Katie's mind raced wildly as she realized that Oliver Wood was kissing her. She couldn't exactly say that the thought of kissing Oliver hadn't crossed her mind, but she started thinking... no, she started panicking. Oliver ran a hand through her hair. What was all of this supposed to mean? She started to kiss him back. Katie was never a fan of awkward moments and she just couldn't shake the feeling that this would certainly lead to a very awkward situation.

But before she finished the thought, there was a loud banging through the floor, "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATIIIIIEEEE! Is everything okay down there? I heard screaming. If you're in trouble just tell me. I'll bring down some brownies... remember the code BROWNIES?!?" Katie heard a click from upstairs probably from her elderly neighbor cocking a gun.

Katie and Oliver both sat up and broke apart as if they were back at Hogwarts and had been walked in on by a Professor.

"No, no it's fine. I just dropped my books..." Katie said and paused for a moment hoping that it would be convincing enough.

Oliver shot her a look.

"-on my foot. Yeah, I dropped them on my foot. It just really hurt and I've been hopping around." Katie looked up at Oliver hoping it would be enough to convince her pro-NRA gun toting friend upstairs from blasting through her door.

"Oh okay Katie. I was just worried. You put some ice on that and stop all that studying you're doing. How are you going to catch the eye of that cute young man I've seen around your apartment?" the voice upstairs said, and then chuckled.

If Katie was waiting for an awkward moment, this was it. She turned a bright shade of pink and then jumped up making sure to turn away from Oliver. "I better go and make sure she doesn't phone the police," she said darted out the door before Oliver had time to remind her to limp upstairs.

When she returned, the rest of the afternoon was exactly as Katie had imagined it. Awkward. She and Oliver had avoided each other all afternoon allowing her to seriously concentrate on memorizing all of the facts for her art history class. Well, that is until she could feel his eyes on her and then she's glance up to see him engrossed in some awful Sunday afternoon movie. She would then read a few glossy pages in her art book and then feel him looking at her again, but when she looked up he would be reading a magazine or doing something else. Katie looked at Oliver carefully, he seemed completely unaware of her looking at him as he sat in the couch with his legs propped up on the ottoman watching re-runs of House M.D. and hugging a crocheted pillow to his chest.

Katie was getting hungry and Oliver wasn't cooking. Was this some kind of hint to her that she would have to acknowledge his presence before he would cook for her? Katie wondered. Maybe she should talk to him and make some useless conversation. She looked back up at him watching tv. Maybe she was just spoiled, after all, Oliver was her flatmate not her chef. He was nice enough to cook for her in the past but it doesn't mean she should expect if of him. Maybe that was it. She looked up again at him and her stomach grumbled a bit. Katie decisively picked up the phone and dialed the Chinese place down the street.

Oliver immediately looked up from the tv and gave Katie a confused look, but before Katie could wonder what he could possibly mean by it, he returned to watching his tv show.

Before long, the doorbell rang and Katie ran to get the delivery and after giving the delivery guy a large tip, the plastic handles on the bag broke and she struggled to get all the cartons of food back to the coffee table. Oliver noticing, jumped up from the couch and walked over to help her with the large pile of little Chinese take out boxes she was trying desperately to balance. He took two of the top boxes and when he reached for the third box, he accidently brushed into her hands making her tense up and shiver.

"Do we need to talk about this?" Oliver looked up and into Katie's eyes. He seemed to be extremely uncomfortable about the situation they were currently in, shifting his weight from one leg to the other and back again.

"No, no. We're both adults. I think we'll be fine. I'll take the egg rolls and be in my room if you need anything. I've got to get all of these paintings memorized anyway." Katie gave him her most convicing smile she could manage, but Katie wasn't exactly okay. She was far from it and her stomach churned with turmoil, but it wasn't something she could make better by talking to Oliver. She realized that she wouldn't have anything to tell him anyway.

Oliver seemed to be relieved that the awkwardness for the night had died down, but he would soon regret not talking to Katie. He turned on the tv and watched another silly tv made for movie until he retired to his room for the night.

The next morning, Oliver heard some klinking of silverware and running water coming from the kitchen. He dismissed it as a dream, but when he heard the gurgling of the coffeemaker and the scent wafting into the room, he jumped up ready for a cup, sure that he could make all the awkwardness yesterday pass.

"Katie, is that coffee?" Oliver walked towards the kitchen.

He suddenly realized that there was chattering coming from the kitchen that suddenly stopped. He approached the kitchen.

"Oliver, I'm really sorry but I didn't exactly make enough for-" Katie trailed off as she looked at Oliver staring at the man with a bluish-gray sweater leaning against the counter, who also happened to be the same man who dropped off the box at her apartment the other day. "Oliver this is my-"

"I know who he is." Oliver said as he clenched his fists.

The man, realizing Oliver's cold greeting, looked down at his own extended hand ready for a handshake, and slowly retracted it.

"Okay, Katie, I'm going out for a run and won't be back for a while. Be careful with that one," Oliver pointed to one of the burners on the stove while he looked unwaveringly at the man. "I would hate for you to get burned."

With that, he was off.

Poor Oliver. Somebody take that poor boy home.

Short chapter... I know, but you can definitely blame that on the fact that: 1) my big nasty project at work is due at the end of this week, 2) my friend came to town to visit me so we've been planning weekend jaunts everywhere, 3) he's been freaking out about the GREs so I figure I should be studying too and 4) I bought Sherlock Holmes Complete Novels and Stories and its been raining... so there's nothing better than reading murder mysteries when its raining outside.

Thanks for all of the reviews and I promise I'll get back to responsing to all of them at some point. Just like I'll force myself to write a chapter every few days. Cheers.