Love and Confusion

Chapter 1: A day of boredom and unexpected surprises

Oliver sighed and plopped down on his bed to read a book. He tried to concentrate, but he couldn't and the words just became a big blurry mess. So instead, he threw it across the room. Boredom and taken over him, and it seemed nothing could cure it. Oliver had tried everything. Beyblading, cooking, drawing, reading and even sleeping, but he still couldn't sit still. Suddenly, his stomach grumbled loudly, even though he'd already eaten. Eating when you're bored isn't good. You'll just eat and eat until you get sick and throw up, but then you'll still be bored, and probably go back to eat.

"I guess I'll go for a walk..." Oliver thought. He pulled on his shoes, told his father good-bye and was outside within a minute. The sun shone brightly down upon Oliver as he started down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. It was such a beautiful day, but oddly, there wasn't a person outside, and Oliver soon found out why. Without cloud cover, the sun beat down on him and the heat was becoming unbearable.

"No wonder everyone's inside..." Oliver thought. He longed to go back home to sit in his air conditioned room or atleast sit in some shade and get out of the sun. "The park has loads of trees," Oliver thought, "I'll go there." He turned and went in the direction of the park, which was not very far away.

Oliver grinned upon reaching the park. No one was there, so he could sit and think to himself. Then just as he was turning the corner to enter the gate, something came wooshing though the air, and hit him strate in the face, knocking Oliver to the ground.

"Oh my god! Are you okay!" Someone shouted. Oliver felt tears beginning to form. His nose hurt really badly, he hoped it wasn't broken. He felt something drip down his face. His nose was beginning to bleed. Oliver covered his nose to avoid getting any blood on his clothes. In the distance, a couple girls were laughing, and the person who had hit him came running up.

"Woah, Oliver? Is that you?" Oliver looked up. "Enwikay?" He said, his hands still cupped over his face. "Oh fuck Oliver, i'm really sorry...I...It was an accident. Is it bleeding?" Oliver pulled back his hands. Enrique scruched his nose, "Yeah, it's bleeding." He said. "Here, take this." Enrique handed Oliver a napkin out of his pocket, which Oliver took gratefully and began to wipe away the blood.

"Like, gosh Enrique! You are SUCH a LOSER!"

"Yeah Enrique! We totally don't like you! See Claire? I told you all Italians were klutzes." Two girls were standing a ways down the sidewalk, pointing and laughing. Enrique stood up and ran after the girls.

"Hey, girls, wait! NO, WHERE ARE YOU GOING! Hey ladiessss, come back! You can't just insult my nationality and walk off! HEY WAIT! I'll...I'll take you shopiinngg!" Enrique chased after the girls, but clumsly tripped over and uneven peice of sidewalk. This only made the girls laugh more, and they left Enrique moaning in pain on the sidewalk. Oliver began to giggle, but couldn't hold back from laughing loudly. "Nice one Enrique, way to impress the ladies."

Enrique cursed himself in Italian. He stood up and brushed himself off. "Dammit Oliver, I was so close to getting them to like me! Then you-"

"Hey don't blame me for your failure. It's not my fault you are slightly woman-impaired." Oliver said.

Enrique growled. "I am NOT woman-imparred. I'm infact am very good with the girls, it's just here in France the girls like to play hard-to-get and it makes me frustrated." Enrique hung his head and sighed. "That Claire girl was really cute too, I thought we were meant for eachother."

"Don't you already have a girlfriend?" Oliver asked. "Enrique shrugged, "I did last week, but she broke up with me, she said I was cheating on her. I was not cheating either! All I did was hold hands with one of her friends...and we kinda kissed. But that's it! Nothing else happened between us!"

Oliver shook his head. "Enrique...you are such a player..."

"Am not..." Enrique replied.

"Are too. You treat girls like they're a pair of jeans. They're great for the first week or so, but after a while they're just another pair of pants in your closet."

"Oh damn you Oliver, why are you always right?" Enrique crawled over to Oliver who was still sitting on the ground, the now blood-soaked napkin still covering his face. "Did it stop bleeding?" Enrique asked.

Oliver pulled away the napkin. The blood had stopped flowing out freely now, and his nose didn't hurt as much. "What were you doing Enrique? What hit me in the face?"

Enrique chuckled. "Well, you see, I had this basketball and I was trying to show off my radical moves, but I kinda dropped it and it bounced down the hill. That's when you came around the corner and it hit you in the face."

"Your radical moves? Enrique, you're horrible at sports, esspecially basketball. Why did you even try?"

Enrique shrugged. "They past by and asked me if I was any good at basketball and I tried to show them some dribbling and stuff, but...well yeah...I guess I was in way over my head. Esspecially with those girls. French women are so beautiful. But they're so damn stubborn! AHG!" Enrique stood up and kicked a rock in anger, then shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm such a loser." Oliver nodded in agreement.

"So, what brings you to France?" Oliver asked, standing up beside his friend. "My father has some buisness here for a few weeks. I was gonna come see you, but I got a little pre-occupied. What were you up to, before I smacked you in the face?" Oliver giggled. "Oh nothing, I was bored so I went for a walk. I was heading towards the park to get out of the sun, but so much for that, I feel like going home now."

"Hey, can I come with you? You won't be bored anymore if I come."

"Of course you can come Enri, as long as you promise not to hit me in the face anymore."

Enrique laughed, "I promise."

Later...

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I dunno, what do you want to do?"

"I asked you first."

"I said I didn't know, so what do you want to do?"

"I wouldn't have asked you what to do if I knew what do, so what the hell do you want to do?"

"I don't know!"

Enrique and Oliver lay on the swinging couch out on the balcony, watching the sun sink in the sky and the clouds drift by. "That cloud kinda looks like a dinosaur." Enrique said, pointing up at the sky. "That one? I don't see a dinosaur. How do you see a dinosaur? That cloud definetly looks like a rabbit." Oliver pointed out.

"Rabbit, dinosaur, they're all the same." Enrique sighed and cuddled into the couch, closing his eyes. Oliver yawned as well, and his head tipped onto Enrique's shoulder. "I thought I wasn't going to be bored anymore." He said, "But I'm more bored then ever."

"Yeah..." Enrique replied sleeply. He absent mindedly put an arm around Oliver's shoulder and leaned against him, his eyes still shut. Oliver raised an eyebrow. He was used to Enrique cuddling up next him, he did it all the time. Oliver felt a little odd everytime he did this, but there seemed nothing wrong with it, they were best friends after all. So he kind of went with the flow.

"I'm sleepy..." Oliver said, cuddling his head into Enrique's shoulder. "Me too." Enrique replied. "Let's go to sleep."

"Good idea."

Oliver and Enrique practicly crawled back into the room and layed down on the bed. " 'Night..." Oliver muttered, shutting his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow. "Neh..." Was all that Enrique said. Oliver gave a final yawn before he felt himself being pulled into a deep sleep. But he swore, just as he felt the sleep consume him, he felt a hand rest along his hip and someone nuzzle into the back on his neck. He knew it was Enrique, cuddling next to him in his sleep, but Oliver didn't bother to roll away or move Enrique's hand. Instead, he let himself fall unconcious, with Enrique's body pressed against him.

Is impaired the word I was looking for? Is it possible to be woman impaired? I kinda don't know if I used that word right...