A single diamond set in a ring.
I closed the lid of the velvet box and set in back in my nightstand drawer. Then I went to get the door.
"Heeeey," Olive drawled, letting her childhood southern accent show. She once told me that her parents live in Texas and she grew up there, but then moved north to become a jockey.
"Hi Olive," I said stepping aside to let her in, "What do you have?"
"Caramel ripple swirl ice cream!" she giggled.
"I usually get plain chocolate."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on Ned! Have some fun!" she set the ice cream on the counter and I sat down on the couch.
"Live a little," she crawled onto my lap and kissed me.
"I am living," I said between kisses, "I just like chocolate ice cream."
"Have you ever tried-" she gasped for breath and continued to kiss me, "-caramel ripple swirl?"
"Mmmm… I think you'll like it…"
"I like this."
Then the lights went out.
Olive gasped, "What happened?"
"I don't know," I said and she slid off me, "a power outage or something…"
"The pie stuff Ned!"
"Oh. Crap," we both took off into the hallway and down stairs to the Pie Hole.
We quickly checked the refrigerators and the lights.
"Oh good, they still work," Olive sighed flicking a light on and off. And on and off. And on and off.
"I think that's enough checking, Olive," I said looking in a fridge, everything was still, thankfully, chilled.
"It must be just the apartments," she said.
"Can I stay at your place tonight? You know, because of the lights?"
"Sure," I smiled.
Later that evening, after ice cream, Olive and I laid in bed and watched the shadows that played on the ceiling. My bed was too small for two people, but Olive was tiny and it gave me more reason to hold her closer. She was only wearing a tank top and panties now so I let my figures run across her bare arm and shoulders. Olive shivered.
"When is she coming back?" she asked.
"Who?" I whispered.
"I don't know."
"I like this."
"I like this too."
"I know this isn't meant to be-"
"-but I love you.""I love you too."
She fell asleep soon after that, I reached over and pulled the velvet box out of my night stand again. I stayed up the better part of the night turning the ring over in my hand.
This isn't meant to be, but I love you.
I love you too, Olive.
I do not own Pushing Daisies. If I did there would be more Nolive! ~Jedi Annie Scrambler