Post by bananasmoothieees on Apr 25, 2006 20:53:05 GMT -5
author's note: here it is guys...part six. finally. sorry it's taken so long..but yes. the LAST PART... 
...but...worry not. maybe i'll write another story. :] alright..so when y'all are done...just do what you've been doing. thanks a bunch!!
"and the trip? how was it?"
"it was er.. interesting," i said, snuggling down into the comfort of my own sheets.
"interesting, eh? that means you met someone!! tell me everything, em" a voice said on the opposite end of the phone.
"sarah, just cuz it was interesting..." i smiled. i couldn't talk to my little sister and not smile. "alright. well, you're totally not going to believe me when i tell you this but.." i took a deep breath and began telling sarah my story. every little detail and feeling of it.
"AHHHH!!!" sarah screamed as my story came to a close. "emily, do you understand that you passed up a relationship with APOLO ANTON OHNO?!!" sarah screamed so loud, i had to hold the phone reciever away from my ear.
callie walked in and tilted her head. "who is it?" she asked quietly.
"sarah" i mouthed, smiling.
"it was more complicated than that, sarah, trust. when you get to be my age, you'll understand,"
"but emily, jeez. apolo ohno. you've loved him forever, and you passed it all up? i know he messed up and all, and i know that you were hurt by it, and maybe, he realizes how badly he hurt you, and wants to talk to you?" she suggested, trying to sound wise. i had a counterattack all planned out already.
"sarah, it's been two months since i left vancouver. TWO MONTHS. now, if i know boys, and i most definitely do, when a boy likes you, nothing, and i mean NOTHING, keeps them from letting you know. im sure that he would 've called me by now if he wanted to talk," i said, pulling my blanket under my chin.
i heard sarah groan. "oh, emily," was all she said, before i heard my mother barking at her. "oops. gotta go. mom's on the warpath. talk to you later, em!" sarah said, hanging up.
i stuck the phone back in the cradle, and looked over at callie. she stopped typing away on my computer and looked at me. "do you get what im saying though?" i asked callie seriously. "am i being to unreasonable?"
"yes and no. he DID try to talk to you at the club that night. and he did call you the morning we left. but you refused to talk to him. so actually, he was trying to make the effort. in the beginning. now. i know he's not anymore. but i think before you were being unreasonable, but now, it's all justified," she said smartly, continuing to type away.
i sighed. "i guess you're right, cal"
"i know"
i sat there staring at the wall. it was two months since i had left vancouver the morning after my fight with apolo. part of me still missed him and everything that we'd been through and all the fun that we had, but part of me was bitter that he hurt me like that. i knew i shouldn't be too mad at him, considering he was drunk, but i still couldn't help it. i picked up my cell phone. i scrolled through the contact list, and found his name. my finger rested on the "send" button. i sat staring at the phone, debating whether to call him or not. finally, i closed my phone. i threw it on the floor, and turned over in my bed.
"you miss him, huh, em?" callie asked quietly.
"sometimes. i mean, it wasn't long enough to really miss. but i mean, i had one of those celebrity crushes on him for so long, and now its like, i miss that part of it, i guess" i said lamely, reflecting on my two weeks in vancouver. it seemed like such a long time ago.
"oh, god d**nit, em. just call him. i know you want to. and im sure he wants you too. just do it." she said, her voice ringing with annoyance. "all you do is mope around, and im sick of it. just make up with him already"
i turned over and looked at her. "what?"
"you heard me. do it. you're being so pathetic. just do it"
"callie, he doesnt care about me. im starting to doubt that he ever did. i mean, honestly. he's probably off in some exotic beachal area, tanning with some gorgeous olympian or even better, allison baver" i said, my voice slightly shaking.
callie rolled her eyes and said nothing. i knew i was being mopey and down, but i couldn't help it. i really did miss him, but i was too prideful to apologize or do anything about it.
"don't you have class like...now?" callie asked, turning the digital clock on my desk to face me. i looked at the glowing numbers. 7:01. shiet. i grabbed my purse and my book, and flew out of my house.
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"hey emily, wait up,"
i turned around to see my friend, ashe johannson, running after me. i smiled. "hey ashe, what's up?"
"how was your trip to vancouver, i never really asked," ashe said, pulling his hands out of his pockets and grabbing my books. "i'll get that for you," he said, walking with me.
"oh, thanks. my trip was really good, it was interesting, but i was glad to be home," i said, hoping he would ask nothing about boys or anything.
"nice. well, im glad you had a good time," ashe said shyly, walking me down the street. "um, say, listen, what are you doing on friday?" he asked, holding my book tighter.
i looked at him and smiled. "um, nothing, actually, why?"
"would you like to go to...a party with me? tonight?" he asked, looking at the ground.
i smiled and flipped my hair over my shoulder. ashe was nice, cute, intriguing. i would go for him, yet i didn't want to go. and it wasn't that i didn't want to go to the party.
"wow, ashe. i would love to, but i...um...have a big paper due on monday, and i haven't started yet, and.."
"oh, emily, it's okay if you don't want to go or anything," ashe said, looking up, his pale cheeks crimson from blushing.
"oh, no, ashe. i would love to go anywhere with you, just right now is not a good time," i said, touching his arm and taking my book back. i walked up the porch to my house and opened the door. "why don't you call me this weekend and we'll get together," i suggested, stepping inside. he smiled and nodded.
"definitely. 'night, em" he said, walking away.
i smiled, and closed the door behind me. when i turned around, my eyes widened. my stomach dropped and i felt my mouth go dry. part of me wanted to be happy and scream out, but part of me felt scared and frightened at the same time. there he was standing. apolo ohno. in my house. sitting on my couch.
"apolo," i managed to get out, my eyes filling with tears.
"hey, emily. listen. i know you're probably weirded out because im in your house out of nowhere, but if you're wondering, callie let me in," he said, standing up from the couch.
i cleared my throat and didn't say anything. i couldn't say anything. what was there to say?
"emily. listen. please. i really really like you. still. and i really want us to have something special. and i know that you're probably really mad at me still because i messed up. and i know i messed up. and i've been trying to get the courage to say something to you, but i couldn't. i was too afraid of you not forgiving me. but now i realize that i have nothing to lose. emily, i'm so sorry. i never meant to hurt you like that, and about the whole age thing, that was stupid of me. you were right. age is just a number. like you said, we like each other no matter what. i want you back, em, that's it. bottom line" he said, stepping toward me and slipping his hand around mine.
i sniffed and thought about it. i didn't know what to say. a tear fell down my cheek, and i wiped it with my free hand. "apolo," i choked out.
"you were the best thing to ever happen to me, emily. the best. meeting you in vancouver..it impacted me so much. i've never met anyone that has stayed on my mind like you have. i really missed you. i need you around me. without you, i couldn't skate the other day. it's like, everything is off," he said, seeming almost desperate.
i felt so powerful and confused at the same time. here, this famous public figure was begging for my love back, and wanting me beside him, while at the same time, i couldn't figure out if i should take it or not. i looked at him.
"two months, apolo. two months i've waited for you"
"it takes a long time to go to every southern california college," apolo said, stepping closer.
i looked down. he had made an effort. "im sort of talking to someone right now," i said to him, almost seeming to try and find an excuse.
"emily, i heard you say no. why'd you say no? tell me i had nothing to do with it."
"you had nothing to do with it" i said, looking into his eyes.
he smiled, and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "you're such a liar," he said, leaning down and kissing me on the lips.
it was brilliant. it was like, finally everything had worked itself out. everything seemed to fall into place. everything just seemed right. there i was, kissing apolo anton ohno, my celebrity crush for over eight years. over the course of two months and two weeks, i had the dream of meeting apolo. i met apolo. i partied with apolo. i got apolo. i dated apolo. i dumped apolo. and i got apolo back. it was fantastic. and it was like a dream come true. in fact, it was a dream come true. apolo and i were together, but most of all happy. we were made for each other. and i knew that this was something that would last a lifetime.
author's note: THE END! ohmigoooddd...hahaha. :]
...but...worry not. maybe i'll write another story. :] alright..so when y'all are done...just do what you've been doing. thanks a bunch!!"and the trip? how was it?"
"it was er.. interesting," i said, snuggling down into the comfort of my own sheets.
"interesting, eh? that means you met someone!! tell me everything, em" a voice said on the opposite end of the phone.
"sarah, just cuz it was interesting..." i smiled. i couldn't talk to my little sister and not smile. "alright. well, you're totally not going to believe me when i tell you this but.." i took a deep breath and began telling sarah my story. every little detail and feeling of it.
"AHHHH!!!" sarah screamed as my story came to a close. "emily, do you understand that you passed up a relationship with APOLO ANTON OHNO?!!" sarah screamed so loud, i had to hold the phone reciever away from my ear.
callie walked in and tilted her head. "who is it?" she asked quietly.
"sarah" i mouthed, smiling.
"it was more complicated than that, sarah, trust. when you get to be my age, you'll understand,"
"but emily, jeez. apolo ohno. you've loved him forever, and you passed it all up? i know he messed up and all, and i know that you were hurt by it, and maybe, he realizes how badly he hurt you, and wants to talk to you?" she suggested, trying to sound wise. i had a counterattack all planned out already.
"sarah, it's been two months since i left vancouver. TWO MONTHS. now, if i know boys, and i most definitely do, when a boy likes you, nothing, and i mean NOTHING, keeps them from letting you know. im sure that he would 've called me by now if he wanted to talk," i said, pulling my blanket under my chin.
i heard sarah groan. "oh, emily," was all she said, before i heard my mother barking at her. "oops. gotta go. mom's on the warpath. talk to you later, em!" sarah said, hanging up.
i stuck the phone back in the cradle, and looked over at callie. she stopped typing away on my computer and looked at me. "do you get what im saying though?" i asked callie seriously. "am i being to unreasonable?"
"yes and no. he DID try to talk to you at the club that night. and he did call you the morning we left. but you refused to talk to him. so actually, he was trying to make the effort. in the beginning. now. i know he's not anymore. but i think before you were being unreasonable, but now, it's all justified," she said smartly, continuing to type away.
i sighed. "i guess you're right, cal"
"i know"
i sat there staring at the wall. it was two months since i had left vancouver the morning after my fight with apolo. part of me still missed him and everything that we'd been through and all the fun that we had, but part of me was bitter that he hurt me like that. i knew i shouldn't be too mad at him, considering he was drunk, but i still couldn't help it. i picked up my cell phone. i scrolled through the contact list, and found his name. my finger rested on the "send" button. i sat staring at the phone, debating whether to call him or not. finally, i closed my phone. i threw it on the floor, and turned over in my bed.
"you miss him, huh, em?" callie asked quietly.
"sometimes. i mean, it wasn't long enough to really miss. but i mean, i had one of those celebrity crushes on him for so long, and now its like, i miss that part of it, i guess" i said lamely, reflecting on my two weeks in vancouver. it seemed like such a long time ago.
"oh, god d**nit, em. just call him. i know you want to. and im sure he wants you too. just do it." she said, her voice ringing with annoyance. "all you do is mope around, and im sick of it. just make up with him already"
i turned over and looked at her. "what?"
"you heard me. do it. you're being so pathetic. just do it"
"callie, he doesnt care about me. im starting to doubt that he ever did. i mean, honestly. he's probably off in some exotic beachal area, tanning with some gorgeous olympian or even better, allison baver" i said, my voice slightly shaking.
callie rolled her eyes and said nothing. i knew i was being mopey and down, but i couldn't help it. i really did miss him, but i was too prideful to apologize or do anything about it.
"don't you have class like...now?" callie asked, turning the digital clock on my desk to face me. i looked at the glowing numbers. 7:01. shiet. i grabbed my purse and my book, and flew out of my house.
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"hey emily, wait up,"
i turned around to see my friend, ashe johannson, running after me. i smiled. "hey ashe, what's up?"
"how was your trip to vancouver, i never really asked," ashe said, pulling his hands out of his pockets and grabbing my books. "i'll get that for you," he said, walking with me.
"oh, thanks. my trip was really good, it was interesting, but i was glad to be home," i said, hoping he would ask nothing about boys or anything.
"nice. well, im glad you had a good time," ashe said shyly, walking me down the street. "um, say, listen, what are you doing on friday?" he asked, holding my book tighter.
i looked at him and smiled. "um, nothing, actually, why?"
"would you like to go to...a party with me? tonight?" he asked, looking at the ground.
i smiled and flipped my hair over my shoulder. ashe was nice, cute, intriguing. i would go for him, yet i didn't want to go. and it wasn't that i didn't want to go to the party.
"wow, ashe. i would love to, but i...um...have a big paper due on monday, and i haven't started yet, and.."
"oh, emily, it's okay if you don't want to go or anything," ashe said, looking up, his pale cheeks crimson from blushing.
"oh, no, ashe. i would love to go anywhere with you, just right now is not a good time," i said, touching his arm and taking my book back. i walked up the porch to my house and opened the door. "why don't you call me this weekend and we'll get together," i suggested, stepping inside. he smiled and nodded.
"definitely. 'night, em" he said, walking away.
i smiled, and closed the door behind me. when i turned around, my eyes widened. my stomach dropped and i felt my mouth go dry. part of me wanted to be happy and scream out, but part of me felt scared and frightened at the same time. there he was standing. apolo ohno. in my house. sitting on my couch.
"apolo," i managed to get out, my eyes filling with tears.
"hey, emily. listen. i know you're probably weirded out because im in your house out of nowhere, but if you're wondering, callie let me in," he said, standing up from the couch.
i cleared my throat and didn't say anything. i couldn't say anything. what was there to say?
"emily. listen. please. i really really like you. still. and i really want us to have something special. and i know that you're probably really mad at me still because i messed up. and i know i messed up. and i've been trying to get the courage to say something to you, but i couldn't. i was too afraid of you not forgiving me. but now i realize that i have nothing to lose. emily, i'm so sorry. i never meant to hurt you like that, and about the whole age thing, that was stupid of me. you were right. age is just a number. like you said, we like each other no matter what. i want you back, em, that's it. bottom line" he said, stepping toward me and slipping his hand around mine.
i sniffed and thought about it. i didn't know what to say. a tear fell down my cheek, and i wiped it with my free hand. "apolo," i choked out.
"you were the best thing to ever happen to me, emily. the best. meeting you in vancouver..it impacted me so much. i've never met anyone that has stayed on my mind like you have. i really missed you. i need you around me. without you, i couldn't skate the other day. it's like, everything is off," he said, seeming almost desperate.
i felt so powerful and confused at the same time. here, this famous public figure was begging for my love back, and wanting me beside him, while at the same time, i couldn't figure out if i should take it or not. i looked at him.
"two months, apolo. two months i've waited for you"
"it takes a long time to go to every southern california college," apolo said, stepping closer.
i looked down. he had made an effort. "im sort of talking to someone right now," i said to him, almost seeming to try and find an excuse.
"emily, i heard you say no. why'd you say no? tell me i had nothing to do with it."
"you had nothing to do with it" i said, looking into his eyes.
he smiled, and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "you're such a liar," he said, leaning down and kissing me on the lips.
it was brilliant. it was like, finally everything had worked itself out. everything seemed to fall into place. everything just seemed right. there i was, kissing apolo anton ohno, my celebrity crush for over eight years. over the course of two months and two weeks, i had the dream of meeting apolo. i met apolo. i partied with apolo. i got apolo. i dated apolo. i dumped apolo. and i got apolo back. it was fantastic. and it was like a dream come true. in fact, it was a dream come true. apolo and i were together, but most of all happy. we were made for each other. and i knew that this was something that would last a lifetime.
author's note: THE END! ohmigoooddd...hahaha. :]
Fun story! 
