Katie came back to an empty and dark apartment with her head throbbing from a day's work. She spent the day at the library and studying and waiting for Oliver to go to sleep so she wouldn't have to face him and his disapproval of her choices. Whatever that kiss meant, or whatever he meant that kiss to mean, if anything at all... well, he certainly didn't expect to wake up and find her ex in the kitchen with her for one. Kissing a girl and then having her ran back to her ex probably isn't the most self-esteem boosting thing that could happen to you.
She opened the fridge to look for something, anything she could heat up. She scanned the contents of her fridge... A jar of pickles, a can of film she still needed to get developed from her trip to Montreal, some orange juice, and some cottage cheese that had been in her fridge for way too long. Oliver obviously didn't cook tonight.
She shook her head and looked into the freezer noticing a huge tub of ice cream. Happy about this, she took a spoon and tried to dig into her ice cream, but it just wouldn't budge. She stuck the entire tub into the microwave for a few seconds, hoping that it would soften the ice cream up.
"Hey." he said startling her.
Katie literally jumped.
He was wearing plaid boxers and rubbing his forehead and while his eyes adjusted to the light. His hair was slightly dishoveled and he gave her a tired smile.
"You're back late" he said in a voice that sounded slightly bitter. He must have realized it too because immediately added in a cheerier voice, "Ice cream. Had I known you ate your ice cream that way I would have bought them in little microwavable tubs." He took the ice cream out of the microwave and did a quick charm so the ice cream scoop started scooping ice cream into a small bowl.
Katie smiled as she watched the small bowl fill up and the scoop rinse itself and store itself in the cupboard.
"How was your visit this morning?" he asked.
"Good. It was a nice chat. There were some things that needed hashing out and some things that needed to be talked over." Katie carefully said, trying to skim over the topic.
Oliver realized this and headed over to the coffee table and brought over a small bag. He opened it to reveal a small slice of cheesecake and handed it over to Katie and rinsed off a fork for her to eat with her ice cream and handed it to her with a napkin.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Oliver said and jumped up on the kitchen counter on the kitchen counter and looked down on Katie slowly eating her cheesecake.
Katie looked up and smiled. She thought about it for a moment and said, "I'm always okay when you're around." She immediately wished she hadn't said it because the moment they left her mouth, it just sounded awfully cheesy. She could hardly stand it.
Apparently neither could Oliver. He was hunched over laughing hysterically, almost loosing his balance on the counter and toppling over into the sink.
Katie scowled and was even more confused. Sure it was cheesy and ridiculous, but it wasn't that funny.
In between gasps for air, Oliver managed to take the napkin from Katie and help her wipe off some chocolate that had been very attractively hanging from the side of her mouth and waved the napkin in front of her face.
Katie blushed. She looked down at her bowl of ice cream before Oliver started laughing again. She dipped her finger into the ice cream and when Oliver stopped laughing, she wiped her chocolatey finger across his chest.
Oliver was in complete shock as he jumped down from the counter and took the bowl of ice cream from Katie and chased after her with it.
She let out a small squeak and ran into the living room and when Oliver cut her off, she changed directions and headed towards her room, but just as she was about to run into the hallway, Oliver's arm was wrapped around her and picked her up off the ground. No matter how she shreiked and flung her arms, he wouldn't put her down on the ground. Oliver started laughing and held up to bowl of ice cream closer to Katie's head and motioned that he might pour the entire bowl on her. Katie let out a shriek.
Just when Katie thought all hope was lost and she would be covered in chocolate ice cream, the door to Oliver's bedroom swung open and out walked a tall blonde wrapped in Oliver's sheets. She shot Oliver a dirty look and Katie felt herself being lowered to the ground.
When she collected herself, Katie sighed and said, "I'm sorry about that. We're kinda loud." Just then, she heard the shower inside the bathroom turn on.
Oliver shrugged and decided to start washing the dishes, leaving Katie alone with her thoughts. She realized that she had gotten exactly what she wanted. Oliver obviously wasn't bothered by what happened this morning, she knew exactly where they stood and moreover, she didn't get covered in chocolate.
That was a good thing right?
Notes: Sorry guys, I've been sick and by sick I mean deathly ill! Serves me right I guess for following my crush to some random country on the other side of the world, he's too precious... but I digress and its probably not reason I'm sick. The reason I'm sick is because I've been a bad girl and eating too little and drinking too much... people feel SO bad for me after I whine that they buy the poor foreign girl rounds at the bar... no, not really, I just discovered absinthe. But I had a talk with him yesterday.
Me: Have you watched the first Harry Potter movie?
Him: No? I'm sorry. Why?
Me: Well, you look like a character in it.
Him: I highly doubt it.
Me: Trust me, you do.
Him: I can never watch movies, they're too long. I'd rather sit under a tree or run.
Me: You run? I never knew you ran. Why didn't you ever tell me you ran?
Him: I'm wearing plaid boxers. Since I'm supposed to tell you everything about me... but no, I don't run, well I do run, sometimes I walk, sometimes I stroll, and sometimes when I'm not walking or strolling... I run.
What a weird/geeky/adorable kid. Oh and he called me pretty and kind!!!!