Prologue To A Dream, Pt.4

“Will, I’m really sorry about last night,” Oliver said as he sat down on the edge of Will’s bed. Will shrugged his shoulders. “No, Ollie…I should apologize to you. I’d had a bit too much to drink during the course of the evening, and it loosened my tongue. You were having a bad night, and when I said that, I made it worse.So, I’m the one that’s sorry. Forgive me?”

Oliver cracked his first smile of the day. “Sure,” he replied. Will sat down beside Oliver. “And just so you know, you’re a good guy, and you deserve better than a note. She could have had the decency to stick around and explain her refusal.”

Oliver’s eyes lit up. “Well, I haven’t gotten around to telling the others, but I’ve got a plan.” Will raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” Oliver stood and began to pace again. “Well, I don’t know what her true reasons were. She couldn’t have meant what she said. I’m going to find out. I’m going to search for her. I’m going to find Chelsea.”

Will sighed. “You’re an idiot.”

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