Katie came back to find Oliver reading a magazine article about Christian Lacroix on the couch. So instead of brainfull of Quidditch plays, he's got a brainfull of supermodels now. She couldn't really decide which Oliver she preferred more. She thought about the brunette she saw earlier that morning and shook her head to try and rid herself of the image. He looked up slowly as she made her way to her room.
"You know, I'm really enjoying this view" he held up a picture of a supermodel in a royal blue trenchcoat. "No wonder men all over the world are embracing their sexuality and discovering fashion" Oliver said to himself in a way that Katie would overhear.
Katie made a quick grimace.
"Oh what is it that bothered you? The fashion part or the sex part?" Oliver said suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.
"You're. not. that. hot." Katie spat out. She then turned around and started walking brisquely to her room.
"Katie?" he said, half expecting her to completely ignore him. She turned around slowly. "I'm sorry about that... I know I probably crossed some boundaries. Especially with the sleepover part. Probably should have checked with you first" he said and went back to reading his fashion magazine intently.
Seeing that he was sincerely sorry, she felt her resolve melt as she turned around and walked towards him.
"Her name was Sandra" she added.
He looked up confused.
"The girl you brought back home last night... her name is Sandra... she's my TA for my Visual Arts class. Next time, try for someone that can actually improve my grade, like a professor." She grabbed a handful of grapes from the bar and started to munch on them.
Seeing that she'd completely forgiven him, Oliver looked up. "Hey, I want some grapes too!" he said as he walked towards Katie.
Just as he walked close enough, Katie tossed a grape at him, meaning to hit him square in the forehead. However, Oliver managed to jump up into the air fast enough to and catch it with his mouth. He gave her a smirk.
"So this is how we're going to play is it? I'll remember this the next time I share food with you" he said as he looked at Katie. Suddenly, he lunged at her.
Seeing this, Katie threw the rest of the grapes she had in her hand at Oliver and made a mad dash for the fruit bowl. She grabbed it, reached into it and grabbed another handful of grapes and threw them as hard as she could at him. As she rounded the corner of the apartment she could see Oliver right behind her. She grabbed another handful of grapes and threw them at him and watched him try and hide from being pelted by a handful of grapes. She ran a few more feet and threw another handful at him. Katie jumped ontop of the window sill and just as she saw Oliver slow down to prevent himself from slamming into the into the window, she threw another handful of grapes. Then she kicked off of the window sill using it to quickly change direction, and leapt ontop of the recliner and then slid down to the floor. She threw another handful of grapes at Oliver; this time she saw the grapes splatter against the glass and slowly slide down the window leaving a trail of juice. She made a face before she started running again. She was running out of breath and Oliver was closing in on her. She ran to one side of the couch as Oliver ran to the other side. She reached into the bowl to grab a handful of grapes again to realize that her fingers scraped the bottom of the bowl. She was out of ammunition. Panicked, Katie looked down and saw two very sad looking grapes at the bottom. She looked up to find Oliver grinning madly.
It now was only a matter of time.
Oliver roared like a madman and lunged over the couch and grabbed one of her legs. Katie shrieked as she tried to break free. Just when she thought all was lost, she hear a loud banging upstairs.
"YOU KEEP IT DOWN! KEEP IT DOWN OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!"
Oliver immediately let go and Katie tumbled forward hitting the ground.
Katie sat up on the floor still panting and giggling and yelled, "I'M SO SORRY MRS. MCCLOWSKEY!"
Oliver brushed the grapes away and took a seat next to Katie and chuckled. Suddenly, their eyes met. Katie tried to stop looking into his dark brown eyes, but found it almost impossible to tear herself away from his gaze. She could feel herself heating up and starting to blush. Suddenly, a magazine slid of the couch and hit the ground with a loud thump and broke thier gaze. Both scrambled to reach for the bowl and get the last two grapes in the bowl. Oliver with his lanky arms managed to grab the bowl, but Katie swiftly reached into the bowl stealing the grapes and stuffed them into her mouth. By the time Oliver looked up from his empty bowl, he saw Katie smile and start munching.
Oliver moaned and smiled back at Katie as she jumped up and walked back to her room. On her way, she picked up the fashion magazine that was knocked to the floor, feeling something thick in between the pages of the magazine. She flipped it open to reveal a very worn "Quidditch Through the Ages."
Katie laughed and held up the book. "Old habits die hard huh? Do you want to explain this to me?" Katie said in the most serious tone she could muster.
Oliver looked embarassed and shrugged. He bit his lip and started to blush. "I guess, I was just trying to make conversation."
"Well, I'm studying architecture and a little art history... not fashion." she sighed and smiled. "Oliver Wood, you have not changed one bit..." Katie added.
"And I'm assuming you think you have?" He looked up at her and smiled. "So you want to tell me what's so different about the new Katie Bell?" He stood up and was suddenly uncomfortably close to her. Her first instinct was to back away, but her feet were glued to the ground. She slowly looked up and took in the smell of his hair.
Without further warning, a loud explosion rattled the entire apartment and water started seeping down through the floor above, showering the both of them. Katie cried in shock as Oliver quickly grabbed Katie's arm, and led her our of the apartment. At least she wouldn't have to clean up the grape mess tonight.
I realize that I am a complete sappy mcsapsap, but I figure I needed a summer project... (last year I learned all the moves to "Thriller")But what's a better summer project than writing a story? Thanks for all the reviews... I'm thanking in advance here. Also, this story takes place in Boston, because in the next chapter I make some allusions. I decided on the little fashion insert because Courture Collections are out and well... they're fun.