark. i started to follow him, but callie pulled me back with a needy look on her face. i smiled at her, and snaked out of her grip. i headed to the bar and sat down beside the guy. he was drinking a lot now, getting drunk. you could tell. i looked at him. he started to turn slowly on the spot. he looked at me. his eyes widened. my eyes widened.
"apolo?!" i asked incredulously, staring at him. i felt my stomach drop straight down. oh god.
pt.5
"oh!. hello, eh. mee. lee," he said smiling. he took another sip of his beer and put his hand on my shoulder. "why, you look HOT" he said, winking.
i shrugged his hand off. "look, apolo, we need to talk," i said loudly, trying to get my voice through over the music.
"i know. look, em. im sorry about the whole age fight thing, it was stupid," he said slowly, closing his eyes and waving his hand around in the air.
i sniffed and waited for him to continue.
"but?" i suggested.
"but. but. but you are so young. and im so not. and it's just a little weird, you know? i mean, emily, to be honest, i really really like you. youre a nice, pretty, smart, wonderful person to be around, but i durno because our ages are so different, you know?" he asked, sipping his drink again. "i really like you, but maybe we should just give it some time, you know? but see, i really like you, allison," he said.
my throat dried. the air became thick. i couldn't breathe. my eyes widened. i licked my lips and waited for him to catch his mistake. he didn't. he just smiled and drank more. he looked at me eagerly waiting for a response. my eyes filled with tears. my mind was urging him to catch his mistake, but an apology never came. even if he caught it and just said "oops, i mean emily" would've been better than this. i swallowed and tried to get words out of my dry mouth.
"i....im..not allison," i choked out. i stood up to leave, my eyes blurry with tears. he did still like her after all. she was right. i tried so hard to keep from crying.
"i know youre not allison, ha, you don't need to tell me that," he laughed, pulling my arm.
"you called me allison!" i cried, wrenching my arm from his grip. "you still like her," i said, a sob growing in my chest.
"no no, emily. i said emily! i know i said emily. i remember. i love the way your name rolls off my tounge. i know i said emily," he insisted, but his face looked unsure.
"you said allison," i told him, a tear falling down my cheek. i wiped it away hastily. "goodbye, apolo anton ohno. it was interesting. have a good life," i said walking away.
he grabbed my wrist. "no, please, emily. talk with me. please. don't leave. not like this. we need to talk," he said, his eyes red.
"what is there to talk about? nothing really. you didn't want to be with me because of the age difference. thats why such a big deal was made. you said you like allison. i think it's pretty spelled out," i said, crying now. "what is there left to talk about?"
"no, emily. youre not listening," he said frustratedly. his face was screwed up like he was trying so hard to say what he was feeling. he opened his mouth to start, but it just closed again, no words coming out. not even a sorry. i rolled my eyes and pulled away.
"there is no point talking about this with you now. youre so drunk, you wont even remember this tomorrow," i sobbed angrily, pulling away from him. "youre just like every other guy, apolo ohno. thanks for a very interesting and memorable vacation," i said, unable to hold back anymore tears.
i turned my back on apolo anton ohno and headed back toward the crowded dance floor. before i approached callie, i made sure my tears were wiped away and i tried to enjoy myself. i couldn't. i touched callie's shoulder and told her i was going back to the hotel. she waved and continued dancing with some guys she met.
back at the hotel, i finished packing. i wanted to get out of vancouver as fast as i possibly could. i picked up my journal, and was about to throw it into my suitcase when a hot pink piece of paper fluttered to the ground. i picked it up. it was apolo's party invite with his number on it. tears sprang to my eyes. i ripped it in half, and collapsed on the bed. i was crying. i was crying for me. i was crying for apolo. i was crying for everything. a vacation that started out as one that should have been memorable and fantastic had such a horrible ending. i lay crying on my bed, my eyes turning puffy and red by the second. i heard my hotel phone ring, but i didn't answer it. in my mind swam memories of my vacation; when i first met apolo, when we partied, how i'd felt as if i'd known him for so long, when we went out and he saved me from that man, to when we made out in the courtyard of my hotel. i cried harder, wishing the memories would vanish, but they still remained, replaying themselves over and over in my head.
i was still awake when callie came home. she saw me lying on my bed, eyes and nose red and puffy. she sat down next to me and stroked my hair. she tsked at me and looked down sympathetically.
"you really liked him, didn't you," callie said sadly, running her long fingers through my hair.
i was unable to respond. my throat was tight and i couldn't move without bursting into tears.
"i think he really does have genuine feelings for you, em. he found me after you left. he looked about the state you look now. he really likes you. he's torn up you left. especially like that. i think you should give him another chance, emily" callie said, her voice almost repremanding.
i looked at her. "we're going back to california tomorrow. if he really wants me. he'll find me," i said shakily, my throat contracting with every word. i turned over and closed my eyes. i cleared my mind of all thoughts apolo, felt the cool, fresh breeze sweep through the open window, and touch my face. callie was still stroking my hair as i fell asleep.
author's note: alright!! the next part...part 6...is the ending! which means, all of our apolo/emily/calle drama is coming to an end. wahh. ahah. but yes. i hope you guys liked this one...very dramatic. but yeah. leave me feedback, please!! :]
but still it's so cute. Me want more!
