And Chapter 4 has arrived! Here you go! Hope you like it!
When the pair entered the classroom the teacher hadn't even noticed. She was too busy berating the other students to recycle, feed the fish, and take care of the turtle, allowing them to slip behind a table that sat two. The bar stools were wobbly, but they didn't really care. It was nothing new and both Liv and El had experienced far worse.
The class went by quickly, not much to be done but to collect paper and cardboard from other classrooms. The next class was a breeze, the teacher again not caring since it was the first week of school. Elliot and Olivia just sat, sharing glances and knowing without speaking what the other thought. It was a sixth sense that both confused and delighted them.
By the time the last bell rang Olivia knew exactly what she was going to do: go home, get clothes, and go stay at Elliot's. And if the plan went accordingly, she would be out of the house within 10 minutes or less. 'Trouble is, no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.' She hoped this would at least proceed smoothly enough. Olivia couldn't take much more pain in her life.
Olivia picked her bag up and headed to her locker, knowing Elliot was following her but not risking turning around. She still feared people would see her under her hoodie and be horrified (Olivia was still a bit shocked Elliot hadn't run for the hills, but was delighted that he didn't). When she finally got to her locker she rested her head on the cool metal with a soft bang. The brunette just wanted this to be over, wanted to have a normal life with normal problems. Was that too much to ask?
Seeing her like this, Elliot walked up and put his hand on her shoulder. "Liv, it's okay. Everything will be fine," he said caringly.
"How can you say that? It has never been fine, and it most likely never will be fine." Olivia replied flatly, still staring at the locker. She shut her eyes tightly, not letting the tears that were burning the back of her eyes fall.
"Because I have faith in you that you will fight as well, that you will come out of this alive and better for it. I know that one day you will have faith in yourself. I also know it will get better. You're going to find a husband who loves you and he is going to give you so many beautiful kids. God has a plan for you Olivia, and I know that whatever it is you are going to be happy." Ending his little speech of encouragement, Elliot set a hand on her bicep, rubbing her arm.
Olivia looked up, feeling a tear slip down her cheek despite her best efforts to control the emotions. But it wasn't of sadness anymore, it was one of happiness. "You really think so?" Olivia asked, wiping the tear away.
Elliot nodded, "I have no doubt about it. I am a hundred percent sure that it is part of God's plan for you, and when the time is right it will happen, and you will be so happy."
Letting out a little laugh, Olivia smiled and shrugged. "Much as I hate to disagree with the Lord, I really don't want kids."
The first thing about her that wasn't the same as him, but Elliot had faith he would be able to change her mind. Whether it be with him, and he hoped to Christ it would be with him, but if it wasn't he would make her want children. Having mini-Olivias in the world would make it a better place.
"Anyway, let's head out. The sooner this is done the better." Elliot pulled Olivia's bag off of her arms gently so as to avoid the pain, throwing it over his shoulder and lightly grabbing her wrist. He guided her to the door, Olivia blushing at the fact the star quarterback of the high school was not in the least bit ashamed of being with her. He truly was one in a million. They walked down the steps and began the long (but not long enough) walk to her house.
No words were exchanged; none were needed, meaningful glances doing the job just fine. They walked side by side, but in their minds it wasn't close enough. Wanting nothing more than to wrap Olivia in his arms and protect her from everything bad in the world, Elliot knew the plan but didn't want to take the risk of leaving her with the monster she had as a mother. It was the only realistic plan but that didn't make him like it.
Reaching her house, Elliot hid in a bush that was a little ways away just as they had hashed out earlier. Making sure that no one could see him, he watched Olivia proceed slowly toward the unassuming suburban home. Staring intently at her, the way her hips moved and the way she walked made a small smile form on his lips. This was his dream girl no doubt about it.
Olivia made the last hesitant step to the front door, scared to open it. Forcing her trembling hand to reach up and turn the knob, she found her mother with vodka in her hand lounging on the couch (as usual the woman was drinking it straight out of the bottle). She was dressed up and had make-up on, unusual.
"Mom, are you going somewhere tonight?" Olivia asked cautiously, hoping her small talk would calm her mother down enough to loosen the blow.
Serena Benson nodded after taking a swig of the clear liquid, "I'm going out to a bar Olivia. Now go to your room!"
"Well, uh, mom, I'm going to a friend's house for the night. So please don't freak out when you get home and I'm not here," Olivia blurted out, trying to act as normal and nonchalant as possible.
"What?" Serena replied sarcastically. "Friend my ass, you are going to that boy's house. All he wants from you is sex Olivia, that's all men want! I will not allow you to go!" Serena began to yell.
Olivia shook her head, fearing what would happen next, "No," she lied. "I'm going to Casey's. We have a project for school."
Serena's eyes narrowed, "Right." She took another swig, the alcohol sloshing in the bottle. "I don't care what you do. Hell, for all I care you can go out and get run over. But don't think you can come back here pregnant with his bastard child. I will not allow you to ruin my life more than you and your fuck of a father have already done! Got it?"
Hurt as she always was by her mother's words, Olivia nodded silently and rushed to her room. Grabbing a duffle bag from under her bed, the brunette began packing all of the necessities: a change of clothes, pajamas, underwear, bras, toothbrush, brush, shoes, everything she would need at Elliot's house.
Once it was done Olivia said a silent prayer for her safety(allowing this to be the one time she would ever completely believe someone was there), hefting the bag on her shoulder, she breezed down the stairs and past her mom. Saying a quick goodbye she was out the door and at the bush Elliot was supposed to be in. "El? You here?" Olivia asked, looking around the bush and within it. He wasn't there. He was supposed to be there. 'He wouldn't have ran, would he?' she thought worriedly.
"Right here, Liv." Elliot said from behind her, causing her to jump nearly two feet. "Sorry about that. There was a big bee with an affinity for my shirt. I finally lost him after two whole minutes of running around the block, but can we get out of here before his radar picks me up again? I think he might bring friends." He shuddered at the thought.
Olivia nodded with a giggle; Elliot was so cute sometimes. However, she froze when the realization of what she had just done hit her with full force.
"What? You can't giggle in front of me? I have heard you do it before!" Elliot's lips formed a cocky grin.
Rolling her eyes, Olivia had to admit though that this boy did calm her down. "That's not it Stabler. I just don't usually giggle in front of anyone. You're actually the first person besides Case to hear me giggle. And I don't remember ever giggling in front of you."
Elliot shook his head with a smile. "Well you have. I heard it."
"It probably wasn't a giggle," she retorted, eyes narrowing. "It was probably a chuckle or just a small laugh."
"They have a name for small laughs, Liv. They are called giggles."
Tired of his smartass attitude, Olivia took the duffle bag that was slung over her shoulder and threw it to Elliot. He caught it with a questioning look. "It's too heavy!" Olivia faux whined, turning and walking away.
'Oh she is going to get it.' Elliot lurched forward and grabbed Olivia's arms to stop her from walking, turning her around so he was facing her. "Well I know something that isn't too heavy," he said in a high pitched, feminine falsetto, mocking her.
Brows furrowing in puzzlement, before she could enquire what that meant Elliot had Olivia slung over his shoulder as he headed to his house. "ELLIOT! PUT ME DOWN!" Olivia yelled, trying not to laugh.
"Liv, you need to eat more. You're as light as a feather. Maybe I should barbecue you one of my famous T-bone steaks," Elliot remarked chidingly, turning onto the corner of his street.
"Oh whatever. I am not that light Stabler," Olivia said making sure he couldn't see her blushing behind him.
Elliot walked up the sidewalk to his house, setting Olivia down gently with a grin. "And that is something not too heavy but with a little too much spice." His grin widened at her glare. "Welcome to the Stabler's by the way. Ready to meet my parents?"
"Oh, I'm so nervous to meet your parents," Olivia opined sarcastically, then turned serious. "Do you think they will like me?"
"Oh Liv," he chuckled. "Of course they will like you! Who couldn't?"
"I don't know if you realized, but Kathy doesn't like me."
"Just because Kathy doesn't like you doesn't really mean anything important," he shrugged. "It just means that you tend to turn off the phonies, a good quality to have. And besides, nobody likes Kathy, merely tolerating her at best so your argument doesn't count." Olivia rolled her eyes, not willing to show that she was defeated. Smirking, Elliot opened the door and yelled, "Mom! Dad! I'm home! I brought a friend I want you to meet!" Elliot pulled lightly on Olivia's wrist and set her bag down on the ground by the staircase.
There were footsteps on the stairs and before Olivia could blink there were seven people standing in front of her. In a mad stampede that would put a Spanish running of the bulls to shame they all hugged Elliot, besides a middle-aged man who shook his hand. 'Must be his father,' Olivia surmised.
"Guys," Elliot said after wiggling out of his family's grasp. "This is Olivia Benson, my best friend," he added proudly.
They all looked over in sync. One by one, each of their jaws dropped.
Well I hope you all liked this chapter! I also hope it was as good as you were expecting!
Like usual i have to thank Thecongressman for all of his help! He is so nice and helpful! So thank you!
And like usual reviews make me happy! They also tell me what you want next and they also keep me writing! So please review. Also sorry this is a day late I was super busy yesterday, i actually broke my phone but got a new one. Although i haven't completely figured it out yet! And I also had to coach 4-5 year old soccer! So please forgive me for being a day late, I was busy!