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Chapter 12: Returning To You
Chanse paced inside the lounge, trying to think of ways to talk to Oliver, but anything that came out of her mouth seemed wrong, in every way. "Oliver I know you probably didn't mean to hurt me..." Chanse started, "no I can't say that..." Chanse stopped pacing and thought of what she could day, "Oliver..."
*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*
Chanse slightly jumped at the sound of the grandfather clock chiming seven o'clock. 'An hour to go.' Chanse thought, unhappily, "Oliver the only reason why I agreed to talk to you is because...because...Oh hell," Chanse threw her hands in the air, and coming to a complete stop in her pacing, "I don't know!" Chanse shouted.
She didn't care if her last comment was loud...she was too frustrated to care if anyone heard. Chanse slowly slid her stiff fingers over her face, and onto her head, and leaving them to rest on top of it.
"You alright?" A voice asked.
Chanse jumped at the sound of the calm voice, and turned to find Brandon standing the entrance to the lounge. "Yeah I'm...I'm fine." Chanse walked over to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down, "What are you doing here?" Chanse asked, as she watched Brandon make his way towards the other end of the couch, Chanse was sitting on.
"Well just checking up on all of you to see how you all were doing after the game."
"Everyone's fine that I know of," Chanse smiled, "Is practice going to be like that all the time?"
"No," Brandon laughed, and the light of the fireplace caught his hazel eyes, making them seem to twinkle, "just on Saturdays." Brandon laughed again, making Chanse realize how his laugh was true.
Chanse laughed along, making a piece of hair fall in from of her face. She smiled as she slowly slid the hair behind her right ear. "What happened to you arm?" Brandon gasped, as he pointed at the enormous bruise of Chanse's elbow.
"Quidditch." Chanse smirked, "you saw me...I don't play with pads."
Brandon slowly slid his hand across the sofa and softly pulled Chanse's left arm out and turned it to the left and then the right, examining every inch of her arm. "Tell me if I hurt you." Brandon whispered as he started to examine the right one.
"Ok." Chanse whispered.
When he was done looking over her arms, he didn't let go off her right arm, at first. He looked deep into Chanse's green eyes, and began to run his fingertips over Chanse's skin, sending a shiver all over Chanse's body.
"You're cold." Brandon whispered, as he stood up, releasing Chanse's arm.
"No I'm not." Chanse laughed, as she rubbed her arms, trying to make the goose bumps disappear.
"You just shivered," Brandon pointed at Chanse's arm, "and you have good bumps...You don't just get goose bumps from nothing."
Chanse tried to think of a good excuse of why she had gotten goose bumps, but she couldn't think of one. She couldn't just say that she had gotten them because the way he was stroking her arm made her feeling weird inside.
"Stand up." Brandon instructed.
"Why?" Chanse laughed, as she slowly stood up, not taking her eyes of Brandon's twinkling hazel eyes.
"Just do it." Brandon laughed.
Chanse finally was standing up complete straight, when she felt Brandon place his hands on her shoulder and slowly turned her around. "What are you doing, Brandon?" Chanse laughed, as she tried to think of why Brandon had turned her around.
Chanse started to tap her toe, up and down, inside her shoe, while she bit the inside of her bottom lip, which she only did was she was either thinking or waiting for something and someone. Finally her question had been answered.
Brandon slid a cloak onto Chanse's shoulders and then slowly turned her around. Chanse looked in astonishment, at the cloak, "I can't wear this." Chanse started to take it off.
"It's quiet alright; it's the chivalrous thing to do."
"But I can't wear your Quidditch cloak." Chanse tried to take off the cloak, but was unsuccessful.
"Sure you can." Brandon smiled.
"Alright," Chanse sighed in defeat, as she sat back down on the couch, "but as soon as one of us leaves I'm giving it back to you."
"It's alright," Brandon smirked, "return it to me whenever you want."
Chanse opened her mouth to say something back, but she looked deep in Brandon's eyes and saw that no matter how hard she tried she just wasn't going to win. She accepted her defeat and closed her mouth, making Brandon snicker at her.
"What's so funny?" Chanse gasped.
"You."
"What'd I do?"
"You just...You just were yourself." He smiled, "That's what I like about you...no matter what you're always yourself, towards anyone and under any circumstances too."
"I try." Chanse shrugged and then laughed.
There was an awkward silence between the two, only with the fire roaring was there noise inside the tiny lounge, until Chanse spoke, "In my generation giving a girl your Quidditch cloak means you're going out with her." Chanse smirked.
"Your generation? How old do you think I am?" Brandon scoffed.
"I don't know...Mid twenties...tops."
"Mid twenties?!" Brandon gasped in disgusted, "I turn twenty in the summer!"
"How can you be captain and be turning twenty in the summer?"
"Because all the first-strings last year either retired, or transferred teams, making all the Reserves the first-string players. Then Puddlemere got some new Reserves but we still need to fill the Reserve spots of Reserve Keeper, Seeker, one Beater, and one Chaser."
"Oh." Chanse slightly laughed and then looked into the fire.
Brandon stared at Chanse as the image of the flames, from the fireplace, danced in her green eyes, and her hair fell softly around her face.
"What?!" Chanse screeched, as she quickly caught Brandon staring at her out of the corner of her eye, "What are you staring at?"
"Um...nothing." Brandon gasped, as he quickly turned away.
"Come on," Chanse turned to face Brandon, and sat cross-legged on the couch, "tell me."
"It was nothing."
"Please?" Chanse smiled, as she asked in a sort-of baby voice.
"Alright," Brandon sighed, "I was just staring at how beautiful you look."
Chanse felt her mouth slowly drop open, and she sat there in awe of what Brandon said, 'Brandon Rosedale just said I was beautiful?' Chanse thought, 'He's one of the most sought after Quidditch captains, in the league...he probably IS the most sought after!'
"Chanse you alright?" Brandon laughed.
"Yeah I'm...fine." Chanse laughed back.
"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Brandon sighed.
"Oh no," Chanse shook out of her daze, and laughed, "trust me I've had worse experiences then this one...trust me."
"Alright then." Brandon smiled.
Chanse looked down at her hands, and watched as her thumbs twirled around each other, as her and Brandon sat in an awkward silence. They both searched their minds trying to figure out what to say to break the silence but each one same to a complete blank.
"Chanse?" A voice asked, from behind.
Chanse turned around, quickly, and noticed Oliver standing in the entrance to the lounge, with his arms crossed around his waist.
"Hi Oliver." Chanse smiled, without thinking.
"Hello Oliver." Brandon nodded.
"Brandon." Oliver coldly said, "Why are you wearing Brandon's Quidditch cloak?"
"Because..." Chanse started but quickly Brandon interjected.
"Because she was cold so I'm letting her wear it."
"I didn't ask you." Oliver whispered under his breath.
"Oliver can I talk to you?" Chanse asked.
"I thought that was the whole point of asking me to your room today?" Oliver smirked.
Chanse looked back at Brandon, who had a curious look across his face, and then Chanse looked back at Oliver, "It was."
"I was just leaving." Brandon smiled, and stood up.
"Oh it's alright, Brandon," Chanse smiled, as she stood up next to him, "I was going to talk to Oliver in my room."
"O...k." Brandon became very confused by Chanse's comment.
"I'll talk to you later tonight, unless you have something to do?" Brandon shook his head no, and Chanse leaned forward to Brandon's ear and whispered, "Ok what I have to tell Oliver won't take long, so you can just wait here, if you want, and if it takes longer then thirty minutes just leave."
"Alright." Brandon whispered.
Chanse pulled away from Brandon and smiled, and then turned to Oliver, "Shall we?" She asked, as she walked to Oliver.
"You lead the way." Oliver signaled Chanse towards the stairs.
She nodded her head, and walked up the stairs, with Oliver right behind her. They walked down the hallway to Chanse and Jonathan's room.
*KNOCK*KNOCK*
"Jonathan you there?" Chanse asked.
No response...
"Come on in," Chanse opened the door, "Jonathan must have left."
Oliver followed behind Chanse, until he was in the middle of the room, where he stopped walking, and Chanse walked into her closet.
A few moments later Chanse came walking out holding Oliver's Quidditch cloak. "What's that for?" Oliver asked nervously.
Chanse didn't say a thing to Oliver...she didn't need to. Her eyes spoke every word she wanted to say, but her mouth couldn't tell them.
She softly held the cloak out to Oliver, for him to take it. "I gave this to you." Oliver gasped.
"Please take it." Chanse whispered, as her eyes slowly filled with tears. 'You can't let him see you cry.' A voice inside Chanse's head sternly spoke. 'You can't.'
"This is yours." Oliver pushed the cloak back to Chanse.
"I don't want it anymore." Chanse pushed the cloak back into Oliver.
"But Chanse..." Oliver's voice trailed off.
"Please Oliver," Chanse felt her eyes filling with tears, "don't make this harder for me then it already is."
Chanse looked down at the ground, knowing that if she looked into Oliver's brown eyes that she would cry.
"Is this what you want Chanse?" Oliver asked in terror, "Do you want me out of your life? Do you want nothing to do with me?" Oliver gasped, "Do you want me gone for good?"
Chanse cringed at Oliver's words. She didn't know what to say, but she knew that if she said, even the slightest thing to him, that she would breakdown and cry, and scream at him.
She slowly raised her head up, and her glistening green eyes met Oliver's brown eyes...she nodded her head.
Oliver's head moved back a little, as his heart broke into a thousand pieces. He softly closed his eyes, and nodded his head once, and opened the door, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Chanse stared at the door, as the tears from her eyes quickly streamed down her face. 'He deserves it' a voice in Chanse's head whispered. 'He deserves everything he gets.'
She slowly shuffled her feet over to the side of her bed, and sat on the edge of it. She stared out the window, in a trance, with all different kinds of feelings rushing through her body. She wanted to cry, scream, she wanted to do something besides sit there.
Oliver's words repeated, over and over, inside Chanse's head, 'Do you want me gone for good?' The more the words repeated the harder Chanse's tears rolled down her face.
She finally broke down and couldn't deal with it anymore; she fell back onto her bed, and cried.
Chapter 12: Returning To You
Chanse paced inside the lounge, trying to think of ways to talk to Oliver, but anything that came out of her mouth seemed wrong, in every way. "Oliver I know you probably didn't mean to hurt me..." Chanse started, "no I can't say that..." Chanse stopped pacing and thought of what she could day, "Oliver..."
*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*DONG*
Chanse slightly jumped at the sound of the grandfather clock chiming seven o'clock. 'An hour to go.' Chanse thought, unhappily, "Oliver the only reason why I agreed to talk to you is because...because...Oh hell," Chanse threw her hands in the air, and coming to a complete stop in her pacing, "I don't know!" Chanse shouted.
She didn't care if her last comment was loud...she was too frustrated to care if anyone heard. Chanse slowly slid her stiff fingers over her face, and onto her head, and leaving them to rest on top of it.
"You alright?" A voice asked.
Chanse jumped at the sound of the calm voice, and turned to find Brandon standing the entrance to the lounge. "Yeah I'm...I'm fine." Chanse walked over to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down, "What are you doing here?" Chanse asked, as she watched Brandon make his way towards the other end of the couch, Chanse was sitting on.
"Well just checking up on all of you to see how you all were doing after the game."
"Everyone's fine that I know of," Chanse smiled, "Is practice going to be like that all the time?"
"No," Brandon laughed, and the light of the fireplace caught his hazel eyes, making them seem to twinkle, "just on Saturdays." Brandon laughed again, making Chanse realize how his laugh was true.
Chanse laughed along, making a piece of hair fall in from of her face. She smiled as she slowly slid the hair behind her right ear. "What happened to you arm?" Brandon gasped, as he pointed at the enormous bruise of Chanse's elbow.
"Quidditch." Chanse smirked, "you saw me...I don't play with pads."
Brandon slowly slid his hand across the sofa and softly pulled Chanse's left arm out and turned it to the left and then the right, examining every inch of her arm. "Tell me if I hurt you." Brandon whispered as he started to examine the right one.
"Ok." Chanse whispered.
When he was done looking over her arms, he didn't let go off her right arm, at first. He looked deep into Chanse's green eyes, and began to run his fingertips over Chanse's skin, sending a shiver all over Chanse's body.
"You're cold." Brandon whispered, as he stood up, releasing Chanse's arm.
"No I'm not." Chanse laughed, as she rubbed her arms, trying to make the goose bumps disappear.
"You just shivered," Brandon pointed at Chanse's arm, "and you have good bumps...You don't just get goose bumps from nothing."
Chanse tried to think of a good excuse of why she had gotten goose bumps, but she couldn't think of one. She couldn't just say that she had gotten them because the way he was stroking her arm made her feeling weird inside.
"Stand up." Brandon instructed.
"Why?" Chanse laughed, as she slowly stood up, not taking her eyes of Brandon's twinkling hazel eyes.
"Just do it." Brandon laughed.
Chanse finally was standing up complete straight, when she felt Brandon place his hands on her shoulder and slowly turned her around. "What are you doing, Brandon?" Chanse laughed, as she tried to think of why Brandon had turned her around.
Chanse started to tap her toe, up and down, inside her shoe, while she bit the inside of her bottom lip, which she only did was she was either thinking or waiting for something and someone. Finally her question had been answered.
Brandon slid a cloak onto Chanse's shoulders and then slowly turned her around. Chanse looked in astonishment, at the cloak, "I can't wear this." Chanse started to take it off.
"It's quiet alright; it's the chivalrous thing to do."
"But I can't wear your Quidditch cloak." Chanse tried to take off the cloak, but was unsuccessful.
"Sure you can." Brandon smiled.
"Alright," Chanse sighed in defeat, as she sat back down on the couch, "but as soon as one of us leaves I'm giving it back to you."
"It's alright," Brandon smirked, "return it to me whenever you want."
Chanse opened her mouth to say something back, but she looked deep in Brandon's eyes and saw that no matter how hard she tried she just wasn't going to win. She accepted her defeat and closed her mouth, making Brandon snicker at her.
"What's so funny?" Chanse gasped.
"You."
"What'd I do?"
"You just...You just were yourself." He smiled, "That's what I like about you...no matter what you're always yourself, towards anyone and under any circumstances too."
"I try." Chanse shrugged and then laughed.
There was an awkward silence between the two, only with the fire roaring was there noise inside the tiny lounge, until Chanse spoke, "In my generation giving a girl your Quidditch cloak means you're going out with her." Chanse smirked.
"Your generation? How old do you think I am?" Brandon scoffed.
"I don't know...Mid twenties...tops."
"Mid twenties?!" Brandon gasped in disgusted, "I turn twenty in the summer!"
"How can you be captain and be turning twenty in the summer?"
"Because all the first-strings last year either retired, or transferred teams, making all the Reserves the first-string players. Then Puddlemere got some new Reserves but we still need to fill the Reserve spots of Reserve Keeper, Seeker, one Beater, and one Chaser."
"Oh." Chanse slightly laughed and then looked into the fire.
Brandon stared at Chanse as the image of the flames, from the fireplace, danced in her green eyes, and her hair fell softly around her face.
"What?!" Chanse screeched, as she quickly caught Brandon staring at her out of the corner of her eye, "What are you staring at?"
"Um...nothing." Brandon gasped, as he quickly turned away.
"Come on," Chanse turned to face Brandon, and sat cross-legged on the couch, "tell me."
"It was nothing."
"Please?" Chanse smiled, as she asked in a sort-of baby voice.
"Alright," Brandon sighed, "I was just staring at how beautiful you look."
Chanse felt her mouth slowly drop open, and she sat there in awe of what Brandon said, 'Brandon Rosedale just said I was beautiful?' Chanse thought, 'He's one of the most sought after Quidditch captains, in the league...he probably IS the most sought after!'
"Chanse you alright?" Brandon laughed.
"Yeah I'm...fine." Chanse laughed back.
"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Brandon sighed.
"Oh no," Chanse shook out of her daze, and laughed, "trust me I've had worse experiences then this one...trust me."
"Alright then." Brandon smiled.
Chanse looked down at her hands, and watched as her thumbs twirled around each other, as her and Brandon sat in an awkward silence. They both searched their minds trying to figure out what to say to break the silence but each one same to a complete blank.
"Chanse?" A voice asked, from behind.
Chanse turned around, quickly, and noticed Oliver standing in the entrance to the lounge, with his arms crossed around his waist.
"Hi Oliver." Chanse smiled, without thinking.
"Hello Oliver." Brandon nodded.
"Brandon." Oliver coldly said, "Why are you wearing Brandon's Quidditch cloak?"
"Because..." Chanse started but quickly Brandon interjected.
"Because she was cold so I'm letting her wear it."
"I didn't ask you." Oliver whispered under his breath.
"Oliver can I talk to you?" Chanse asked.
"I thought that was the whole point of asking me to your room today?" Oliver smirked.
Chanse looked back at Brandon, who had a curious look across his face, and then Chanse looked back at Oliver, "It was."
"I was just leaving." Brandon smiled, and stood up.
"Oh it's alright, Brandon," Chanse smiled, as she stood up next to him, "I was going to talk to Oliver in my room."
"O...k." Brandon became very confused by Chanse's comment.
"I'll talk to you later tonight, unless you have something to do?" Brandon shook his head no, and Chanse leaned forward to Brandon's ear and whispered, "Ok what I have to tell Oliver won't take long, so you can just wait here, if you want, and if it takes longer then thirty minutes just leave."
"Alright." Brandon whispered.
Chanse pulled away from Brandon and smiled, and then turned to Oliver, "Shall we?" She asked, as she walked to Oliver.
"You lead the way." Oliver signaled Chanse towards the stairs.
She nodded her head, and walked up the stairs, with Oliver right behind her. They walked down the hallway to Chanse and Jonathan's room.
*KNOCK*KNOCK*
"Jonathan you there?" Chanse asked.
No response...
"Come on in," Chanse opened the door, "Jonathan must have left."
Oliver followed behind Chanse, until he was in the middle of the room, where he stopped walking, and Chanse walked into her closet.
A few moments later Chanse came walking out holding Oliver's Quidditch cloak. "What's that for?" Oliver asked nervously.
Chanse didn't say a thing to Oliver...she didn't need to. Her eyes spoke every word she wanted to say, but her mouth couldn't tell them.
She softly held the cloak out to Oliver, for him to take it. "I gave this to you." Oliver gasped.
"Please take it." Chanse whispered, as her eyes slowly filled with tears. 'You can't let him see you cry.' A voice inside Chanse's head sternly spoke. 'You can't.'
"This is yours." Oliver pushed the cloak back to Chanse.
"I don't want it anymore." Chanse pushed the cloak back into Oliver.
"But Chanse..." Oliver's voice trailed off.
"Please Oliver," Chanse felt her eyes filling with tears, "don't make this harder for me then it already is."
Chanse looked down at the ground, knowing that if she looked into Oliver's brown eyes that she would cry.
"Is this what you want Chanse?" Oliver asked in terror, "Do you want me out of your life? Do you want nothing to do with me?" Oliver gasped, "Do you want me gone for good?"
Chanse cringed at Oliver's words. She didn't know what to say, but she knew that if she said, even the slightest thing to him, that she would breakdown and cry, and scream at him.
She slowly raised her head up, and her glistening green eyes met Oliver's brown eyes...she nodded her head.
Oliver's head moved back a little, as his heart broke into a thousand pieces. He softly closed his eyes, and nodded his head once, and opened the door, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Chanse stared at the door, as the tears from her eyes quickly streamed down her face. 'He deserves it' a voice in Chanse's head whispered. 'He deserves everything he gets.'
She slowly shuffled her feet over to the side of her bed, and sat on the edge of it. She stared out the window, in a trance, with all different kinds of feelings rushing through her body. She wanted to cry, scream, she wanted to do something besides sit there.
Oliver's words repeated, over and over, inside Chanse's head, 'Do you want me gone for good?' The more the words repeated the harder Chanse's tears rolled down her face.
She finally broke down and couldn't deal with it anymore; she fell back onto her bed, and cried.