What the bloody hell is that guy doing? Move, twit! Oliver thought.
Before Oliver had time to process what he was doing, he had leaped onto the street and grabbed the stupid blond by his elbows and dragged him off the road. The car whizzed by seconds after he did so, ruffling their clothes. "W-what the bloody hell were you doing?" Oliver panted lightly.
Oh. My. GOD. I ALMOST DIED. I JUST ALMOST DIED. Len thought, beginning to hyperventilate.
Does this guy have some sort of mental condition? Oliver wondered.
Len looked into the face of his savior. They were close to the same age and the boy was wearing what appeared to be a sailor's outfit. His shoes were nowhere to be seen and he was covered in bandages and had a strong British accent, making it a bit hard to understand what he was saying. Even so, Len found himself hypnotized by his voice and intrigued by his bandages and bare feet.
Only then did Oliver realize who he had just saved. Len's sunglasses had fallen off when Oliver had grabbed him and were laying crushed in the road, allowing Oliver to see Len's face without obstruction. "H-hey, aren't you Len Kagamine?"
Len Kagamine the Vocaloid... Of all the people for Oliver to tug off the street, the famous singer. Oliver himself liked to sing but he had never sang in front of anyone before. Oliver liked Len's music, he had to admit. But he never knew Len in real life was like this. He was really handsome and even sexier than he had looked in Spice- wait a second... What was Oliver just thinking?! Really handsome and sexier than he looked in Spice!? There was definitely something wrong with Oliver. Maybe his anti-depressants were finally affecting him. What a weird way for them to affect him though. Perhaps he was hallucinating. If they made him think like this, though, Oliver thought that they were probably questionable. Maybe he should quit taking them. Or maybe just take the whole bottle at once... Bad Oliver! You're not supposed to be having thoughts like those...!
"Y-you know me, then..." Len was still a little shaky from his encounter with the reckless driver moments ago, and Oliver could see it.
"Um, yeah, you're pretty famous." Oliver reached out to touch Len's trembling arm. "Are you okay?"
Len shivered. The boy was touching him... "Y-yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you. Just still a little freaked out." Len bowed slightly. "Thank you so much for saving me, Mr..."
"Oliver. My name is Oliver."
"Alright, well, thank you... Oliver." Len smiled, glad that he knew Oliver's name so that he could thank him properly.
"Anyone would have done it," Oliver replied modestly.
"But no one else did," Len retorted with a small smile. Len had a wild idea. He wanted to find out more about Oliver. Perhaps they could become friends... "Would you like to come back to the Vocaloid mansion with me?"
"W-what?! I'm sorry, but why? I don't understand," Oliver stammered. He wants me to go to a MANSION with him?
"I really must show you my grattitude! You should come have dinner at the mansion," Len offered.
"Oh, but, really, I'm not sure if that's a great idea, I'm actually headed off to... to..." Oliver tried to come up with a believable lie. Oliver wasn't actually planning on going anywhere in particular; he had just wanted to leave. Anywhere was fine, but he couldn't face his roommate again. Oliver wasn't really sure what he was doing or where he was going.
"Please, I insist that I show you my thanks. You did save my life, after all." Len tried to get Oliver to come. It didn't look like Oliver had anywhere to go. In fact, he looked like he lived on the streets. Bandages, messy blond hair underneath his sailor's cap, no shoes... Len wondered if Oliver actually was homeless.
Well, I have nothing else to do. Why not? It IS Len Kagamine after all, and who am I to deny the great pop star Len Kagamine of anything? "I... yeah. Sure, why not?" Oliver relented.
Len smiled. YES! "Great! Come o-" It was then that Len remembered that he was in a big fight with his sister and that his master was being a nag about stupid things. Maybe I should just take him out...? But I really want him to see the mansion, and if I bring him there, I might be able to get him to stay the night if he really is homeless...
"Uh, are you sure that you're really alright?" Oliver asked. Len had randomly broken off his sentence and was just standing there.
"Oh! Sorry, yes! I was just thinking... Anyways, come on." Damn, now he probably thinks I'm weird. Ah well...
Blimey, this guy is spacey... No wonder he ended up in the middle of the street, ready to be turned into roadkill. Oliver thought, following the golden-haired singer in the direction of the mansion.
It was a medium length walk from the park to the Vocaloid mansion, and soon they were almost there and no conversation had gone on between the two males.
"Um..." Len tried to strike up a conversation. "Uh, you know who I am, so I'm assuming you've heard my music before." Len finally thought of a starting topic.
"Yes, I really enjoy your music..."Oliver replied simply.
"Really?" Len was pleased to hear that...! Normally, he wouldn't care so much, but, Oliver was... Strange. No, that's not it... Different? No... Unique? Yes. Unique was the word for Oliver.
Oliver nodded and Len's smile widened. "Then may I ask your favorite song of mine?" Len was curious to know.
"Spice," Oliver immediately responded truthfully on reflex without thinking about his answer. His face reddened as soon as he said it. "Oh... I mean..."
Len blinked in surprise and blushed slightly. "Spice? Oh... That's interesting." A few lines of the song surfaced in Len's mind, making him blush even more:
'The bitter taste of much too sweet syrup
That you choose to take only from only me
Skin on skin and I know what you taste like now
For now it has me satisfied!'
"Uh, actually I think that Tsukema Tsu- no, no, that's not what I meant to say! Um, I mean, I really like Sadistic Vampire! Uh, no, I like your cover of Mr. Taxi! No, that's not right, your Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder with Rin is the best!" Oliver stammered, trying to think of a Len song that he liked that wouldn't be awkward in any way.
"I see." Len blinked, not sure whether to feel amused or flat-out awkward and weirded out.
Oliver's face got even redder, if that was possible. "Uh, sorry..."
Len shook his head. "It's fine." A small smile appeared on his lips as he thought about Oliver liking Spice.
Oliver saw Len smiling and was dispirited immediately. Damn, I just made a complete fool of myself, and now Len's laughing at me... At least he's polite enough not to be too obvious about it.
Len looked up at the grand mansion they were standing in front of now. "Ah, we're here. That was quick."
Oliver looked up, startled to see the enormous building before him. How had he not noticed that until it was pointed out to him?
"Wow..." Oliver breathed. "You LIVE here?"
Len laughed quietly. "Yeah, but there's a lot of us."
Oliver nodded and stared up at the magnificent building as the two walked up to the gates. They opened automatically when Len gave a small nod to a camera that Oliver didn't notice at first.
They walked up an elegant walkway to the huge white mansion, where Len opened the front door, which was actually a large wooden double door. Oliver stepped inside and looked around. Everything was pure white, shiny, and had a little sparkle to it.
"I still can't believe you live in this place..." Oliver murmured, looking around the room.
Len smiled and walked into a doorway that led into a larger room, motioning for Oliver to follow. Oliver trailed after Len, gazing at the cleanness of the place. Who knew a house could be so SHINY?
"Len! You're back! Damn it, where do you run off to?! And who the hell is that?" Rin demanded, pointing at Oliver.
"Rin, calm down, I just went to the park. Thing is, I was walking and I accidentally went across the street without checking for cars, and then-"
"Len, you big oaf! Are you alright?" Rin hugged Len tightly. She had obviously been worried about him.
Looks like she forgives me for our argument earlier...
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"That's good, but you still haven't explained him," Rin said, gesturing towards Oliver who was standing there awkwardly.
"Well, I was going to, but then you interrupted m-"
"Don't start with that again!"
"See, you did it aga-"
"Shut up, Len!"
"Um..." Oliver said awkwardly.
"Oh, sorry Oliver..." Len apologized, scratching the back of his head. "Well, Rin, like I was saying, I would've gotten turned into roadkill if Oliver here hadn't saved me in the nick of time!" Len said with exaggerated facial expressions and hand movements.
"Really? Thank you for helping him!" Rin hugged Oliver, who awkwardly patted her back.
"You make it sound like I'm a hero or something, Len..." Oliver protested.
"But you are!" Len smiled.
"More like 'or something' than hero, I'd say." Oliver muttered after Rin pulled away and took in Oliver for the first time, looking him up and down. Oliver shuffled uncomfortbaly and wondered what was going through Rin's mind. Len was watching Rin closely.
"Hey, do you need a place to stay tonight?" Rin asked off-handedly.
"W-what? Why would you think that?" Oliver asked nervously.
Len was relieved that Rin was asking Oliver to stay the night. If Len did later, it would've probably been awkward. Not that it wasn't right now, but at least Len wasn't mixed up in all the awkwardness.
Len wasn't quite sure why, but he wanted Oliver to stay... He felt drawn to him. There was definitely something with this guy.
Rin looked Oliver up and down pointedly, as if to say, "I think it's a bit obvious why I would think that; you look like a total hobo."
A fancy hobo, with his sailor outfit. But still a hobo.
Oliver blushed and looked down. "...You're right, I don't have anywhere to stay, but I brought it upon myself by leaving. You don't have to worry about me."
"Nonsense, you're staying here tonight!" Rin said dismissively.
"But, I don't want to impose on-"
"You'll stay here and like it, goddamnit!"
Oliver blinked, a little afraid. "Um..."
Rin smiled brightly. "Alright, it's settled then!"
Oliver scratched the back of his head awkwardly. When did I ever agree to this...?
Rin turned to Len. "You can show him to-"
"My room? Yeah." Len replied, cutting her off before she said 'guest room.' She gave him a questioning look and he returned with a glare. She shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, Len'll show you to his room."
Oliver nodded and let himself be led through a labyrinth of hallways before they came to a stop in front of a door. "This is my room," Len said, opening the door and walking in so Oliver could see it.
"How big of a room do you NEED Len?!" Oliver exclaimed, looking around at the overly large room. There was a television with a game system set up next to it, a huge desk, a walk in-closet, a king-sized bed, a bathroom, and other assorted furniture around the room.
Len looked around at the room. "Good thing it's big, since you'll be bunking with me tonight."
"Whoah, whoah, whoah! What? This mansion's enormous! You really don't have guest rooms?"
"Of course we do! But we're renovating all four of them right now, as well as a few other rooms," Len lied. There was no renovation going on in any of the house.
"Oh, I see..." Oliver replied, turning his attention back to the T. V. "Quite a big telly you got there, Len."
Len nodded and glanced at the flatscreen. "I guess."
Oliver hummed and looked around the room and his eyes landed on the bed. "Um, by the way, where exactly am I sleeping?"
"...Um... On my bed, I guess." Len said, looking around at his spacious room. "I'll sleep on the floor."
"No, no, no! No! You sleep in your bed, I'll take the floor!" Oliver protested.
"But you're the guest, Oliver!"
"But it's your bed! Besides, if you sleep on the floor you'll catch a cold."
Len blushed ever so slightly. "You would catch a cold if you did, too."
"Just let me sleep on the floor." Oliver said exasperatedly.
"Not gonna happen. I am not touching that bed." Len replied stubbornly.
"Neither am I, then." Oliver could be just as stubborn as Len could.
Len built up his courage to say, "...Or, we could... share the bed... After all, it's king-sized..."
Oliver blushed. "That wouldn't... be weird for you? I mean, we just met."
"N-no, I've never been shy about stuff like this," Len lied. "Besides, who cares? We're just sharing a mattress."
To Len's surprise, Oliver nodded. He didn't put up as much of a fight as I thought he would.
"That's true... Well, I guess I'm fine with it if you are." I am not fine with it! This is so awkward! What am I supposed to do? I already feel awkward around him, and now...
Len smiled. "Great! Alright, well dinner's not for a couple more hours. We eat at 6 here."
"Okay, that works. But... what will we do in the mean time?"
A/N: Okay, the first chapter was really short, but I dragged this one on way longer than necessary. Perhaps it balances out?
Anyways, I really hoped you guys liked this chapter though I'm a bit afraid that it really, really sucked. Just tell me if I ruined the story XD The only part I REALLY liked was describing Oliver as a "fancy hobo." Seriously, that is so contradictory! I can't XD
Anyway, thank you for reading this INSANELY long chapter! Until we meet again, my dear friends. *tips nonexistent hat*
