A/N: AHAH Another update within the same month! Who loves ya baby?! Well,
here you go. Enjoy. I sure did.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!
Chapter the eighth
Oliver's sudden disappearance freaked me out. I would be lying if I said I didn't care. I slid out of the booth and went to the bar, where I found my friends doing shots. Jackson turned around and smiled, drink in hand.
"Katie, I was just coming back to the table, where's Oliver?" He asked, looking over my shoulder at the abandoned table.
"That's the thing, I don't know. He said he wasn't feeling good, and so he left. He said to tell you guys he's sorry he left. I'm going to his house to see how he's doing, okay?" Jackson looked disappointed, but nodded in agreement. After a spilt second of thinking, and hesitation, I leaned over and kissed him, rather passionately. I told him I'd see him later, and then Disapparated to Oliver's front door step.
I knocked on the door harder than I intended to. I looked around at the dark surrounding me and the other houses, the only light coming from the street lamps and porch lights.
"Oliver!" I yelled through the door, "Oliver, its Katie! Let me in, please?" The door opened a little bit. Turns out Oliver opened the door but then ran back up stairs. Did I scare him off? I think he's over reacting.
I followed him upstairs after taking off my feet killing shoes. I reached the top step and looked around the small second floor. I wasn't left in the dark for too long, though. I heard Oliver in the bathroom, throwing up.
"Whoa! Oliver! You weren't kidding!" I said in a panic. Quickly thinking, I found the hallway closet and got a washcloth. Immersing it in cold water from the sink, I put it on Oliver's forehead. He was now slumped over the toilet, breathing rather heavily. I don't know what happened, but it seemed maternal instincts were taking over. His face was pale and green, his hands clammy. I took a towel off the rack next to me and wiped his face clean.
I think it took all the strength he had to thank me before he started again. The smell was starting to make me nauseous. I opened the window above Oliver's head and let the cool night air wash away the smell of fresh vomit. Oh, God it was nasty! I waited until Oliver's little fits stopped for a while before helping him to his room. Keeping the wet towel on his head, I helped him onto his bed and told him to lie down while I looked for something he could change into. I found a green sweatshirt. I'm sure the green would complement his skin gorgeously! Taking his shirt off, I took the time to look at all of his muscles, cut to perfection. I put on his sweatshirt and hopped onto the bed next to him. You could tell he was tired and weak, but that didn't stop him from talking.
"Does everyone know you're here?" he asked me.
"I told Jackson I was coming here to check on you. I was worried when you left so suddenly."
"I told you I wasn't feeling good."
"I know. How are you feeling now?" I asked, still concerned. I thought he was going to die!
"Better than before. I don't know what it was, if it was the food or something, but I just started feeling sick."
I took the washcloth off his head and ran it under some more cold water. When I came back into his room, Oliver was half asleep. I got on the bed again and rested his head on my lap as I covered his forehead again. I started to play with his hair (hoping it helped him feel better, it always helped me) when he said,
"Katie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks again."
"No problem, it's what friend's are for." I said, feeling proud. Who was there with Oliver? Me. Who wasn't? Sophie. HAH! Score one for Katie.
"I love you." Whoa, WHAT!? Oliver just told me he loved me! How the hell does that work!? Thinking it was a "brotherly love," I responded,
"I love you too, Ollie." I didn't hear anything back from him that night. He was instantly asleep.
***
The sun was shining brightly through the window. I woke up only to feel disoriented when I looked around the room. It came back to me when I saw Oliver lying next to me. The Portkey, Oliver's puking fits, Jackson's kiss. . . A smile formed on my lips and Oliver started to stir.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said, watching him wake up. God he looked like an angel. He always did, and always will. He merely grumbled as he sat up, holding his forehead.
"How are you feeling?" I asked cautiously, hoping he wouldn't get sick again.
"A whole lot better than last night. I thought you would have left by now."
I shook my head. "Nope, would a good friend leave her sick comrade?" He smiled and lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. When I said the sweater would complement his skin, I was kidding, but they made his eyes look so incredible! They looked deep and thoughtful, and so green! I was paying too much attention to his eyes and how they looked, I didn't notice they were staring back at me.
"Can I help you?" Oliver asked. I shook out of my stupor, and looked at my watch. Talk about an awkward moment.
"Nah, I'm good, but it's nearly noon, and Jackson is going to kill me for being this late to work," I looked again at Oliver, "I should go, you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I can handle it," he replied, "thanks again, Katie. I really appreciate it."
With that comment, I started to blush like a schoolgirl. "Don't worry about it. I'd be happy to help you anytime."
***
After I left Oliver's, I immediately headed for work. I was in for a scolding when I got there. I stopped in front of the door and took a quick look at myself in the reflection in the window. I hadn't changed since last night, and I probably smelled like vomit. My hair wasn't at it's best, and my make-up wasn't there anymore. Aw, crap. I took out my wand and muttered a "counter-ugly" spell, and I turned fabulous. Fabulous? Who uses that word anymore?
"Katie?" Jackson said as he looked up from behind the clothing racks, "why are you here so late?"
"If you must know, I was at Oliver's all night. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't feel good," I said. Jackson's face fell when I told him I was at Oliver's. I continued, "Jack, don't worry. Nothing happened. You can trust me." How cute, I was already giving him a pet name. Jack.
He walked over and gave me a hug. Oh man, he smelled way good.
"Katie," he said.
"Hmm?"
"I love you." WHY DOES EVERYONE LOVE ME? I'd like to know! Am I just THAT lovable? But this was different than Oliver's "I love you," when Jackson said it, I felt something. Actual love like a boyfriend and girlfriend have. It was at this moment I realized that I felt the same way.
"I love you too, Jack."
A/N: Buwhahah! Katie loves Jackson! Boy, does that put us in a pickle. I'd just like to say thanks times a BILLION to my beta-reader, Isabella! You make my world go round! I mean, look! An eagle!
Next Chapter: Finally some bridal stuff. But for whom?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!
Chapter the eighth
Oliver's sudden disappearance freaked me out. I would be lying if I said I didn't care. I slid out of the booth and went to the bar, where I found my friends doing shots. Jackson turned around and smiled, drink in hand.
"Katie, I was just coming back to the table, where's Oliver?" He asked, looking over my shoulder at the abandoned table.
"That's the thing, I don't know. He said he wasn't feeling good, and so he left. He said to tell you guys he's sorry he left. I'm going to his house to see how he's doing, okay?" Jackson looked disappointed, but nodded in agreement. After a spilt second of thinking, and hesitation, I leaned over and kissed him, rather passionately. I told him I'd see him later, and then Disapparated to Oliver's front door step.
I knocked on the door harder than I intended to. I looked around at the dark surrounding me and the other houses, the only light coming from the street lamps and porch lights.
"Oliver!" I yelled through the door, "Oliver, its Katie! Let me in, please?" The door opened a little bit. Turns out Oliver opened the door but then ran back up stairs. Did I scare him off? I think he's over reacting.
I followed him upstairs after taking off my feet killing shoes. I reached the top step and looked around the small second floor. I wasn't left in the dark for too long, though. I heard Oliver in the bathroom, throwing up.
"Whoa! Oliver! You weren't kidding!" I said in a panic. Quickly thinking, I found the hallway closet and got a washcloth. Immersing it in cold water from the sink, I put it on Oliver's forehead. He was now slumped over the toilet, breathing rather heavily. I don't know what happened, but it seemed maternal instincts were taking over. His face was pale and green, his hands clammy. I took a towel off the rack next to me and wiped his face clean.
I think it took all the strength he had to thank me before he started again. The smell was starting to make me nauseous. I opened the window above Oliver's head and let the cool night air wash away the smell of fresh vomit. Oh, God it was nasty! I waited until Oliver's little fits stopped for a while before helping him to his room. Keeping the wet towel on his head, I helped him onto his bed and told him to lie down while I looked for something he could change into. I found a green sweatshirt. I'm sure the green would complement his skin gorgeously! Taking his shirt off, I took the time to look at all of his muscles, cut to perfection. I put on his sweatshirt and hopped onto the bed next to him. You could tell he was tired and weak, but that didn't stop him from talking.
"Does everyone know you're here?" he asked me.
"I told Jackson I was coming here to check on you. I was worried when you left so suddenly."
"I told you I wasn't feeling good."
"I know. How are you feeling now?" I asked, still concerned. I thought he was going to die!
"Better than before. I don't know what it was, if it was the food or something, but I just started feeling sick."
I took the washcloth off his head and ran it under some more cold water. When I came back into his room, Oliver was half asleep. I got on the bed again and rested his head on my lap as I covered his forehead again. I started to play with his hair (hoping it helped him feel better, it always helped me) when he said,
"Katie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks again."
"No problem, it's what friend's are for." I said, feeling proud. Who was there with Oliver? Me. Who wasn't? Sophie. HAH! Score one for Katie.
"I love you." Whoa, WHAT!? Oliver just told me he loved me! How the hell does that work!? Thinking it was a "brotherly love," I responded,
"I love you too, Ollie." I didn't hear anything back from him that night. He was instantly asleep.
***
The sun was shining brightly through the window. I woke up only to feel disoriented when I looked around the room. It came back to me when I saw Oliver lying next to me. The Portkey, Oliver's puking fits, Jackson's kiss. . . A smile formed on my lips and Oliver started to stir.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said, watching him wake up. God he looked like an angel. He always did, and always will. He merely grumbled as he sat up, holding his forehead.
"How are you feeling?" I asked cautiously, hoping he wouldn't get sick again.
"A whole lot better than last night. I thought you would have left by now."
I shook my head. "Nope, would a good friend leave her sick comrade?" He smiled and lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. When I said the sweater would complement his skin, I was kidding, but they made his eyes look so incredible! They looked deep and thoughtful, and so green! I was paying too much attention to his eyes and how they looked, I didn't notice they were staring back at me.
"Can I help you?" Oliver asked. I shook out of my stupor, and looked at my watch. Talk about an awkward moment.
"Nah, I'm good, but it's nearly noon, and Jackson is going to kill me for being this late to work," I looked again at Oliver, "I should go, you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I can handle it," he replied, "thanks again, Katie. I really appreciate it."
With that comment, I started to blush like a schoolgirl. "Don't worry about it. I'd be happy to help you anytime."
***
After I left Oliver's, I immediately headed for work. I was in for a scolding when I got there. I stopped in front of the door and took a quick look at myself in the reflection in the window. I hadn't changed since last night, and I probably smelled like vomit. My hair wasn't at it's best, and my make-up wasn't there anymore. Aw, crap. I took out my wand and muttered a "counter-ugly" spell, and I turned fabulous. Fabulous? Who uses that word anymore?
"Katie?" Jackson said as he looked up from behind the clothing racks, "why are you here so late?"
"If you must know, I was at Oliver's all night. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't feel good," I said. Jackson's face fell when I told him I was at Oliver's. I continued, "Jack, don't worry. Nothing happened. You can trust me." How cute, I was already giving him a pet name. Jack.
He walked over and gave me a hug. Oh man, he smelled way good.
"Katie," he said.
"Hmm?"
"I love you." WHY DOES EVERYONE LOVE ME? I'd like to know! Am I just THAT lovable? But this was different than Oliver's "I love you," when Jackson said it, I felt something. Actual love like a boyfriend and girlfriend have. It was at this moment I realized that I felt the same way.
"I love you too, Jack."
A/N: Buwhahah! Katie loves Jackson! Boy, does that put us in a pickle. I'd just like to say thanks times a BILLION to my beta-reader, Isabella! You make my world go round! I mean, look! An eagle!
Next Chapter: Finally some bridal stuff. But for whom?
