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Ways Of Dealing
Chapter Seven
Clueless
A/N- Thank you for all the reviews everyone!
"God, could you turn your music down?" Oliver said annoyed, as he walked into my room and turned it down. It was Misery by Paramore- a song I knew he hated.
"Well jeez, sorry Mr. Crabby Pants." I mocked him.
"Hey! I'm not crabby. I'm just… I don't know…" I laughed at him. He was pacing in my room, rubbing his head, looking extremely frazzled. And extremely cute.
I got off my bed and took his arms to stop his pacing. Pacing made me nervous. Mainly because when people pace, they're nervous. The doctor was pacing when he had to tell Anna and I about our parents. "What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong. What's wrong with you?" He asked me. Okay, now I'm confused. Who said anything was wrong with me?
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
A small smile appeared on Oliver's face. "I mean, why are you in your room instead of mine?" He asked. I laughed at him.
"Well…. You never invited me over." I joked.
"Would you like me to?" He asked. I nodded yes. "Lilly Truscott, would you like to walk the long distance to my bedroom with me?"
"Yes, Oliver, I sure would." Oliver and I laughed.
Ever since Oliver and I had that little talk while getting his suit, which was three days ago, the awkwardness was gone. It was like it just disappeared. Which was good, because since then we've been spending most of our time together. More time together than we've ever spent together. But we still had to hide our relationship from his mom. I often felt myself feeling guilty about disobeying her rules because after all, she is letting me stay with her. I try to push those thoughts aside though. Oliver makes me happy.
"Wanna play guitar hero?" Oliver asked me once we got in his room.
"Sure," I said, picking up my guitar. We played for a while, having some competitive fights. It probably wasn't such a good thing that both of us were such competitive people. It didn't work out to well when we played games.
"I did not bump your guitar! It was your fault you missed that note!" We fought while the game was paused.
Oliver claims that I bumped him and made him miss his good note. "You so DID bump me! If you hadn't of bumped me I would be winning!"
"What! That's a lie! I was winning way before I "bumped" you." I rebutted.
"Oh, so you admit that you bumped me?" Oliver said with a smirk, knowing he was making me angrier.
"No! You know what I meant!" Oliver didn't say anything. He was to busy laughing at my anger. "I think we should stop playing." I said, turning away from him and folding my arms across my chest.
"Come on Lils, I'm sorry. You're just so funny when you're mad." Oliver said.
"Ha ha, so funny." I said snottily, still angry.
"Lilly," Oliver whined. "Forgive mee." He kissed my lips softly.
I gave in. "Fine. But I still don't want to play anymore." I huffed.
"That's fine." Oliver said, then got up on his bed and laid down. I crawled up next to him and he put his arm around me.
"You know what would be cool?" He asked me.
"What?" I respond.
"If we slept in the tree house tonight." Oliver said.
"Your mom would never let us, but I guess it would be pretty cool." I agreed.
Oliver thought for a second. I laid my head on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. "I think we should do it anyway. We can sneak out after she's asleep."
"I don't know if I should. I don't want your mom to get mad at me. She's letting me stay here. I don't have anywhere else to go." I said sadly.
"Lilly, even if you got in trouble with her, my mom would never throw you out. She loves you just as much as she loves me. You'll always have somewhere to be." Oliver told me.
"Are you just saying this to convince me to sleep in the tree house with you?" I asked suspiciously.
"No. But you know, it would be really cool if you did!" Oliver laughed.
"Fineee. But you better make a good sneaking out plan." I told him.
"I already have one. Are you ready for this? Okay, we put on black clothes, and then at 1:00 in the morning, we open the door and walk out." Oliver said in a serious voice. "Oh wow, I have the chills just thinking about it." Oliver faked the chills and shook his body, shaking me. I laughed at him.
"Don't make fun of me," I said jokingly. "It's not my fault I'm just a good person." I giggled. "But I'll do it for you."
"Yes! It will be fun, don't worry." Oliver smiled, then leaned over and kissed me. He got more aggressive, and crawled over me. His legs were straddling my hips as he kissed me intensely. We continued to make out for a while, but then we heard footsteps coming upstairs.
"Lilly, Oliver!" Mrs. Oken was coming. "Kids?" She knocked on the door. I jumped away from Oliver and ran into my bedroom real quick.
"Come in, Mom." Oliver said to her. She came in.
"What are you up to?" She asked.
"Nothing. Just uh, sitting on my bed." I laughed from where I was sitting in my room. Just sitting on my bed? Who just sits on their bed? I hoped Mrs. Oken believed him.
"Oh, okay. Where's Lilly?" She asked.
"Um, she's probably sitting on her bed too." Oliver told her.
"Ooh, alright. Well come down in twenty minutes for dinner." Mrs. Oken said, and then shut the door. Gosh, she could be so clueless sometimes.
I walked back into Oliver's room. I was laughing, and as soon as he saw me he started laughing too. The best thing about being with him was that we still had that best friend type of connection. The kind of connection where you can say one word and the person just knows what you're talking about. The connection when you laugh, the other person laughs too, even if there's no reason.
A/N: Hey guys. My only excuse for not updating for over a month is that ever since I started the high school gymnastics team I have no spare time whatsoever. For real. It's like everyday. But yeah, I really am sorry. I don't know when I'll update again. Most likely sooner that the last time. PLEASE REVIEW.
