Chapter 10: Her Bedroom
Charlie Scene makes a decision after given the choice to follow Olivia to her bedroom.
**Charlie Scene's POV**
When I get to her house I walk up the porch steps and ring the doorbell.
She opens the big door and smiles, "I really hope you have some good news for me?" she opens the door and I walk in.
"Pack whatever you need," I say.
"Really!?" She looks at me.
"Mmhmm!"
She runs to hug me. "Oh my god, thank you sooo much,"
"You're welcome, I'm in debt to you, after all," I laugh and she does too.
"I won't take long," she goes to a stairway leading up, "I've been packing off and on all day today, now I just know where I've been packing to go"
"Okay," I nod going to sit on the couch, where I kissed her earlier.
"You can wait down here," she says "Unless you wanna come with" she says and it's more of a question. I am actually going to decline this when I realize it's her bedroom, when I see she has different intentions than I was thinking, I could tell she was thinking nothing close to what I was thinking. And actually I am curious to see what her room looks like. I get up and go to the stair case and she grabs my hand. Then she leads me upstairs.
I'm sitting on her bed while she's packing and man! Her room is a lot different than I expected it to be. Instead of her walls being pink, they're all black, like my walls. She has lots of posters and pictures of bands and lead singers on her walls. And a nice looking acoustic guitar in the corner on a stand.
"Nice guitar," I say.
She looks behind her from her packing, "Thanks, it was a gift from my aunt,"
"You're welcome, do you play?"
"Yeah, a bit," she puts a shirt in her bag.
"Well I must say I am quite the guitar player as well," I roll my eyes.
"Really?" she looks at me with her head tilted.
"Yeah, so do you write your own songs too?" I ask.
"Are you saying 'too' in the sense asking me if I write, or that you write your own songs?" she asks.
"Both?"
"Yes. I do write my own songs, what about you?"
"Yes, I'm in a band,"
"Really? You gone big yet?"
"You could say that, I don't like to brag" I give a crooked smile, making her laugh.
"So where am I going to be staying at?"
"There's an extra room across the hall from mine, even though my room is downstairs, if you want it it's yours," I say.
"Well I'd be honored," she says cutely.
"Sweet!" I say.
"Why are you so excited?" she sits down beside me and laughs.
"Because I want to get to know you Olivia, I mean I really want to get to know you," I whisper the last part in her ear.
"I get what you're saying Jordon, but I do need to finish packing," she smirks and gets up.
"Are you mocking me?" I ask.
"I don't know, am I?" she definitely is. She walks over and puts the bag that she was packing onto the floor, and comes over to me.
"Hi," she says inching closer to my face, I got the hint immediately, put my arms around her waist, and pulled her up on top of me.
"Hey," I kissed her neck.
She gasps at this, "Sorry, is this too much too fast?" I ask her.
"No I jus-"
She is cut off by my cell phone ringing, I pull it out of my pocket and look at the screen.
"It's Johnny," I tell her.
"Answer it," I do and put it on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Hey man the pizza's here, and if you want any you better hurry!" Johnny says.
"Okay, well Olivia's still working on packing," I lied.
"Okay then you might wanna stop and get your own food,"
"Okay dude, thanks,"
"No problem," Johnny says.
"Bye,"
"Will do," Johnny hangs up.
"So do you wanna um- continue this," I ask the beautiful woman that just so happens to be on top of me.
She rolls over, "No bitch I want some pizza," calling me a bitch jokingly she laughs.
"Bitch?" I say.
"I'm pretty sure that's what I said," she rolls her eyes at me.
"Well this bitch got the keys," I laugh and point to myself.
"Fuck! Never mind, did I tell you how much I love you?"
"Ha-ha, I thought you might say that, you really want some pizza don't you?"
"Sure, I was just kidding with you when I called you a bitch, it's a friend thing, I guess," she explains rolling her eyes.
"I know, it's cool, you can call me whatever you want, but that's not until later tonight," I say jokingly, but seriously.
"Ohh my god!" she slaps my leg playfully, laughing, getting the hint I was only kidding with her.
"I just said we'll get to that later!" I laugh.
She walks over to a dresser with a mirror and grabs her purse and her keys.
"Okay, come on then, do you have everything?"
"Everything I'll need for now, I can pick my other stuff up later, but could you grab me backpack?" motions to the head of the bed.
"Yeah," I grab it and sling the a strap over one shoulder.
"Thanks," she picks up the purple duffle bag and a little rolling bag, a walks out of her room into the hallway. I flip the light switch and close the door.
We walk down stairs and make sure all the lights are off and all the doors and windows are locked, which they are, she grabs her house keys and purse, locks the front door, and now, we're going back to my place.