Len's POV
I feel a bright light over my eye lids. It must be the morning. But the light was not the only thing I could feel. I open my eyes and look down. Oliver has burrowed into my arms with the side of his face up against my chest. He was fast asleep. My face heat up instantly. 'Did he do this on purpose?' I thought while staring at Oliver. Well, I can't deny my own feelings for him. I do hope it is not a worry when I plan on telling him how I feel for him tonight. Would it be a good time to tell him? Will there be too many people? I started panicking in my head. My eyes darted in different parts of the room with all of the thoughts and regrets coming to my head. My eyes lingered towards Oliver once more. I started to feel more relaxed just at the sight of him. I tighten my arms around him and cuddled into him deeper. I can feel myself losing all of the worries and regrets.
I start to feel fluttering of Oliver's eye lids on my chest. He must be waking up. He started to situate himself slightly, then he slid his arms under mine to wrap his arms around me. I start to smile unknowingly. I move my head for the side of my face to rest on the top of his head. This felt amazing. I have never been so absorbed in someone else's scent and warmth. I just hope we don't move anytime soon.
I open my eyes again to see Oliver the same as he was when I closed my eyes. I look at the clock in front of me and saw that it was 11:00 a.m. "Aw man" I whispered. I gently remove Oliver's arms from around my torso. I get up and out of the room quickly and quietly. I didn't want to wake Oliver so I let him sleep. I forgot that I was going to help my mother and the butler prepare for the farewell party. I run down the stairs to see my mother blowing up balloons. She seemed to be having trouble. "Good morning mom." I said with a smile. She stopped struggling with the balloon. "Oh! Hello dear, is Oliver still asleep?" She asked out of breath from trying to blow up the balloon. "Like a baby." I replied with a chuckle. "Mom, you know you have asthma, you should have asked me to help you with the balloons." I said taking the balloon from her hand and started to blow the rest of the air inside. "Oh, yes, but I thought I could this time." She said with a chuckle. "I will go buy more decorations. The butler is working on the food in the kitchen. Oh! I almost forgot. When Oliver wakes up, I want you to go to the suit shop with Oliver and find something that might fit him. I will meet you boys there once I finish shopping!" She yelled walking out the door. "Okay! Bye!" I tried to yell but I don't think she could hear me. I continue blowing up more balloons.
I start to hear soft sounding footsteps on the stairs. It was Oliver. He put a hand to his mouth and let out a yawn. My heart rate started to quicken from the endearing sight. I accidentally let go of the half filled balloon and it left my mouth and went into the air. Oliver saw this and started to laugh. I started laughing as well. And soon enough we were both in a laughing fit and we couldn't stop.
"I hear laughing! But whatever for?" The butler said entering the main room with a whisk in his hand. My laughter started to die down, but Oliver went completely silent. He was looking at the butler in horror. He stepped back a few paces. "What seems to be the matter Oliver?" The butler asked stepping closer into the room. Oliver started backing up to the middle of the stair case. "Oliver? What's wrong?" I asked. Did the butler do something to him last night? Why was he afraid of him all of a sudden? The butler was walking closer to Oliver and that is when Oliver sprinted up the staircase and back into my bedroom. He slammed the door shut. I look at the butler. "What did you do to him?" I asked. My face started to well up with anger.
"I did nothing of the sort, Len, I swear!" He said starting to look worried. "Don't you forget, the boy is troubled." He said with a slight smirk. The second I heard those words the second I took it out on him. "He is not troubled! He is not mad! What are you saying?! I don't know what you did to him but I am going to find out!" I yelled. I start running up the stairs and into my room. "Oliver?" I said softly entering the room. I saw him buried under the bed sheets. I go to sit next to him. "Oliver what did he do to you?" I asked. Oliver sat up removing the sheets. He looked very frightened. "He didn't do anything to me." Oliver said trying to avoid eye contact.
"Well, he must have done something." I say looking worried. "Well, I was walking back to your room when I started to hear a voice speaking a language I could not make out. Then I found the room it was coming from. The butler was in there on his knees speaking. He looked at me and-and one of his eyes were glowing red. I think I was just seeing things though. There is no way it could be..." Oliver said not finishing his sentence. "The...demon?" I said attempting to finish his sentence. All Oliver could do was nod slowly. "Well I just figured out how much he is a ninny." I said looking at him. He lifted his head. "What do you mean?" Oliver asked. "He referred to you as a "troubled" person. Lets no longer talk to him. I will tell my mother about how he was acting."
I can tell what I said helped Oliver. He started to look more relaxed. "It was probably nothing anyway. Plus, if my mother fires him, he can't bother you." I said smiling. Oliver's cheeks went a tint pink. Then he smiled. "Yeah, I guess your right. There is no way the butler could be a demon." He said. At that point I couldn't help but hug him. I wrapped my arms around his waist gently resting my head on his shoulder. Oliver nuzzled his nose into my neck as well and placed his hands on my shoulders.
I guess telling Oliver how I feel tonight won't be too hard. Oliver seems to be enjoying the affection I give him. I have to tell him. Because there could be a chance of him saying yes, and I can't last another day with these feelings bottled up. It's really hard to pull back certain affection. I then realized what my mother said. I need to bring Oliver to the suit shop. Unfortunately I had to pull away from the embrace. "Sorry Oliver, I forgot I had to bring you to the suit shop to see what fits." I said looking apologetic. "Oh, it is alright, the suit shop sounds like fun!" Oliver said smiling while getting up off the bed and out of the room with me. We head out of the house and head over to the shop.
After the boring shopping trip cuz I'm lazy..-
The main room in the big house looked amazingly decorated. I smile while gazing at the interior. Oliver was sitting on one of the couches with his nose buried in a book. He looked amazing with his slim tailcoat suit. I was wearing a Tuxedo with a blood red tie. I always did ask my mother why we host such formal parties. She always answers with "Sets a nice mood to the house" or "It is nice to be formal from time to time." Because of such a mansion like house, we never dare have casual celebrations. I replaced the bandage around Oliver's face with an eye patch. I was surprised to see so many different designs of eye patches at the store. Oliver chose a dark red eye patch with black lacing over it.
I saw my mother walking into the main room with a formal dark violet dress that went down to her knees. I just remembered that I have to tell her about the butler. "Mom? I forgot to ask you, if you could do something about the butler." I said. Her face went from ecstasy to confusion. "What do you mean? What did he do?" She asked. "He called Oliver a troubled boy! Downright mad! I want you to get rid of him." I said starting to get mad thinking back to what he said. "He said that?!" My mother started to look as mad as I did. I saw Oliver looking over in confusion. "Hold on." She said before she walked out of the room fuming. My mother always did take things far. But who was I to complain. I go to sit next to Oliver reading the book. I try to look at the words in the book to figure out which one it is. "Oh! You like fairy tales?" He was reading my favorite collection of tales. "I have always admired them." He said looking up at me with a smile.
The door bell rang and I saw my mother walk into the main room practically jumping up and down. She went over to the front door and opened it. There were a group of people looking just as happy as she did. She went to go hug the group of people. "Wow, that is a lot of people." Oliver said standing up to see all of the people coming in the house in awe. "Trust me, Oliver, there are going to be much more where that came from." I said watching as more cars parked in our large drive-way. There were many people I did not know. People had kids come over as well. Mostly peers. I got forced to meet new people as my mother paid close attention to my manners to her co-workers. She was not at all worried about Oliver though. In Britain culture, manners were a big thing to teach kids.
I looked over at Oliver at how polite he was being with people. How does he do it? It is just one of the many things I like about him. But I can't help but worry that his charm would please many of the girls in this party. He started to look like he was looking for someone. He turned around. "There you are! I thought you got lost in the crowd." Oliver said with a chuckle. "I honestly don't know how you can be so polite to-" "Hi Len!" A girl interrupted me. "Uh, do I know you?" I asked trying to sound as polite as I could. "Oh is that the boy Oliver you were talking about at school? He is so cute!" She said trying to push past me to get a hold of Oliver. I started to see more people crowding around Oliver. I started to hear "awe's" in the crowd. I tried to push past people to get Oliver. I saw him and he looked very flustered and overwhelmed. At this I moved faster and grabbed his wrist and speed walked out of the crowd.
I led Oliver out of the house and out the back door to the back yard. I let go of his wrist and let him sit down on the soft grass. I sat next to him. "Sorry about that Oliver, I didn't know that there would be so many people. Especially teenage girls. I said putting a hand behind my head in embarrassment. "It's alright, I knew that was going to happen at some point. It used to happen all the time when I was little at parties." He said looking out into the river. It looked very pretty with the moonlight shining over it. But, not as much as Oliver. I watched him as he gazed at the river.
He looked over to me but before I even knew it, I was leaning in towards his face. I didn't even tell him how I feel, but at this point it was too late. I pressed my lips up against his. They were so soft and warm. Oliver didn't seem to mind luckily. Oliver shifted closer to me. Which made the kiss deepen slightly. I wrap my arms around his torso as he coiled his arms around my neck. I have never felt so filled with joy in my life. The boy I have admired ever since I found him on the shelf likes me back. After what felt like an eternity, we broke away from the kiss. I started to feel a tint of loneliness on my lips. But not the rest of me. We were still in an embrace staring into each other's gaze. "I feel the same way." Oliver whispered. Then he smiled.
Don't worry, this isn't the end. I didn't know if the title made it sound like the last chapter or something, but, nope. ~(˘▾˘~)