...Anyway, this is another request from my good friend, Pandora. Yeah, I sorta yelled at her when she asked me this, but hey, at least she's not asking me for a Mary Sue here.
Onyx is my OC, who I enjoy writing time-to-time. Most of the time, (in my mind), I like seeing her mess with Oliver for some reason. Of course, it seems that Pandora took it the wrong way. -.-
Ah well. Pandora's Pandora, I suppose. I was just surprised that she asked me this after bugging me about the almost-given-up pairing of Oliver X Loki, another OC, which isn't mine. Seriously though, she gives me too many requests...
At least she didn't ask me to try to write a lemon for her. 'Course, I can't put it up here, but she'll want me to email her it, then Kitty to see her reaction...
Pandora, if you even dare to hint at me writing a lemon, I will make sure you get deaf from all my yelling.
Disclaimer: Oh, you wish.
Oh, and enjoy this fail of a story!
"...Who are you?"
A simple question, directed at a short-looking girl.
The black-haired girl glanced up, and smiled slightly.
"Depends," she said, "who are you?"
"..Oliver," the response came from a blonde boy, barely taller than the girl.
She laughed.
"Nice to meet you, Oliver. How old are you?"
"..12," he answered uncertainly. "How old are you?"
"58," she answered, before laughing again, as if she just said a funny joke.
Seeing the look on his face, she said, "Just kidding. I'm 13, one year older than you."
He paused, not sure what to say.
"Tired?" the girl inquired.
He shook his head, frowning.
The girl shrugged and patted the spot next to her, leaning back on the tree bark. "Come, sit, sit."
He obeyed, leaning into the tree's embrace easily.
"Bored?" She tried to ask again.
"..No."
"Confused?"
He seemed to consider it, then said, "No."
"..Angry?"
"No."
"Sad?"
"No."
She stared at him carefully.
He noticed that her eyes were a disturbingly bright yellow.
"Nothing?" she asked, and he heard a note of surprise in her voice.
"Nothing," he confirmed, confused onto what she was asking.
"..." she leaned farther in the tree, tilting her head up.
Peaceful, that was the first word that popped into Oliver's head.
"You're a weird kid."
Bipolar was the second word.
"You'll make a interesting friend."
Irony was the third word.
...Eh...I'm not even sure I used Irony and Bipolar right.
Possible Oliver X Onyx, or just a nice friendship forming, I don't care. I just wanna sleep.
Onyx really is an interesting character to write...*yawn* I'll submit this in the morning and cut down my author note a bit.
EDIT: Sometimes, I seriously hate my little brother.
2nd EDIT: I purposely didn't mention Onyx's name.
Review please.