Changing the Script -ON HOLD-

Chapter Three

The sun was about to set, and it made the clear ocean water glisten. 

"Liv?" He says as we walk along the beach. The sand is warm and soft, and I can feel the ocean breeze on my bare stomach. I'm wearing my neon pink bikini again.

"Yeah?" I glance down at our intertwined hands and flush a delicate pink color. 

He pulls us to a stop and turns to face me. I can't help it; my breathing speeds up. 

He reaches into the back pocket of his shorts and pulls something out.

"Close your eyes." He instructs.

I snap my eyes closed and feel him let go of my hand. 

I can hear the sand crunch as he walks behind me.

I swear I can't breathe. What is he DOING?

He moves my hair from my neck and I feel something cold wraps around my neck. It's thin..is it a necklace?

He mumbles for me to open my eyes. I do, and my hand instinctively flys up. It's a heart shaped necklace.

I sit up in the darkness, smiling slightly.

Whoa...did I really just have that dream? Oh, God...I like him, don't I? This is bad. I can't have a crush on my dad's workers. It's like an unspoken rule. What am I going to DO?

I fall back against my matress and stare at the ceiling. This is really, really bad. 

Just as my eyes start to close, my door swings open.

I sit straight up, my heart pounding.

"Liv?" I hear Garrett's voice whisper in the darkness. He lives with us, and tends to walk into my room at the most random times.

"Garrett? What are you DOING?"

I hear the door close with a click, and see a shadow walk toward my bed. He switches on the little hand blown glass nightlight by my bed and sits down on the edge of my bed.

"What's up?" I ask him, kind of worried. What's he doing awake?

"I, uh..." He begins, stammering over his words.

I look at him. He's wearing an oversized tee shirt and a pair of checkered pajama pants. 

"Gar...you okay?"

"Liv...what if I told you a huge secret?"

"What do you mean?" I ask him, confused, "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know...it's just...so complicated..."

Uh oh...this can't be good.

I walk over to were he's sitting on my bed and sit next to him. "Talk." I say.

"You know the new gardener? Brandon?" He's looking down, like he's about to cry.

How could I NOT? "Yeah, what about him?"

"The guy LOOKS seventeen...Liv...he's my age." 

Garrett's age? Garrett's twenty two. "And?"

"And I went to school with him."

Why is he telling me this? "Gar, why does all this-"

"I went out with him."

I swear my heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"He's not gay, he's bisexual. I dated him in Junior year. It was a messy break up, Liv. He cheated on me...he was my first boyfriend."

I look at Garret. He's visibly upset, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say there's a tear on his cheek.