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Chapter 14: Pancakes
I woke up to Oliver moving his arm. "Sorry, did I wake you?" Oliver sat up.
"Yeah," I laughed. "But it's fine."
"Wow, it's 2:30 in the afternoon."
"Are you as hungry as I am?" I stood up.
"Yes!" he agreed, also standing. "Race you to the kitchen!" he said, taking off.
"No fair!" I complained, slowly following after him. "You can't start 'til I'm ready."
"Tough!" he laughed at me as I walked into the kitchen. "So what should we eat?"
"Let's make pancakes!" I suggested.
"Sweet!" he agreed.
We then got out the pancake mix and everything needed to make pancakes. I began mixing the batter when some pancake mix was flicked at my face.
"Oops!" Oliver said innocently.
"Oops?" I asked, and he nodded like it was an accident. So I flicked some of the gooey batter at him. "Woops!" I shrugged.
"Oh, it's on now!" he had an egg in his hand.
"Don't you da-" Too late. He cracked an egg on my head.
"You are dead!" I ran after him with the pancake batter. "Come back here and face me like a man!"
"No way!" Oliver said. As he was running, he slipped on some milk that we spilled, and he fell to the ground. I fell right after him. I was laughing so hard, and he was cracking up too. Luckily, only a little bit of the pancake batter spilled. So we cooked the pancakes while we were still a mess, and ate them peacefully before we cleaned anything up.
As we were eating, my mom came home. "Hey, guys." she said as she walked through the door. It sounded like she was forcing herself to be nice. She probably had a hard day at work.
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Mrs. T."
"You guys! How could you make such a mess?"
"We'll clean it up, Mom, I promise."
"You better, 'cause I'm sure not cleaning it up."
"We will!" I promised.
"Oh and when you're done cleaning it up, I need to talk to you alone." With that she walked up the stairs.
"Uh-oh. It's never good when she has to talk to me alone."
"What did you do that was so bad?"
"I have no idea! I just got out of the hospital, what could I have done?"
Oliver shrugged. "If it's about the mess, tell her it was my fault, and that I'm sorry."
"Nah, I did it too. Let's just clean it up before I get in more trouble." Oliver washed out all the dishes and wiped down the counter while I mopped the floor. Then we cleaned ourselves up.
"Should I leave while you talk to your mom?"
"No, stay here! Unless…you wanna go home."
"I'll stay," Oliver sat down and I walked up the stairs like I was awaiting my death.
"You wanted to talk to me?" I was nervous. I wonder what I did.
"Yes." My mom crossed her arms. "Ok, you know I don't mind Oliver sleeping over."
"Right…"
"Well, this morning I went downstairs to check on you guys…" Uh-oh. Play dumb, Lilly, play dumb!
"And…"
"And you were on the air mattress together."
"Yeah, I know, the couches were impossible to sleep on and the other air mattress had a hole in it."
"Well, why were you so close to each other?"
"Mom, we didn't mean to do that! It's not like we planned it!"
"Well, did you do anything?"
"What!" I screamed.
"Did you and Oliver do anything together?" she asked again and my jaw dropped to the floor.
"What! Mom! No! How could you even ask that?" I shrieked.
"You promise?"
"Yes, I swear!"
Mom let out a breath. "Good. 'Cause if you did I'd have to say no more sleep overs."
"Alright then, I'm leaving now."
"Wait. So you really didn't do anything?"
"I didn't, why would I?"
"It seems like you guys have something going on."
"Ah! That's it! I'm leaving, good-bye!" I ran out of there as fast as I could. "Hey, Oliver."
"Hey, are you in trouble?"
"No…"
"So what happened?"
"Umm…well…"
"Come on, you can tell me."
"She…kinda…asked me something. It was really awkward."
"Well, what'd she ask?"
"If…uh…"
"If…" he motioned for me to continue.
"If you and I…"
"If we…what?"
"Did something…last night."
"Something as in…what?"
I widened my eyes and said "Something."
"Oh. OH! Oh my gosh! Why would she ask that?"
"'Cause apparently we were close last night or something, I don't know." I had to act like I had no idea about the sleeping position we were in. I knew that he did, because in the morning he woke up before me.
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh man, now it's gonna be all awkward around her! And she probably told your dad and now your dad's gonna hate me! And then your parents will tell my parents and everything's just gonna be so awkward and weird!" Oliver started flipping out.
"Oh no! My dad will freak if my mom tells him! And if she tells your parents, they're gonna hate me!"
"No, Lil, they love you!"
"Well my parents love you too, or else they wouldn't have let you sleep over."
"I'm glad our parents are so cool with it though. I had fun."
"Me too. Ugh, but school tomorrow is gonna suck."
"Oh yeah…we should probably do our homework now." he suggested and I nodded. We grabbed our backpacks and went in the basement.
All we had was global history homework, and it wasn't that hard. I just couldn't concentrate that well. I was too busy focusing on Oliver. The minute we finished, there was a loud knocking at the door.