Omera

"I really don't think this is the best idea, Omera." Maci says as she watches me glaring at the ring on my finger, I did hear her but I didn't know how to respond. She takes this as me not paying attention so she taps on my coffee cup to get my attention, I hadn't drank a bit yet. It really makes me wonder why I even brought Maci to this coffee shop, I don't even drink coffee.

"Why not?" I question her as I break my gaze with the ring. She clears her throat as she stares at the ring, she seems uncomfortable with its presence.

"Omera, you've only been seeing him for three months." She reminds me as if I suddenly forgot, I look at the ring with unease but I don't want Maci to know that.

"A lot can happen in a few months." I murmur, trying not to think back to my last relationship when I was 17. "True love has no time limit, plus we're both ready for this. We fit perfectly together." As the words slip out of my mouth I realize I'm just trying to convince myself rather than Maci.

"Then date him, don't marry him." Maci argues, I know she's right but I didn't want to be wrong right now.

I sigh. "Listen, we have been working together for the last year. He's the CEO, and he found me interesting. The new girl that has no friends because she's rude. If he saw the good in me so quick how could I not-" I try explaining myself but Maci cuts me off.

"Did you see the good in him?" She questions.

I say silent for a minute but I realize my silence would prove her point, I'm not about to let that happen. "Yes, of course." I lie.

If I'm being honest, he's a bit annoying to me. He seems to think gifts will win me over, I think I'm sort of proving his point by marrying him. So then, why am I marrying him?

Besides the general cockiness, he's very sweet to me. I remember a week before we started dating, there was a bouquet of roses on my desk. The gesture embarrassed me a bit but I was still flattered. Even though many of the people at work just rolled their eyes and thought the person who set the roses on my desk was probably mentally ill.

Yes, people think I'm rude, but in reality I feel like I'm just straight forward. I don't sugar coat my sentences, and I have no problem saying no. That's not rude, people just can't accept honesty.

"Omera, I feel like you're rushing into things." Maci tries again to convince me that I'm making a mistake and it only angers me.

"Maci, I'm 22 years old and I only got a job because of my mother's connections. I'm way too bitter to ever attract anyone and I'm not going to change. I think Ryan is the only person who will ever find me attractive despite my horrible attitude towards life. He's the one for me, we're getting married." I state, grabbing my coffee cup and angrily sipping the drink. I hate black coffee.

"You never really got closure from-" she states after a moment of silence but I cut her off immediately.

"All he did was cause me pain and disappear. I'm not waiting for him, it's been four years, Maci. He's not coming back." I argue with her but she sighs.

"It doesn't matter if he's coming back or not. It matters whether you still have feelings there." Maci intrudes, but the sentence just makes me uncomfortable. She seems to always find a way to sneak him back into the equation and this habit seems to be amplifying because of my new relationship.

"Maci, give it a rest. I'll talk to you later." I abruptly end the conversation as I get up grabbing my coffee cup.

"Omera, I'm sorry if I-" she tries to apologize but I shake my head.

"Our engagement party is this weekend so make sure you make it, I can't be there without my only friend." I offer her an angry smile, if that makes sense. I wanted to clear the air so she doesn't think that I'm mad.

She looks apologetic but before she could say anything else, I offer her a farewell and leave.

~

"Make sure you push back the 4:30 appointment by ten minutes, I really need to meet with Charles to organize the engagement." Ryan says to his assistant, he takes down notes while nodding vigorously. I offer the assistant a little smile when he peaks at me but receive nothing in return, to this I sigh.

"What's wrong?" Ryan questions staring at me perplexed.

"I've been sitting here for 30 minutes." I frown playfully at him, he giggles and shoos his assistant away. The man nods for the hundredth time and walks off, before he does he finally gives me a small smile and you guessed it; a nod.

"So why did you come in?" Ryan asks me, and I give him a confused look.

"...I work here." I explain to him and he looks at me as if I solved a huge mystery. I don't know why he seems like such an airhead sometimes, he's the CEO yet sometimes I feel like I'm smarter than him.

"Ah, yes you do. Well, you don't need to come in anymore if you don't want to, you're mine and
I'm yours." He explains, the possessive attitude is something I used to love back as a teenager but now I feel as if it's a constant reminder of my teenage fantasies. However, I ignore it.

"I still want to work." I tell him and he nods just like his assistant was.

"Okay sweetheart, whatever you want. I just want you to be happy. Let me know what I need to do for you and I'll do it." He says, the way he stares at me is with utter admiration and pure love.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I say with a little giggle and blush.

He sighs. "I think I'm in love. I don't know, I've never felt something like this. You're a gift that I don't deserve." He says as he gets up and walks over to me. Everything he says makes me blush, it reminds me of all the reasons I agreed to marry him in the first place. He told me that to him, I was the thing he was always waiting for and the idea of that made me feel so special that I started to fall for him.

"Why are you flattering me?" I ask him, getting up to meet him. I stare up at him with a smile, he wraps his arms around my waist and I firmly put my arms on his shoulders.

"Ah, I feel like I don't deserve you sometimes, and that's really funny because I've always been an entitled bastard." He states to me with a smirk. I laugh at this, he's serious, his family looks at him like he's crazy when he talks about me.

How did he fall for me this hard?

I think back to what Maci was talking about in the coffee shop. My head runs a mile a minute and I suddenly see Dan's face, how he whispered sweet nothings to me in bed, how he left me in the rain, how he just disappeared when I was so in love with him.

"You look upset, did I say something...?" Ryan questions, I shake my head. I remember how hopeless I felt that day, when it was raining down on me, and how sick I felt afterward when he left me.

"You won't leave me in the rain, right?" I ask him. He furrows his eyebrows as he studies me, the question seemed very odd to him but the answer was all I needed. I don't want to be left in the rain again.

"Are you referring to something specific because you know I'll never leave you." He promises. I look at him, how did he just appear into my life like this? I feel like something else is going on, this is too perfect.

"Nothing specific, don't you think this is all moving a bit too fast?" I question but he shrugs.

"If it goes fast, let it go fast. Why waste time?" he points out, I nod and offer him a small kiss. I felt something for him, and I don't know if it's love. I do believe, however, that it will grow into love.

"I'm gonna go back to work." I smile at him, but he only groans in response to this.

"I have-" he stops to glance at his watch, "two more minutes until my assistant busts through the door, let me enjoy them."

He plants a kiss on my neck. "I don't think much will happen in two minutes."

"Trust me," he disagrees. "A lot can happen in two minutes."

"Well, you do have a habit of move quick." I point out with a little smirk. He pulls back and gives me a curious stare, but before he could question me his loose-headed assistant walks though the door. I take this as my sign to leave so with a little kiss to Ryan's cheek, I depart.

~

"Well, my cousin had a wedding last year and her dress was so beautiful that it looked straight off of "Say Yes to the Dress." It had little beads that went around the neckline and-" I zone out of what the airhead was saying. Am I really getting married? I thought it would be more special, or at least I would be in love.

A group of women had formed around my desk after I returned from talking to Ryan. Ever since they saw the big fat diamond ring on my hand it seemed that I'm now everyone's interest. Pathetic.

"Well girls," I interrupt, they all peer at me with interest. They've all been wanting me to give out invitations to the engagement party, especially since they heard how extravagant it would be, I assume. "I'm gonna head out. Bye." I wave to them. They all look at me with confusion, they thought that fifteen minutes of conversation they tortured me with would be enough to get their hands on an invitation but they probably never will get one. That's what I just decided.

"What a bi-" I walk off before I hear the insult in it's entirety, I would have loved to hear it though. Just so I could smirk back at her.

I don't know where I'm going, but I thought I would just walk around or something of the sort. I walk toward the elevator but the big fat "Out of Order" sign halts me, much to my dismay.

Great, I guess I'm going to have to take the stairs for once in life I haven't been subjected to taking the stairs ever since high school or that damned boarding school, which I heard was under investigation. I thought it was a rumor until I drove past it one day and saw the yellow tape. The memories of that place make me feel an unnamed feeling but it reminds me of the same person, even seeing the soccer field reminds me of the little moments with him.

"Are you a virgin?"

I scoff at the memory but can't help the ache in my chest either. I don't know why I still ache for him, and I stopped trying to figure it out too.

I open the door to the stairs, still reminiscing about the past. I even remember the first day at that boarding school, I got into to trouble for the dumbest things and it all started with my phone. I roll my eyes at the thought, thank god I don't live in that reality anymore. To prove myself free of it, I pull out my phone and stare down at it and for an unknown reason I thought it would cause something to happen, like take me back into that reality for a minute, although I know that everything about that time in my life will never come back. That is until a figure bumps into me and I drop my phone.

I peer up at the man and immediately feel my cheeks get hot.

"Dan?"

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A/N:

I really wanted the first chapter of Childish and Childish 2 to be connected.

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