Chapter Five
Mason met Olivia at his favorite restaurant. It was a perfect day for a dinner date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the grass seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a dinner date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black belt in the middle. His second impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This date was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to go into details.
Olivia pulled a thick, manila folder from her purse and placed it on the table. She pulled a document out. "I got the permits before I came." She pulled out other documents. "They all accepted the price you gave and we can begin shooting there anytime we want."
"Good, good," he said. "Enough about business. Tell me more about you." She raised an eyebrow but he simply ignored it.
"Well, what do you want to know?" She asked.
"What about your family?" he investigated.
"Okay, um, my dad is a retired teacher and my mom works as an author." Olivia wanted to know why her boss was interested in her private life. She didn't want to put her job in jeopardy by refusing to answer his questions but still her life is private. "What about you, Mr. Hotshot?"
He laughed. "My dad works at a bank and my mom does volunteer work. I have an older brother, Charlie, and a younger sister, Brooke." He smiled at her but quickly stopped. Falling in love with her meant losing Cassidy and for some reason he just didn't want to let go of Cassidy. She was just too special "But you could have found that information out on the internet."
"Yes but sometimes the Internet lies," Olivia commented. She had noticed the quick smile. She longed for nothing more then for Mason Montgomery to have the hots for her. He could have any girl he wanted but she wanted him to choose her. Cassidy is one lucky girl. "Okay now tell me about your love for directing?"
"To tell you the truth, I am more into writing then directing. Not to brag or anything but I am talented in both writing and directing."
"Try hard not to be so modest," she said sarcastically. She got him to laugh again and this time he didn't try to stop.
"What are you interest?" He interrogated. The waitress came by with his usual.
"I'll have a turkey sandwich on wheat please," Olivia ordered the waitress.
"Nope, she will have the lobster," Mason overruled.
"That is way too expensive," she said. "I could never afford it."
"But I am paying for you," he replied.
"I could never let you," She reasoned.
"It's done," he said. He waitress scurried off to tell the chef. Olivia was a little astounded that he would pay for her meal. Although she wasn't done with the argument, it looked it has already been settled. "Now I asked you what is your interest?"
"Um . . . I guess I like to draw," she replied. "I'm actually really good. In the fifth grade I won an award for the best painting in my school."
"Look who's being modest now," he commented.
As the time passed and they ate, they learned more and more about each other. They almost became friends, best friends in fact. Mason was never the man to learn more then he wanted to learn about a person. He could tell you Olivia's favorite color but if you asked him anything about Cassidy he would have nothing to tell. Whenever he was with Cassidy, they never talked. All they would do is kiss or eat. Cassidy seemed fine with the way things were but sometimes Mason wanted more from her.
Olivia wish she could tell Mason that Cassidy wasn't his type. He needed a girl who wasn't so flashy. He needed someone nice and sweet, not her! She had a million things to tell him like how he should dump Cassidy before something bad happens or how much she loved him. He would never love a misfit like her. She was pathetic. Cassidy probably had her own condo and maybe she even had a restraining order from her parents. Those two things was what Olivia wanted. She loved her parents but she can't stand being so close to them everyday. How did she handle it as a child growing up?
When they finished eating, neither of them wanted to leave. To leave would mean they wouldn't be able to see each other for the rest of the day. Neither could bare to think the thought. Mason walked with her down the boulevard. They passed thousands of store windows and whatever Olivia wanted he would buy for her. She would refuse every time and he would eventually make her accept the gift. After a while Olivia let him buy her things. It made her feel special in that weird way. It almost felt like he was cheating on Cassidy.
When the afternoon sun had finally set, the moon came straight up, giving off that romantic vibe. Mason felt almost giddy to be walking with Olivia. She was immensely beautiful and it was hard to ignore. It was like she didn't even know she was so pretty. To make it even more romantic, it started raining. He held the umbrella over them both and they walked to find shelter but what they found wasn't all that warm and inviting.
On the other side of the road stood an angry Cassidy. She didn't have a anything to protect her from the rain. She was completely soaked from head to toe. She glared evilly at Olivia who was bone dry. Mason was confused. So he took the cowardly way out and ran over to Cassidy to shelter her from the rain. Olivia had to walk home alone and wet. She was completely fooled by Mason's good looks and boyish charm.
The following day, Olivia was doing her usual rounds with Mason. After last night things became extremely awkward between them. Mason was sorry he had to leave Olivia but Cassidy was his girlfriend. Olivia was just upset over the sneer on Cassidy's face.
Cassidy was in her dressing room when Mason came by. He missed her gently on the lips and asked if everything was okay. "Yes, sweetness but I really need to talk to your assistant for just a minute."
"Now honey bun we talk about this last night," Mason said quietly.
"Don't worry I'm so over it." Mason looked apologetically at Olivia and he left the trailer. Olivia felt alone in the trailer. Cassidy smiled hugely at her.
"You think you are just so slick." Cassidy stared deep and hard at Olivia. "Mason belongs to me now and no matter what you try to do I will always have him." She talked about Mason like he was her property.
"I am not interested in him," Olivia tried.
"Ha! Stop with all the innocent crap!" Cassidy half yelled. She was completely lunatic. You could see it in the eyes. "Just stay away from him or you will wish you were dead." Cassidy held a butcher knife close to her. Olivia backed out the door and then sprinted towards the bathroom to vomit.
Mason met Olivia at his favorite restaurant. It was a perfect day for a dinner date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the grass seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a dinner date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black belt in the middle. His second impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This date was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to go into details.
Olivia pulled a thick, manila folder from her purse and placed it on the table. She pulled a document out. "I got the permits before I came." She pulled out other documents. "They all accepted the price you gave and we can begin shooting there anytime we want."
"Good, good," he said. "Enough about business. Tell me more about you." She raised an eyebrow but he simply ignored it.
"Well, what do you want to know?" She asked.
"What about your family?" he investigated.
"Okay, um, my dad is a retired teacher and my mom works as an author." Olivia wanted to know why her boss was interested in her private life. She didn't want to put her job in jeopardy by refusing to answer his questions but still her life is private. "What about you, Mr. Hotshot?"
He laughed. "My dad works at a bank and my mom does volunteer work. I have an older brother, Charlie, and a younger sister, Brooke." He smiled at her but quickly stopped. Falling in love with her meant losing Cassidy and for some reason he just didn't want to let go of Cassidy. She was just too special "But you could have found that information out on the internet."
"Yes but sometimes the Internet lies," Olivia commented. She had noticed the quick smile. She longed for nothing more then for Mason Montgomery to have the hots for her. He could have any girl he wanted but she wanted him to choose her. Cassidy is one lucky girl. "Okay now tell me about your love for directing?"
"To tell you the truth, I am more into writing then directing. Not to brag or anything but I am talented in both writing and directing."
"Try hard not to be so modest," she said sarcastically. She got him to laugh again and this time he didn't try to stop.
"What are you interest?" He interrogated. The waitress came by with his usual.
"I'll have a turkey sandwich on wheat please," Olivia ordered the waitress.
"Nope, she will have the lobster," Mason overruled.
"That is way too expensive," she said. "I could never afford it."
"But I am paying for you," he replied.
"I could never let you," She reasoned.
"It's done," he said. He waitress scurried off to tell the chef. Olivia was a little astounded that he would pay for her meal. Although she wasn't done with the argument, it looked it has already been settled. "Now I asked you what is your interest?"
"Um . . . I guess I like to draw," she replied. "I'm actually really good. In the fifth grade I won an award for the best painting in my school."
"Look who's being modest now," he commented.
As the time passed and they ate, they learned more and more about each other. They almost became friends, best friends in fact. Mason was never the man to learn more then he wanted to learn about a person. He could tell you Olivia's favorite color but if you asked him anything about Cassidy he would have nothing to tell. Whenever he was with Cassidy, they never talked. All they would do is kiss or eat. Cassidy seemed fine with the way things were but sometimes Mason wanted more from her.
Olivia wish she could tell Mason that Cassidy wasn't his type. He needed a girl who wasn't so flashy. He needed someone nice and sweet, not her! She had a million things to tell him like how he should dump Cassidy before something bad happens or how much she loved him. He would never love a misfit like her. She was pathetic. Cassidy probably had her own condo and maybe she even had a restraining order from her parents. Those two things was what Olivia wanted. She loved her parents but she can't stand being so close to them everyday. How did she handle it as a child growing up?
When they finished eating, neither of them wanted to leave. To leave would mean they wouldn't be able to see each other for the rest of the day. Neither could bare to think the thought. Mason walked with her down the boulevard. They passed thousands of store windows and whatever Olivia wanted he would buy for her. She would refuse every time and he would eventually make her accept the gift. After a while Olivia let him buy her things. It made her feel special in that weird way. It almost felt like he was cheating on Cassidy.
When the afternoon sun had finally set, the moon came straight up, giving off that romantic vibe. Mason felt almost giddy to be walking with Olivia. She was immensely beautiful and it was hard to ignore. It was like she didn't even know she was so pretty. To make it even more romantic, it started raining. He held the umbrella over them both and they walked to find shelter but what they found wasn't all that warm and inviting.
On the other side of the road stood an angry Cassidy. She didn't have a anything to protect her from the rain. She was completely soaked from head to toe. She glared evilly at Olivia who was bone dry. Mason was confused. So he took the cowardly way out and ran over to Cassidy to shelter her from the rain. Olivia had to walk home alone and wet. She was completely fooled by Mason's good looks and boyish charm.
The following day, Olivia was doing her usual rounds with Mason. After last night things became extremely awkward between them. Mason was sorry he had to leave Olivia but Cassidy was his girlfriend. Olivia was just upset over the sneer on Cassidy's face.
Cassidy was in her dressing room when Mason came by. He missed her gently on the lips and asked if everything was okay. "Yes, sweetness but I really need to talk to your assistant for just a minute."
"Now honey bun we talk about this last night," Mason said quietly.
"Don't worry I'm so over it." Mason looked apologetically at Olivia and he left the trailer. Olivia felt alone in the trailer. Cassidy smiled hugely at her.
"You think you are just so slick." Cassidy stared deep and hard at Olivia. "Mason belongs to me now and no matter what you try to do I will always have him." She talked about Mason like he was her property.
"I am not interested in him," Olivia tried.
"Ha! Stop with all the innocent crap!" Cassidy half yelled. She was completely lunatic. You could see it in the eyes. "Just stay away from him or you will wish you were dead." Cassidy held a butcher knife close to her. Olivia backed out the door and then sprinted towards the bathroom to vomit.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and more pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and more pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants you to do something,
Or be something
That sometimes you don’t want to be?
They are those!
You know them!
You probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect you to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You don’t want to take.
They are those who expect you to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
You prefer to be small and humble.
But do you think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since you were born,
Came up with a path for you in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try
What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try
Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.