Disclaimers Note: See first chapter, I can't be bothered to re-post it.
* * * * *Oliver's POV* * * * *
"Enrique, stop that." I tell him. Yes, I know this is a true Kodak moment, Johnny and Robert all snuggly and cozy, but still! Robert'll give you extra training for that and Johnny'll throw a fit! I can see it all now. Robert will be all red-faced with embarrassment and anger, and Johnny – well, he'll probably be looking exactly the same. And then. . .
"Say, Oliver, how about after I finish collecting my blackmail material, we go out and - "
Lord, no. He's hitting on me again.
"FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU BAKA, THE ANSWER IS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Hey, I actually managed to say that without any swear words. Go me.
"But Oliver - "
He still doesn't get it, does he? Nope, didn't think so either.
"Enrique, listen closely. I AIN'T INTERESTED!!! Or do you not know how to spell that?"
I think I'm starting to get through to him now. He's beginning to look scared. He knows that whenever I sound this calm for the majority of a sentence, and so cold, that I am MAJORLY ticked. Looks like he's not as dumb as previously thought.
"Okay." Gosh, he sounds kinda nervous. Maybe I was too hard on him.
Enrique and I are just friends. Nothing more. Or at least, that's how it is over on my end. Over on Enrique's end, it's a different story. But sheesh, you'd think he'd get the idea and stop flirting! Yes Enrique, I know I look like a girl. Ever wonder why I don't go outside much? Guys flirt with me, girls ask me for fashion advice, and then, the moment I open my mouth and actually say something, everyone looks at me funny because I have a guys voice (that's one thing I can be thankful of).
Gods, what is that noise? Oh, it's just Enrique snapping even more pictures of Johnny and Robert – for blackmailing purposes, of course. And to really rub salt in the wound, he's using Johnny's Polaroid camera to do the job.
Gotta admit. . . I feel sorry for them. No telling what Enrique is going to use it for. Maybe he'll finally humble Johnny with it.
Johnny is notorious for his lack of humbleness. And he knows it, too. As much as Johnny is a good friend of mine, it would be hilarious to see him finally all meek and the like.
Still, it's nice to know that Johnny and Robert finally got together. Sure, I had to do a bit of matchmaking, but they still got together.
Lucky me, I'm the conscience of our group. Everyone tells me all their little secrets, and I help them with it, sometimes playing matchmaker (as was the case here).
In case you're wondering what I'm talking about, I read a magazine article once on best friends and the different types of friends that everyone needed. Sure, our little group is lacking in 2 of the types of friends – there was a total of seven, and we only had five – but hey, at least we had five.
In our group, Robert's the mentor, Johnny's the Entertainer (honestly, with all the fights he picks, he REALLY is quite entertaining), Enrique's the cheerleader (sort of) and I double as the conscience/ little brother of the group.
Umm. . . Enrique . . .now might be a good time to put the camera away. I think Robert's waking up. Oh sure, he's still a bit sleepy-eyed – you would be too, if you were asleep for over a week and a half, but still –
Wait a second. ROBERT'S WAKING UP?!!! AFTER A WEEK AND A HALF?!!! Forget Enrique, this calls for a celebration!!! I'm gonna start cooking right away! I'm gonna call up the Louvre and rent it all out so we can party in privacy! I may even get Robert and Johnny a separate room. . . he he he. . .if you catch my drift. And then I'm going to start working out so I can defend myself against anything Enrique tries. Couldn't you just see me in a pair of boxing gloves?
I ditch Enrique - let him face the wrath of Johnny and Robert - and run. I have so much to do! Where do I start?
Aha, the kitchen! I'll flip through cookbooks and find the perfect recipes! I'll be giving them a true 7-course meal. Hope they remember to skip lunch, because they're gonna need all the room they can get in their stomachs.
About an hour later, I'm leaving the kitchen with all the cookbooks I've chosen, with little post-it notes advertising the recipes I'll be preparing. Though by the looks of it, you'd probably be saying something like "The cookbooks are leaving the kitchen with the Oliver that they've chosen." No seriously, I've picked so many cookbooks, this will probably turn into an all-you-can-eat 7-course buffet.
Needless to say, Tyson would be in his glory. But I'm not inviting Tyson, or anyone else, for that matter, that's not a member of the Majestic's team. Gustav will be lucky if he even gets to SERVE us. I'm considering not letting even him attend. This should be an exclusive, all-Majestics-and-only-Majestics party.
I better stock up on the caffeine – I'm gonna be exhausted, doing all this cooking.
Looking on the bright side. . .at least I don't have to do the dishes. We're gonna have to pay whoever does the dishes for overtime. Got to feel sorry for him.
Speaking of feeling sorry for him. . .I think both Robert and Johnny have now woken up, caught Enrique in the act of gathering blackmail material, and are now proceeding to kill him. Goody. Wish I was there to watch it, but I still have to rent the Louvre, prepare the kitchen for all the cooking I'll be doing, do the cooking, find someone to help me with all the cooking (I'd never be able to do it all on my own), find someone to do the dishes, set aside money for the person doing the dishes, plan on how I want the Louvre designed for the party. . .the list goes on and on and on.
This is gonna take me forever!
A few hours later, the prospects for the party aren't looking much better. Johnny beat Enrique up pretty badly, so he's currently got a hospital bed of his own (thankfully, of all the places Johnny had to beat Enrique up in, it was the hospital). Robert, who is forbidden from getting out of bed, just sat there and glared the whole time. And he's still glaring, which means he isn't listening to me! And Johnny is currently getting a lecture from one of the nurses, which means he can't listen to me either! And Enrique's out cold. Argh! That means I have no help with the planning of this whatsoever, because I'm the only person who knows that this party is actually taking place!
Okay Oliver. Calm down. You're getting far too stressed.
I feel much better now.
I know. I'll make myself a to-do list. Let me see here. . .
* * *10 minutes later* * *
Oh shit. Look at all the things I have to do.
Pick out recipes (check).
Sort recipes into courses
Decide what china I will use for the party
Find someone to wash the dishes (check).
Rent the Louvre.
Find a French phone book so I can find out what the Louvre's phone number is.
Plan on how I'm going to be decorating the Louvre.
Find someone who'll act on my plans and decorate the Louvre.
Find music to play at the party.
Persuade parents to let me bring wine to the party. (A/N: I think the legal drinking age in France is 13 or 14)
Think about what else we'll have to drink if I'm not allowed
wine (we can't drink tea for the whole thing!)
Contemplate on what wine glasses we'll be using (if I am allowed)
Make sure Robert is allowed to drink wine (keeping in mind that he'll have just gotten out of the hospital)
Plan on how I'll be designing Robert and Johnny's private room (if you catch my drift – hey, I've been playing matchmaker for weeks with these two – cut me some slack here!)
Make sure the surveillance cameras to Robert and Johnny's private room are turned off.
Work out so that if Enrique tries anything on me while I'm giving Robert and Johnny their private time, I can beat him up and send him to the hospital again. (A/N: No offence to Enrique-fans meant!)
Prepare for drunkenness if I'm allowed the wine (knowing us, if we are allowed the wine, all of us – even Robert – will be drunk).
Wonder how on Earth do you prepare for drunkenness outside of warning everybody and jot down a few ideas of my own as to how to prepare
Actually do research on how to prepare for drunkenness, compare it with my own ideas, and make notes of anything I forgot to include
Be thankful I'm done the list.
I sigh. Well, better get started, hmm? Considering I only have 2 things checked off, yup, that sounds like a great idea. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. . .I am so not going to enjoy this. Maybe if I can drum up some support. . .and drag Johnny's lazy ass in here to help me. . .
Dream on, Polanski. I don't think Johnny's gonna help you out with this. He's probably too busy cuddling with Robert.
I don't mean to sound like a pervert or anything, but if that's the case, then I gotta check it out! I was the matchmaker in this, after all – I have every right to see whether or not they're finally together.
The list can wait. Right now, as a good friend of both Johnny and Robert's, as well as their matchmaker, I have a right to see whether or not they've both clued in that the one they love loves them back.
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