Chapter 8

"So, did you have a fun day today dear?" Gram asked as she cooked dinner

"Yeah, I did," Olivia answered, looking up from her songbook at the kitchen table. She had been doodling all over the page that Somebody was written on.

"I'm glad," Gram said, turning back to the vegetables she was cutting for the salad, "But, next time, can you come back and let me know if the original plans have changed? Just so I'm sure where you are."
"I will, I promise," Olivia promised, "I'm sorry I worried you."
"It's all right dear. So, what were you and Wen up to?"
Olivia turned a little pink at Wen's name, but her grandmother couldn't see because she was turned away.

"Um, we just hung out a little. Wrote a song, had lunch, and baked cupcakes with Georgie."

"Oh, you wrote a song?"

"Yeah, well I wrote some lyrics last night and apparently he wrote some music, too and we just put it together and it happened to work really well."

"That's nice, I'd like to hear it sometime."
"Of course, but I don't know the piece all that well so I'd have to ask Wen."

"That's fine, dear. Will you help set the table?"

"Yeah," Olivia shut her song book, pushed it to the side of the table, stood up and went to get the plates and utensils.

She set them around the table and went to the fridge, "Gram, what do you want to drink?"

"Water's fine," Gram answered.

Olivia grabbed some glasses and filled them with water and put them on the table.

"So what're we having?"

"Mashed potatoes, salad, and chicken," Gram replied, putting two dishes down on the table. She went back to the kitchen table to get the last dish.

"Sounds delicious," Olivia said.

They began to eat.

~Wen's House~

"So, Wen," Wen's dad began, "Olivia seems like a nice girl."
Wen stopped mid-bite and froze. He put his fork down on the table, "Um, yeah," he took a large gulp of water.

Georgie piped up, "I love Livy!"

"Livy?" Wen's dad asked.

"That's what I call her. She's real pretty and nice, don't you think, Wen?" Georgie asked, turning to Wen.

Wen choked on his water, "Yeah," he gasped, "Really pretty and nice."

"Mmhmm," Georgie said smugly.

Sydney spoke up, "That was a very pretty song you guys came up with earlier today."

"Oh, well Olivia wrote it, I just had the melody."

"She's a very talented writer," Sydney said.

"How come we haven't met her before? She goes to your school, doesn't she?" Wen's dad asked.

"Yeah, she does. We've gone to the same school since first grade. But, we've never really been friends. We just knew each other."

"Well, I'm glad you met her now. It's nice to meet new people."
"Yeah, it is."

Wen went back to his food.

~Olivia's House~
"Gram, that was a delicious dinner," Olivia said, standing up from the table.

"Well, thank you. I'm glad you liked it."

Olivia walked over to the sink and began doing the dishes.

"Olivia, sweetie?"

"Yes?"
"I think I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed. I'm very tired today," Gram smiled at her granddaughter.

"All right, Gram," Olivia said, "Have a good night's rest. I'll finish cleaning up here."
Olivia went back to the dishes reminiscing back on her day and the quality time she had spent with Wen. It had been a short time so far that she was in London and she had already managed to befriend her longtime crush. "If I only knew it was this easy to talk to him years ago," Olivia thought to herself, washing the last plate.

She grabbed some paper towels and began to dry the dishes.

"Somebody, Somebody, yeah, Somehow, Someday, Someway, Somebody," she sang softly under her breath, imagining Wen's voice singing a harmony underneath hers.

When she finished, she put all the dishes away, grabbed her song book, and headed up the stairs to her room. She put her song book down on the table and glanced at the mirror on the wall and realized she was still wearing Wen's shirt.

"Oh, I'll give it back to him tomorrow," Olivia murmured.

Not really wanting to take it off, Olivia changed into her pajama bottoms, but kept the shirt on. She brushed her teeth and splashed her face with some water. Then, Olivia sat on her bed, laid down and began to read her book. But, unable to concentrate, her thoughts drifted back to Wen.

~Wen's House~

Wen trudged back up the stairs to his room. That was the most awkward dinner he had ever had. He was fine about talking about Floey and Azra. He was even pretty okay with talking about his and Azra's relationship, when they had one. But, talking about Olivia was different. It was more personal to him and it just felt like they were invading his privacy. Especially Sydney and her 'she's so nice and has beautiful voice' comments. Wen just wanted to keep Olivia's voice to himself. It was gorgeous, and he had never met anyone that had as beautiful a voice as her.

He changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth. Wen lay back in his bed and relived his day and Olivia's beautiful voice over and over again in his mind. That shy and quiet girl that he had never seemed to notice before or bothered to notice now had seemed to have taken over his brain.

That was Chapter 8! I've only gotten one review, but I decided to update again anyways…for the third time in a row! Aren't you proud of me? I figured I owed you guys because I hadn't updated for awhile because of vacation and school starting. And, I have school tomorrow, so it will probably be around a week again before I update again. Junior year's crazy! So, anyways, I figured this would hold you guys up until I update again. Hopefully, I'll be able to update by next Friday. But, I'm teaching voice that night, so we'll see. Anyways, love you all!

XOXOXO Bubblelina15