Little Oliver: Chapter Two

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A/N: I wasn't going to write anymore of this story because I thought no one would read it, but I got a few reviews and it looks like a few people do enjoy it! XD So I would just like to say thanks to those who read and commented on this story! You are all awesome! Also, I should apologise for taking SO long to write this! Gomenasai!...Anyway, enough chit-chat! Time for the next chapter of Little Oliver! Enjoy! (I hope it's good...)

When I sat down for breakfast, purse in hand, I found that everyone had started to eat without me. Pancakes and eggs were beening served this fine morning. A perfect meal for a perfect day.

As I sat all eyes were on me, and because I have a big family that was quite impressive. Nervous, I placed the bag on my lap, hoping they wouldn't find it odd that I took my purse to breakfast.

"So," My mom asked me,"What were you doing all morning?"

"Ummm..." I thought quickly, trying to find something to say that was not a lie.

"Were you playing with Oliver?" My older sister, Johanna, asked.

The blood drained from my face. Did they know I had a real, alive Oliver? I felt the adorable boy squirm in my purse.

Liz, another one of my sisters, swallowed a mouthful of pancakes. "Have you thought of any songs to make him sing? I can help you write some if you want."

I sighed with relief. I had forgotten they still thought I only had the computer software Oliver. They had no idea that Oliver, the sweet little Vocaloid I talked about so much, was actually sitting at the table with them.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I told Liz.

Now that everyone was done questioning me, I gathered a little of my egg onto a fork and slid it underneath the table. Oliver had poked his small head out to look around. He stared wide eyed at the fork full of eggs coming his way. It took all my self control to not grab him and squeeze him. He was just too cute to handle!

"Come on. Take a bite," I whispered softly, when no one was looking.

Oliver only looked up at me with fear filled eyes. All of this must have been terrifying for him. Luckily I knew just the thing to cheer him up.

"Wait just a minute, sweet cheeks." I smiled, lifting the fork to the table. I grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and poured a little on the eggs. Syrup on eggs was one of my favorite meals. I hoped the tiny Vocaloid liked it too.

At first I thought he wouldn't take any, but then he reached up with his cute little hands and took a handful of the sticky egg mess. A few drips of syrup dropped onto my purse, which would have upset me if it was anyone other then Oliver. He was just to cute to be mad at!

He look curiously at the food. Slowly, he lifted it to his lips and took a small bite. I held my breath. Then his eyes widened and he devoured the rest in only a few bites. I smiled. He must of been very hungry. His yellow eye loooked up at me. He stuck his hands together, showing me they were sticky. How could something be so cute!?

I had to get him to a sink to clean him off, but how would I do that without anyone noticing us? There was a bathroom upstairs I could use. I scooted my chair back and began to stand up.

"You didn't eat any of your food." My mom said, as she watched me try to sneak away.

"Yes she did," Liz argued, "There's a little bit missing."

"Yeah," Johanna added, "It's like a tiny, little bitty person took a baby bite."

I laught nervously, "Haha...But tiny people don't exist soooo..." I leaned down and ate my egg as fast as possible without choking. It may have been bad manners, but I had other stuff to worry about.

I turned and made my way up the stairs, so as to avoid any more conversations. As I walked, Oliver bounced around in my purse. Once I reached the top, I took Him out and tossed the purse inside my room. He looked happy to be free of the bag.

Inside the bathroom was a nice big sink, which probably looked more like a nice big pool to the little Vocaloid. As he rolled up his tiny sleeves, I turned on the water, made sure it wasn't too cold or too hot, and let Oliver put his small hands in the sream of water.

He rubbed his hands in the cutest way possible. I offered him a washcloth and he dried his hands, looking very serious as he did. I bit my lip. He was so cute!

A/N: Sorry this was SO short! Sorry I took SO long to write this! I'm so lazy with writing! (And I'm also busy with another fanfic and a lot of other things!) Anyway- I should be writing more soon, so if you like this fanfiction please review or follow! (Crickets in the background...)