so here i am, back from awesomely awesome london,getting ready to face every kids nightmare...yep...school.

anyway, im not ending this story yet, cause, i dont want to...

so here you are, chappie 9.

ps- thanks for all the birthday wishes. much appreciated. D


Chapter 9: A Talk With Voldy

Oliver's POV:

I yelled at her. I couldn't help it. I mean come on she was being ridiculous! How could she not know?

Just then David entered Lilly's room. What impeccable timing, I thought to myself. He saved me from a very awkward situation.

He told Lilly that her dad wanted to see her. And then suddenly spotting me he added that it was a bit too late for Lilly to have any visitors.

Pssh.

He then hugged me. Or as Lilly likes to call it 'man-hugged'.

I saw her roll her eyes, mutter something, and then leave her room.

I shuddered.

I was left alone with Voldemort himself, and I didn't even have a wand to help me …

Forget the Queen God,save me!

General POV:

"Oken, my man.", David enthusiastically greeted, loud enough for Lilly to hear.

"Yeah, hey David.", Oliver said, struggling to pry away from David's well built, manly, muscular arms.

Once completely sure that Lilly was not anywhere nearby, David let go of Oliver and glared at him.

He pulled Lilly's chair towards him, and sat on it.

He was silent for a few minutes, looking around him, inspecting every inch of his little sister's room.

Oliver was restless. Uncomfortable even. And the quietness wasn't exactly helping.

He had taken a sudden interest in his shoes, looking at them intently.

David looked up. He cleared his throat.

"Are you planning on asking her out?", he questioned, in a very soft yet firm voice, filled with authority and a 'don't mess with me unless you want your ass kicked all the way from here to Budapest' type of confidence.

Oliver seemed startled by his question. He was expecting something along the lines of ' hurt her and I will hurt you so hard, you won't be able to reproduce '. But this he wasn't expecting. Not from David.

"I-I was p-planning to. But now I'm having second thoughts."

"Second thoughts? What? Isn't my sister good enough for you Oken?", David said, clearly pissed.

Oliver's eyes widened. This wasn't what he thought at all. Infact, he was contemplating whether he was good enough for her.

"Whoa. Dude, it's not like that. I love her."

"Then what's the problem? I mean normally I would have totally appreciated a boy backing off, but I've known you since like, forever, and I know you won't do anything to hurt her and shit. So I feel compelled to ask you, what's the problem?"

"She started crying, just cause we kissed. What do you think is gonna happen if I ask her out?"

David sighed. This was getting stupid. "Oi, she was just in shock. She's had time to mull things over, hasn't she? She loves you Oken, she friggin Loves.You. Do you comprehend?"

Oliver ran a hand through his brown locks. "I-I guess."

"Good. Do it. And trust me, it's all going to work out." And with that, David left the room, leaving Oliver alone to think.

Oliver's POV:

So here I am, all alone, left to think about what I might or might not do, left to think about the consequences of my future actions…

Still no Lilly.

Why is she taking so long? What did her dad want anyway? Ahhhh, Lillian wherefore art thou??

Why, oh why, have I gone all Shakespeare-y?

I sighed to myself. I make bad company. I feel for my friends…

I sat myself down on her bed, and looked around. My eyes roamed about, seeing but not really registering. Until my eyes landed on a picture that was beautifully framed and hung on the wall opposite me.

I got up and walked over to said picture.

And all of a sudden I knew what I had to do…

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