For the record, a HUGE thanks to the people who read my author's notes. I know I shouldn't ask for any request or suggestions, but I'm young and I would rather have some writing advice or tips to help out my story. Your comments about me (ahh I know I'm soo corny) , inspire me to write this story. I honestly wanted to keep it a one-shot.
OOH! WAIT! I actually thought of a some-what plot! YAY! Now it won't be so incredibly random.. it'll have (some-what of) a purpose!
The title of this chapter is from a Puffy song. Look it up on YouTube.
(this is a long note, ain't it?) Check out me and htibberon's story 'Sticks and Stones' she's written the sexual scenes so far, but I have one planned for later on in the story. Oh and this story is actually in the c2s for Loliver Love. It's rare if that happens for my stories. xD so I'm happy.
Okay, my rant is over.
"Why are you poking me?"
"Sorry, it's hard except that you're real."
"You're such a drama queen."
"I am not."
"Are so."
"Not!"
"So!"
"Nuh!"
"Suh!"
"Can I at least be a drama king?"
I take in a breath, pausing to think about it. "Nope, drama queen fits."
"You're mean, you know that right?"
"Yes, I know."
"Guess what?"
"I don't really care, but you're going to tell me anyway. So I'll take a guess.. hmm.. you're gay?"
"Lillian, if I were gay why would I be with you?"
"Oliver-ian, I've been called a boy multiple times in my life, mostly by you."
"I was young and you didn't have... back to my point! Do you remember who was born tomorrow eighteen years ago?"
"...Were you going to say I didn't have boobs?"
"...No."
"suuuure."
"I was going to say you didn't have... female qualities. Bu-"
"Like breasts?"
"No, like... makeup."
"So if I didn't wear makeup you wouldn't have been interested in me?"
"Wait.. what? No, that's not what I said!"
"Uhh, yeah it is."
"... Never mind, let's say it was your breasts."
"I knew it."
"ANYWAY, Why is June 9th so important?"
"... It's a week before we get out of school?"
"And..."
"It's the day I got Philip!"
"..Oookay, and why did you get Philip?"
"Because, you're allergic to dogs, and your mom got you a dog for your... HEY! That was your birthday! June 9th is your birthday!"
"Finally."
I fold my arms around him from the side. "Happy almost birthday."
"Thank you." He says with humor playing on his words. "You know, I'm a legal adult as of tomorrow."
"Rub it in why don't you?"
He starts rubbing my arms fast. "Did it sink in yet?"
"Ha, Oliver you are oh so funny." I fake a smile. "But, you do know that makes me a minor.. and it's illegal for us to have sex."
"I never thought I'd have to break the law... oh well." He dips his head down to me neck and his lips form warm kisses on my exposed shoulder, until I push him back. "What's wrong?"
"You're not going to break the law. What about you're career in law enforcement?"
"No one will know."
"Yeah, except my parents. And my dad will beat the shit out of you, and then tell your mother that you're doing something that's against the law... then you'll be dead.. that is, if my dad spares your life. You're lucky he let you get away the first time."
"Well, we could sneak out again.. no where far... your shed is roomy."
"Still, it's got a lock on it.. don't you think my dad'll be curious about me taking his keys out of his nightstand."
"Your dad keeps his keys in his nightstand?"
"Yup."
"Crap."
"Can't you go two months without .. it?"
"God, no. I love you, Lils. I need you."
"Sometimes, I think you use me for sex."
"Well... that is nice..."
"You're sick."
"Well if I did only want you for that then explain the past seventeen years."
""We were friends. Only friends, and you didn't know what sex was until you were twelve."
"Actually, I was seven."
"Ew."
"I'm a man, what do you expect?"
"HA! You.. a man.. Oken, it's hard to believe your a boy most of the time."
"Is that why you pull down my shorts? I thought it was cause you loved me."
"Nope, I was checking your gender."
"Oh." His face twists into a smirk over my neck. "But,... when we got together. The first three months we didn't do anything... bad."
"That was when you were trying to seduce me, remember?"
"It was fun."
"But it didn't work."
"What?"
"I only slept with you because I was mad at my mom."
"What?"
"That's why I came over your house. I wanted to make my own decisions. And... I figured we could both benefit off of that choice."
"I thought my plan worked... you didn't think I was sexy?"
"Oliver, you never were sexy. You asked me if I 'wanted to do it', it wasn't attractive. And how was that line going to make me want to sleep with you?"
"Well, I thought you'd get so annoyed that you'd give in to my deep voice and strong arms."
"Is that why you were talking funny?"
"Well I'm sorrrry for trying to turn you on."
I laugh lightly turning around to face him.
"So our first time was because of your mother? Not even because you were madly in love with me?"
"Nope, it was my mommy's fault."
"Remind me to thank her later."
"mkay." He kisses the tip of my nose and leans forward so that our foreheads are pressed together. I move my head different ways so that his eyes seem to slide up and down his face.
"Awww! See, I knew you guys could be a normal cute couple!" I turn to see Miley cooing at us.
"You need to go get drunk and hope some idiot tries to bang you. Then, you'll understand why it's funner to have your clothes off when you act all 'in love' and shit."
"Oliver, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." She acts touched and forcefully wraps her arms around him.
"Uhh..." Oliver groans and pats her hands so that she'll let him go.
"Ollie, why don't we hug or talk anymore?" She asks lightly.
"Because I got boobs."
"Ugh." Oliver leans back so that his head is resting on Miley's stomach. We sit uncomfortably on his front steps.
"But you've had them for like three years now.."
"Okay, since I let him play with my-"
"You're never going to let that go are you?"
"Nope." I poke his forehead.
"I got you a birthday present." Miley says randomly.
"That's why you're my best friend. You actually remember my birthday. Unlike some people who are obsessed with the fact that I like their breasts, but those people shall remain unnamed."
"Were you trying to insult me, or tell me that you've been checking out other girls?"
"I was trying to insult you."
"You people are weird." Miley laughs and starts playing with Oliver's hair. Her fingers brush back his brown locks soothingly. He looks like he's enjoying the feeling too much. His eyes shut and he rotates his head on her tummy so that his cheek rests on her shirt. I glare at Miley for a good three seconds before sliding my hand up from Oliver's leg to his inner thigh. His brows raise questioning me, though his eyelids are still closed. I start rubbing roughly up and down his thighs suggestively.
Miley tilts her head back and she doesn't seem to notice the bulge that's forming in his pants. "Soo.. What do you guys wanna do?" Boredom must of really came of her, her voice sounded suddenly exhausted.
"Bang Lilly 'till her brains ooze out."
"Ewww.." Miley says completely disgusted. Her eyes see what I'm doing to him. "Oh gosh," She slides out from under him. "can't you two go three seconds with.. touching each other?"
"We'll probably kill ourselves trying." I shrug, slipping my hand up his shirt.
"What about when you get to College? You won't be with each other all day, then at night you need to study or sleep.. in different dorms."
"Yeaaah.. I'll be sneaking in your window every night." Oliver tells me.
"Now you expect it every night? What happens when it's 'that time of the month'?"
"That's when your boobs come in handy." He smirks as my jaw drops. "They're very amusing."
"Hellllloooooo! I'm still right here!" Miley waves her hands at us.
"Oh yeah, could you leave soon? This is the last night before I'm not allowed to fool around with her anymore." Oliver says politely as possible.
"Fine." Miley sighs. "I'll call Jake. At least he cares that I exist."
"Because he wants to screw you!" Oliver calls as she jogs down the street.
"You know, I wouldn't have minded if she stayed. That would be fun."
"Why must you taunt me with those ideas?" Oliver whines.
"Because, I seriously would've. It could've been your birthday present.. oh well."
"Oh come on Lils, you're bluffing."
"Am I? Remember last year, when you didn't want to go to Miley's fourth of July party and people were still talking about it when we went back to school?"
"Yeah-"
"And you didn't know what they were talking about?"
"What does tha-"
"Me and Miley made out."
He opens his mouth like he's gunna say something, but he snaps it shut. I wait for a better reaction from the true story I finally told him. "You... and her... whaaaaat?"
"Are you jealous or something?"
"No. But... did any one record it or anything like that?"
"Nope."
"Shit." He curses under his breath. "could you do a repeat performance?"
"Nope."
"Pwease?"
"You're such a pop-tart."
"And you like my frosting."
"If that was a sexual reference, I didn't get it."
"I'll tell you when you're older."
"Speaking of getting older, when's your party?"
"Next Friday. It's not much of a party, just me and a few guys are getting a couple fake I.D.'s from Barry's brother."
"Can I come?"
"I don't think we have any female cards... And isn't your Dad taking you out to dinner? You know.. Graduation stuff?"
"I guess..."
"I'll ask them for an I.D. for you." He says noticing my sadness.
"Thank you, Ollie." I kiss his cheek lightly, followed by kisses all over his face.
"You wanna do it?" Oliver pretends to have a deep voice (yet again.)
"Way to kill the mood, Oken."
"Pwease?"
"mm... Later. I gotta do my laundry, and start dinner. Then, I'll come over your house."
"What if my parents are home?"
"Then you come over my house."
"Deal."
"Okay, see you later." I press my lips to his for a quick kiss.
"Love you." He whispers.
"You too."
I'm trying to give Oliver a personality. Tell me what you think. Review. Pwease?
