Amber- A new chapter! I'm almost done!
Danny- It wasn't a very long fic, was it?
Amber-...Shaddup, I was gonna make it longer, but the story just kind of took on a life of it's own, that always happens!
BunBun- That's because you don't how to take good care of your ideas.
Amber- Shaddup and just get on with the disclaimer and warnings!
Danny- /Snickers/ Okay, Amber does not own Beyblade and you should be eternally grateful for that!
Amber- Hey!
BunBun- Warnings are, yaoi and crossdressing boys.
Amber-...Danny is being mean to me again /Cries/ please enjoy the chapter...
-Chapter 7-
Caressa tip-toed into the dark kitchen and let out a sigh of relief when she saw a figure hunched over the stove. She flicked the light on and made her way over to the boy, "Oh Oliver, thank god you finally came out of your room," she placed a hand on his shoulder and turned the boy around. The corner of her mouth twitched when she saw the state he was in, "He's asleep..."
Caressa shook her head and went behind the boy. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly guided him out of the kitchen and down the hall, "I knew you slept talked, but I had no clue you slept walked too," she murmured to him.
She reached his room and opened the door. She forced him onto the bed and covered him up, giving his sleeping form a soft smile, "I don't know what happened exactly, but I promise I will do anything in my power to help fix it," she promised him, her eyes drooping.
She would never be able to live with herself if this was all her fault. If her plan caused so much distress to her best friend, she didn't know what she would do. She had been planning to call up her parents and request that she stay in France the rest of the summer rather then go to Italy like originally planned, but maybe...
Maybe she should just leave, after she founds out what happened, maybe it would be better.
It sounded kind of selfish to her, she would admit, like feeling sorry for herself, but she didn't want to put any more strain on the boy in front of her. It would hurt her too.
Caressa let out one last sigh and turned around, walking out of the room and she whispered a soft, "Goodnight."
Caressa got about half way down the hall of her room and by that time she was nearly falling asleep where she stood, she was so tired. She had been up most of the night trying to convince Oliver to open the door for her, but the boy just wouldn't budge.
She paused, her head falling, but a ringing sound made her jump and look at a hall table, placed on it was a phone. A cell phone, Oliver's, had he forgotten it?
She walked over to it and picked it up, shielding her eyes from the light, a missed call.
From Enrique.
Eyes narrowed, she went through her friend's address book and dialed the Italian boy's phone number, her teeth clenched
It ran a few times before a voice came on, "Oh, Oliver! Thank god you called, I-"
Caressa quickly cut him off, "Yea, sorry, not Oliver. It's Caressa and I think you and I need to have a little chat, you hear?"
"I-"
"I want to know exactly what happened," she continued, "What did you to make Ollie so upset, huh?" she hissed into the phone. "Remember the cafe where you came to pick me and Amorette up?"
There was a slight pause, "...Yes."
"Meet me there tomorrow morning, do you understand me?" she demanded.
"...Yes," came the repeated reply.
"Good," Caressa snapped, "And I swear, if you did anything to hurt him I swear-" she cut her self off and then added, "Just know, you will be in a word of hurt."
"I understand."
Caressa huffed and hung the phone up, replacing it at it's spot on the table. She went back to her own room, not even realizing she had said he hurt Oliver, even though when he came home he had been dressed as Amorette.
Enrique tapped his fingers on the table at the cafe. He had gotten there a lot earlier than necessary, his stomach had been twisting in knots almost painfully since he had gotten the call from Caressa.
"You're already here?"
Enrique's head shot up and he saw Caressa walking toward him, a sour look across her face as she took a seat across from him.
"What happened?" Caressa asked, getting straight to the point, "What did you do?"
Enrique looked away, "I found out," he explained, "That... Oliver is Amorette."
Caressa frowned deeply, "You... found out?" She leaned frowned, glaring, "How?"
Enrique sighed and began to explain about how he had over heard her and Oliver talking about how he had to get away so Amorette could come around. How he had come up with a plan, to, in a way, get back at Oliver for deceiving him.
That had gotten ice water poured on his head a lot of odd stares from neighboring tables.
He explained how, with much reluctance and a lot of blushing, how he had almost kissed Oliver and accidentally said his name instead of Amorette's.
Caressa sighed and leaned back in her chair. "So that's what happened," she said, tossing a napkin to Enrique so he could dry himself off a bit, "You shouldn't have done that, it wasn't his fault." she said bluntly, crossing her arms.
"What?" Enrique blinked in surprise.
"Don't be mad at him, it wasn't even his idea to cross dress in the first place, it was mine," she admitted, "He told me about how much seeing you with those girls and ignoring him hurt him and I came up with the whole plan. He was reluctant about it too, but I pushed him," she sighed.
"Wait," Enrique cut in, a frown appeared on his face, "hurt him?"
Caressa let out a choked laugh, "After all of this, you still didn't know what you did wrong?" she scoffed, "Why do you think he went through all of it in the first place?" a sheepish look came over the boy across from her, "Oliver isn't the kind of person to do something that mean just for the fun of it," she chided lightly.
Enrique let his hand drop to the table, "I was hurting him..."
"You're his best friend," Caressa pointed out. "He's mine, but you have a much more deeper place in his heart then I do, one that I can clearly tell goes beyond just the friendship of two boys."
Enrique's eyes widened and his face turned red, could she mean...
Did he feel that way about Oliver?
His heart thumped so loudly in his chest he almost swore that Caressa could hear it when she leaned across the table slightly, looking determinedly at him.
"I have one question for you."
Enrique gulped, "Yes?" he managed to get out with some difficulty.
"How do you feel about Oliver?"
Oliver sat up in his bed, he still felt so tired. He ran a hand through the tangled mess of his hair and sighed, his face felt heavy. He hadn't washed the make-up off the night before. He wasn't even sure when he went to sleep.
He slowly got up and walked toward the door, he just hoped that Caressa hadn't spent the night out there. He wouldn't be surprised if she had with how stubborn the girl was.
He opened the door and leaned against it, his legs still wobbly from sleep. He blinked in surprise and yawned when he saw a note attached to the door. He picked up and nearly fell over. It explained that Caressa had gone out to find something to eat since she herself could not cook and Oliver had spoiled her taste buds.
And that he slept walked, that was the part that nearly made him fall over.
She even signed it with a little drawing in the corner of a sleeping Oliver, though the only reason he could even tell it was him was because of the squiggly arrow pointing to it with his name at the top.
Pliver let out a shuddering breath and shook his head lightly, "Oh Caressa..." he trailed, got dressed, and made his way to the kitchen, he wasn't about to let what happened to him make him depressed. He was going to go about his day like nothing had happened.
Unless he saw Enrique, then that would just put that plan down the drain.
When he finally reached the kitchen, he heard his stomach let out a low growl and he blushed lightly, happy no one had been around to hear it. He made his was over to the cabinets, he was really craving chocolatines right now, maybe he could make extra ones for Caressa for when she got back if she wasn't a;ready full.
He wasn't going to let what happened ruin his day, no matter what, but he couldn't stop the dreadful and guilty feeling that just kept welling up inside him.
He would go about his day like normal.
But that didn't say anything for the day after.
He didn't know what he was going to do then.
-End Chapter 7-
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