Story (part 7)

Hadley plopped down on the soft bed besides Olivia, who had been reading magazines. She put the latest issue of people, which was delivered to her door every week, down on the duvet and sighed loudly.
“I have a small problem.” Olivia declared with a tired glance, as her cheeks blushed and she sighed once more. Hadley rubbed her palms on her True Religion dark wash jeans and picked up the magazine her friend had just put down.
“You are blushing seriously and sighing way too much, so it has got to be bad. I’m all ears O.”
“Well, the slight problem is a dream. You can’t tell anyone okay?” Olivia trilled with worry.
“Come on, you know I won’t. Do you mind if I look at pics while you talk?” Prodded Hadley as she flipped pages.
“No, of course not. Anyway, I kinda fell asleep as soon as you guys left ‘cause I had to wake up way early this morning and when I woke up I was about to be kissed. By a seriously cute but all wrong guy.” At the sound of the word kiss Hadley lifted her gaze eagerly and an earnest grin spread all over her face. Hadley and all the other girls loved the idea that the very attractive and almost perfect Olivia had never been kissed at the age of 17. She always argued she was waiting for the right guy and the right moments, and it was hard for them to believe that she was a romantic inside.
“ A kiss ha,” giggled-pressed Hadley. “And who might the lucky guy be Olive?”
“Had, you are off the point here,” Olivia whined climbing off the bed and into her computer chair. “The point and problem is that the guy who will remain anonymous for now was not my life time crush Evan, but a close friend since forever. And to make things worse I really wanted to go back to sleep to see what it would be like. I went online and got on some dream dictionaries to see what kissing an ld friend means and all the definitions point to trouble.” Olivia read the definitions she had found to Hadley who was listening to all of her friend’s dilemma cheerfully.
“Let me guess, the guy was Sam.” Hadley flipped through some more pages as if what she had just announced had no meaning whatsoever and Olivia almost choked.
“How on earth did you know that Had?”
“Oh, come on! We all know you and him were meant to be together. He loves you and you love him, and that has always been true. Both of you, however, try to evade the fact and pretend to have crushes on other people to hide it from yourselves.” Hadley sated matter of factly, putting down the magazine and looking at her friend in the eye. Olivia opened her mouth to say something but Hadley cut her out quickly. “Why do you think it is that your crush since forever, the first grade to be more precise has been Evan Brady while the rest of the world has changed a couple of hundred times? It is most definitely not because you are mad in love with him, you barley even notice him. It is just because you have him there as a cover up for your real love, Sam, who you weren’t even aware you liked until today, thank god. Look O, its okay. It is normal that your body is cooking these images up. You need to kiss someone, like, now! And that someone obviously has to be Sam. Know it or not, that’s the guy you have been waiting for all along. And I know you’re going to protest but we all know it, except you two. I respect your pureness, but for god’s sake it’s time to get a nice wet one.” Hadley concluded quoting a line from their all time favorite childhood movie, Little Rascals.
Olivia was stunned. Trying to digest all the information she had just been given was not easy. She opened and closed her mouth unable to produce any sound a couple of times, and then she just collapsed into the big feather duvet, hoping it would swallow her whole. After a couple of minutes she sat up again and gazed at her friends eyes steadily.
“I don’t believe you.” Olivia managed, her voice croaking as her brain ran over the millions of scenes and memories she had stored of her and Sam, and noticing that there were more than of her and anyone else she knew. Oh god, she thought, it’s true…all of it! It can’t be…
“I knew you wouldn’t outside, but deep down you are now thinking about it and realizing that it is all true. O, forget about the dream, about the 411 I just gave you, and lets get down stairs to the pas to get ready for tonight. The guys will be here in just three hours and we have a lot to do. She stood up and walked out of Olivia’s room and through the house as if it was her own until she reached a big bamboo door, all the time with a still staggered Olivia at her tail.