Thanks to those who reviewed! Here's chapter two!
"Ok, so with the list," said Angelina. We, as in Oliver, Fred, Angelina, Alicia, George, and I have been sitting on Ange's living room for TWO hours now. We've discussed the date - July 17, which is in three months, by the way- the dresses, the cake, and a whole lot of other things that I can't remember. If you ask me, I think she's rushing it a bit. Three months? No wonder the meeting starts today! Anyway, Alicia seems to be enjoying this. I was really into it, until after the 30th minute we've been talking about it. Fred had actually fallen asleep a couple of times, receiving a couple of smacks from Angelina ("This is OUR wedding, Fred!"). George had excused himself to the bathroom many times, and Oliver and I have been playing "I spy" silently. Weird, yeah.
"So, the Weasley clan. Bill, Fleur, Karen, and Jennifer (Bill and Fleur's kids). That's four, mark that, Alicia," said Angelina, as Alicia jotted the names down on a piece of parchment.
"And then we have Charlie, Connie (Charlie's wife), and their kids, Kevin, Richelle, and Anthony," added Alicia.
"I need to use the loo," informed George, for what I think the 15th time in this boring two hour period. He left for the bathroom, again.
"I spy...something green," whispered Oliver to me.
"The wall?" I whispered back dully.
"Nope," he said.
"And then we have...let's see, Percy, Penelope, Kelly, and Percy Jr.," said Angelina.
"Your shirt?" I whispered to Oliver.
"Nope," he replied dully.
"What, then?" I asked in a monotone, just as George came out of the bathroom.
"You forgot to flush, George," said Fred.
"Oh, right," said George, and he went back in to flush, and came out again.
"And George and I, of course. Then we have Ron, Hermione, Andrew, and Lauren," added Alicia.
"Right. Then Harry and Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," said Angelina.
"My eyes. Your turn," said Oliver.
"Ok, I spy...something pink," I said.
"That's...21 people. Now, as for your side, your mum and dad, that's two," said Alicia.
"Yes, and my sister and brother, and cousin Elridge, Aunt Milly, Uncle Bernard,..." listed Angelina.
"Angelina's shirt?" guessed Oliver.
"Yep," I said.
"You're dull," he said to me.
"Can we play?" whispered Fred and George. Looks like this game is contagious.
"Sure," I said.
"That's...14 Johnsons. Are we forgetting anyone, Fred?" asked Angelina, thus breaking our game.
"What?" asked Fred stupidly.
"I said, are we forgetting anyone?" repeated Angelina.
"Um...I don't think so. Did you get your cousin Billy?" added Fred. Good save, Fred. Pretend like you were listening.
"Oh, no! Thanks, baby," said Angelina.
"Sure," said Fred. And we continued playing "I spy" until...
"Right Katie?" said Alicia.
"Huh?" I looked up, so did Oliver, Fred, and George.
"Can't have green, can we?" asked Alicia.
"Well, uh...it's Slytherin-ish," I said.
"Oh! Then absolutely no green!" cried Angelina.
"What about the leaves?" asked Oliver.
"We'll magically make them...I dunno, anything but green," said Alicia.
"That'll make it seem unnatural," said George.
"Well, I suppose a little green is alright," said Angelina.
"Great! Let's move on to the place!" said Alicia. Oh, no, Alicia's still excited over this...
"Oh, look at the time! We better get going, Alicia, it's already 9!" said George.
"Really, it's nine already! Well, tomorrow's Sunday, and we have no work tomorrow, and we really need to discuss this," protested Alicia. Angelina nodded. Oliver groaned and put his head on my shoulder. Fred got up and moved himself to the floor where Angelina and Alicia were sitting and writing. He grabbed Angelina's waist and just right on the spot, kissed her hard. Angelina seems to be a bit caught up, and Fred motioned "Get out" to us, and Oliver and I seized the opportunity to leave. We apparated back to our flat.
"They're insane," said Oliver.
"Huh?" I asked him.
"How can you just sit in the same place and discuss a wedding that won't happen in three months for three hours!" exclaimed Oliver. Well, I guess he's right. Angelina and Alicia have gone "Bridezilla" on us. Just peachy.
I went to my room and laid on my bed. Oliver came in, holding a plate of grapes. He sat on my bed, eating grapes.
"Why are you eating grapes?" I asked him.
"Because there's nothing else except for junk food in this place and I'm hungry," he replied.
"And I thought you were a wizard," I said sarcastically.
"I'm not good at conjuring food," he said, still eating the grapes. No, duh! Last time he conjured something and made me eat it, I threw up.
"Well, lucky for us, I am. What do you want?" I asked, thus moving my hands to reach for my wand. I'm still lying on my bed. I got it, and sat up next to him.
"Can you conjure me some cupcakes?" he asked.
"Do I look like Sussie Homemaker to you?" I asked him. Muggle expression, yeah. I'm a muggle born, so...you get the picture, don't you?
"What?" he asked. He's a pureblood, so I understand.
"Never mind," I said. I conjured a plate of cupcakes for him.
"You're the best, Kates," he said as he puts down the grapes for the cupcakes.
"I know," I said.
He finished the cupcake in less than 10 minutes, and I guess I've been laying on my bed for about 10 minutes. He laid on my bed, right next to me. At this time, we were both gazing at my ceiling.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked him.
"I can think of a few things," he said flirtatiously. Oh, I don't think I've said this before, but Oliver and I flirt a lot. We've been nowhere, though, if you know what I mean. It probably meant nothing to him, but I always liked flirting with him.
"Such as..." I said
"Hmm...with you in those jeans that makes your butt look great..." he said.
"And you in that shirt that shows your muscles," I said and smiled to myself.
"Is that a new lip gloss I see you're wearing?" he said, turning his head at me, winking.
"Yep. It's strawberry-banana," I said, and I licked my lips. We both laughed, and then went quiet. I yawned. Stupid me had to stupidly yawn.
"Sleepy?" he asked.
"No," I said and yawned again.
"Go to bed, Kates, it's been a long day," he said in a very sexy voice. Well, come to think of it, his voice is always sexy, with the accent and all that. But I really like how he says my name. It's not just "Kates" it's like 'Kahy-tsss" I dunno. It just sounds really really great.
Anyway, he got up and was about to leave. But I didn't want him to leave.
"Can you stay?" I blurted out. AAHH! That was supposed to stay in my head! Mentally! Not physically!
"Ok," he said, and he smirked at me. I blushed. Great. My "Can you stay?" is gonna make me look desperate, thus leading him to the fact that I'm head over heels in love with him. Great move, Katie. You deserve an award.
Anyway, he laid back on my bed and I tapped my wand to my shoulder. My shirt and jeans magically turned into my pyjamas, a white Puddlemere United t-shirt and some blue sweat pants. I got up, and went into my sleeping-position and pulled the covers up. Oliver just turned to me.
"Do you want me to sleep here?" he asked. He looked serious. What should I say? If I say no, it'll make me seem not interested. But if I say yes, it's like admitting my feelings for him.
"Whatever you want," I said. I guess that's the best answer I can give him He has to choose. If he leaves, then I guess he doesn't like me like that. If he stays, then that's another story. But I hope he stays.
"Alright," he says. He took his wand and tapped it on his shoulder and he magically changed to what I guess was his pyjamas. It's just his shorts-not boxers, although they do look like boxers-but anyway, shorts and a plain blue t-shirt. I think those are boxers. Not that I mind or anything, hehe. He snuck into the covers.
The next thing I have to worry about is whether he's going to ask why I asked him to stay. Oh Oliver, please don't ask that! PLEEEEAAASSEEE!
And he didn't.
"You're great, Kates," he said randomly. On what, Oliver dear?
"Thanks," I said, still confused. I shouldn't be confused, though, Oliver is one of the most random people I've ever met. But then I closed my eyes and I can feel his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Ok, I know I should be enjoying this, with me liking him and all, but this is just weird. I mean, I am, enjoying this, if not I must be insane. But Oliver never does this. But then again, we never shared a bed before. Maybe he hugs a pillow when he sleeps. And now I'm his pillow. Ok, no, don't think that. But I never moved or get away from him.
"Oh, my, I didn't know you two were like this," said a female voice.
I opened my eyes to see Alicia and George standing up before my bed. I looked to my side to see Oliver, with his hands still around my gut. He's opening his eyes, and when he knows what's going on, he took his hands off me and sat up. I sat up too.
"Oh, no! We're not like that!" I protested.
"Well it sure seems like you two were like that," defended Alicia.
"But we're not like that! We're just friends! Not like that," I said loudly.
"But you know you want it like that!" said Alicia. Well, that shut me up.
"Like what?" said George and Oliver at the same time. Men. So slow. Alicia and I can just sigh at these men's oblivious-ness.
How's that for a second chapter? Please let me know! And I'm already working on chapter three, so I might be able to post it by the time I get at least five revies. I'm not expecting a lot, because this is a new story, but hopefully yo guys will leave me lots of them anyway! Review, please!
Missmunky