"Dinner is..." Oliver looked up at Katie with a smile only to realize that she sat silently on the couch with her arms propped on her knees staring at her feet. "Served?" he said as he put down the skillet and walked towards her.

She still sat on the couch not paying attention to him. Another tear streaked down her face and fell onto the hardwood floor.

"Woah, woah, woah. Katie? Who said you could turn on the waterworks?" he gently placed a hand on her back and sat down on the armrest of the couch. He looked into the box and saw a large computer monitor with a string of chili pepper lights around it. Oliver stood up and lifted the big box off of the couch and placed it on the floor and then took a seat next to her. He opened his mouth to speak, decided against it, but then realized that he had to say something. "Well, I know from now on to get you LCD screens."

He placed a hand on her back and she started sobbing. Oliver reached for her feet and propped them up on his legs and then placed his arm around her knees so she was facing him. He put his forehead against hers but the tears just wouldn't stop.

He gave her a hug and said, "Everything's going to be okay."

Katie choked back a sob and said bitterly, "Exes can be such a bitch." She sat up trying to reach for a Kleenex, but Oliver beat her to it and handed her the entire box. She wiped her eyes and sunk back into the couch.

"I bet they can." Oliver said as he hesitated again. "Wanna tell me about it?" He looked at her again.

Katie looked up at him and said, "You'll think I'm ridiculous. I mean I think it's ridiculous."

"I'll be the judge of that." Oliver said as he looked straight into her eyes.

"Just we've been on this huge cycle of breaking up and getting back together and breaking up again. It's just been hard. And every once and a while, I'll get a letter that'll be like I miss you and then the next day he'll send another saying that he hates me and it's just awful. He just said I wasn't the ONE. And then we've just been dating for such a long time that I thought I knew him and then we break up and he goes out every night and it just made me wonder if I knew him at all because we never did that while we were dating. He wasn't right for me, but it didn't mean that I loved him any less. That was the monitor I gave him when his burnt out." Katie wiped a tear away and looked up at him.

"Well, I knew he was a flighty bastard the moment I laid eyes on him." Oliver put his hand ontop of hers.

"No you didn't, Oliver. You called him a strapping young lad." Katie copied Oliver's accent and then sighed and then snifled. Both of them sat in silence as Oliver held Katie's hand gently, running his thumb over her knuckles.

A smile crept up on Katie's face.

"What Katie? What?" Oliver asked her impatiently. "What's making you smile?" he added, much relieved at this point.

"You answered the door right?" Katie asked.

Oliver nodded still confused.

"We'll you're a strapping young lad yourself." Katie said, and her smile grew.

"You're using me as MEAT!" he said and pouted, but not very successfully because the corners of his mouth kept on creeping up. "Well, you'll be glad that I had just finished showering and answered the door dripping and he got to see Oliver Wood in all of his glory, that couldn't be covered up in your tiny pink towel." and flexed as he spoke to her.

And Katie laughed. She laughed so hard that she had to slide all the way down on the couch and clutch her stomach. And then, she laughed a little more.

"Thank God Katie. You continued that crying any longer, the people downstairs were going to think that water heater exploded." Oliver using his fist to playfully jab at Katie's chin.

She did the only thing she could at the moment and grabbed a pillow off the couch and hit him with it.

He immediadely grabbed at her feet preventing Katie from escaping. "Katie, you shouldn't do that. It's unkind." he said sill trying to keep her legs under control.

Katie sat up and tried to use her hands to break free of Oliver's grip on her legs. Failing miserably she decided to push Oliver down on the couch. She realized she pushed just a little too hard when both of them fell on the floor with a loud thump. She looked over at Oliver noticing that he had let go of her legs. Katie started panicking, unsure if he had hit his head on the coffee table when they fell.

"Oliver?" she cried as she crawled up near him.

Silence.

"Oliver?" she said even less sure of herself and she proceeded to shake him.

Silence.

It was at this time Katie started to stand up and make a run for the phone just as Oliver groaned and grabbed her hand pull her ontop of him.

"I see stars and oh, look I must be in heaven because I see an angel." Oliver said and smiled weakly.

Katie was shocked. It was the most ridiculous, cheesy thing she had ever heard. Her mind raced to try and find all the good comebacks that she could try and say to him. Instead, she simply raised her hand to playfully punch him in the arm.

But before the punch could connect with his arm, Oliver grabbed Katie and kissed her, and she let her fist fall to her side.

Sigh. Sappy McSapSap. This is what happens when I decide that it's a brilliant idea to go to some exotic country and work for the summer and the guy I have a crush on forgets to tell me that although he IS in fact in the same country, he's merely on the other side of it. So I end up miserable and alone and working 10 hour days posting chapters everyday! Yay!

BUT I am in a better mood than most because tomorrow is Friday AND my friend knowing my complete patheticness bought me a copy of "Dieux de Stade" for Bastille Day! Yay! So I have muscley rugby men to keep me company! Hmm. AND I got a special IM from the special cute boy on the other side of the country. Sigh. Falls off chair.

Oh, AND I figured out how to do the line-thingie, so now I can separate parts of my stories, so they're not all connected together because everytime I do a little line of stars they all disappear. Thanks for the comments! Yay!