Nothing ever happened. Nothing ever ... Nothing ...
"Olivia?" A faint voice woken me up.
"Olivia?"
"Olivia? Are you alright?"
I tried to stood up, but couldn't. My body was too weak.
"Ugh ... Rose? Is that you?"
Everything went black.
"Olivia?"
"Rose? Where am I?"
My eyes skipped through the room as my brain tried to comprehend everything happening.
"What happened?" I asked.
Rose gave me one of her big smiles, "Silly, you collapsed from dehydration. Just drink more water next time. Okay?"
I stood up from her bed and tried to take a step. She stopped me.
"Olivia. Look at me. Look at me! Don't overdo yourself. And start drinking more water for god's sake!"
I giggled. She was always like this. Worrying about everything I do. Maybe that's what I like about her. Maybe that's why I'm the luckiest girl on the planet to have her as my girlfriend.
"I was revising for the play yet again," I said in my defense.
"Of course you were. I never said you didn't. I just said you need to drink more water. Alright Olivia?"
"It's still weird when you call me by my name."
She smirked, "Sure is, darling. Sure is."
I wraped my hands around her neck and kissed her on the lips.
"Dearing are we?"
"Very."
She pushed me back in bed and followed me. Her hands already started exploring my body and her face quickly joined. She kissed my neck first and then started licking my hands. I tried to push her away just enough to take off my clothes.
We were both laying down on the bed, exhausted from what just happened.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
She started picking up her clothes and putting them back on.
"Olivia?"
I looked up.
"There is something I have to tell you."
My heart pounded, my hands started sweating.
"What is it?" I carefully asked.
She took a deep breath.
I looked at her, expecting to hear the news. What could be so important that she had to say I have to tell you something before saying it?
"I ... You know how I like guys too?"
"Yes. I know that. What about it?"
Did she realize she is actually straight? Did she meet a cute guy and now she's breaking up with me? Is she ...
"I wanted to say that ... Umm ... I ... I like a guy! Right now. I like a guy."
My heart shattered into millions of pices.
"I like you too. I ... I guess ... What I wanted to say is ... I like both of you. I don't want this to be some love triangle shit. I want both of you. I know it might seem selfish and I understand if you would want to dump me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really am."
My mind was thinking million thoughts, but for some strange reason I just said, "How does he look like?"
I could see a slight smile on her face, like a glimpse of hope, when she handed me her phone.
"Okay, damn. No, no. I totally get it. He looks like a fucking super model. Real talk. Does he like you?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask him."
"Wow, you are hella unprepared for that, what ever you just did."
"I was never really good with planning," she awkwardly laughed.
"I am in if you are."
She blinked twice.
"Huh?"
"I said I'm in if you are. Yup. This is getting us absolutely nowhere."
"What is supposed to be happening? This actually went better than I thought."
"If you like him go tell him. But I'm coming with you. And ... Rose?"
"Yea?"
"If this works out we are a truple. Not two couples. Just one truple."
"Yeah, if it works out. Also I didn't know there was a word for this. Truple."