Amber- Hi! Last chapter! I really hope you like it.

Danny- /Eye twitches/ I can't believe you wrote something like this.

Amber- At least I finished it, right? ^_^

Danny- /Sighs/ whatever. I'm just glad you don't know own Beyblade.

BunBun- Warnings are yaoi and cross dressing... well no cross dressing in this chapter.

-Chapter 8-

Oliver bit the inside of his cheek as Caressa stared him down. She had gotten back and walked right past him, mumbling something to herself that he couldn't even begin to make out. The next day, he was going to refuse to come out again, but when he left to make something, Caressa blocked the entrance to his room.

"Uh... Caressa..." he gulped, shifting nervously, "you're blocking the door," he mumbled.

"Oh, don't I know it," she placed her hands on her hips, "I am not letting you coop yourself up all day and wallow in misery," she huffed.

"But-"

"No buts! You are getting out of this mansion today whether you like it or not, do you understand me?" she demanded.

Oliver took a step back, his eyes wide, and he held his hands up defensively, "Yes?" he squeaked out, Caressa was scary when she was mad.

"Good!" she walked up to him and linked her arm with his, "I'm bringing out at as Oliver, not Amorette. Amorette is never going to come back," she said, grinning at him. "She left the country and is not permitted to return, kay?"

"Caressa..."

"I had a little chat with Enrique," Caressa admitted, "I found out what made you upset," seeing the frown that placed it's self on Oliver's face, she continued, "and I want to make it up to you."

Oliver gave her a confused look, "Make it up to me?" he wondered.

Caressa nodded, "If it weren't for me, you would have never been in that position," she said softly, "If I hadn't pushed you.."

"But I went along with the idea," Oliver cut it, "It wasn't your fault. You came up with a good idea, it just needed a little tweaking I suppose," he gave her a half-smile, causing her to let out a small laugh.

"Maybe," she gained a puppy-dog look, "So you aren't mad at me?" she asked hopefully.

Oliver laughed, shaking his head, "No, I'm not mad at you Caressa."

Caressa sighed in relief, "That's good," she nearly jumped in remembrance as they walked down a street, "By the way, it's almost time for me to go to Italy..."

Oliver's eyes widened and he looked down, "Oh..." It would feel odd without Caressa again, he didn't want her to go so soon. It had felt like she had just gotten there.

"But," she leaned down to look at Oliver's face, "I called my Mom and she said that if I wanted to, and I could find somewhere to stay, I was allowed to stay here for the rest of the summer," she smiled hopefully at the boy.

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise and a smile lit up his face, "Really?" he asked happily, "You can stay with me! We still have a lot of catching up to do since it's been so long and all we've been doing is trying to get Enrique to," he cut himself off and shook his head, "No, today will be about us, no Enrique."

He looked straight ahead, a wide smile on his face. He didn't notice the forced smile and guilty look sent his way by Caressa.

Oooo

"Where are we?" Oliver questioned, walking through the path surrounded by flowers.

Caressa shot the boy a look, "Don't act like you don't know where we are," she stated bluntly and then smiled, "you've had a lot of memories here, haven't you?" she asked softly.

Oliver looked around and his eyes widened, "Ah, this is..." he smirked, "I haven't been here in years."

Caressa blinked in surprise, spun around, and clapped her hands on his shoulder's, staring at the boy intently, "What do you mean you haven't been here in years?" she demanded.

He shrugged, "I stopped coming here after... after I met Enrique."

Caressa hummed, "You met Enrique here?"

"Yea," he nodded, "I was... upset because it was a little after I started cooking and I thought I had made something really well and Father..." he trailed off, looking away. "I got really upset, so I ran here," he gazed fondly at the scenery before him, "And Enrique just showed up. He demanded to know why I was crying and," he cut himself off, blushing lightly.

"He what?" Caressa asked, grinning at the boy.

Oliver shook his head, "Never mind, this is also the place we always came when we were having troubles at home."

"Where we said good-bye," Caressa breathed out and they continued along the path. "I was never able to find somewhere as magical as this and no one to become the best friend you were," she looked over at him, smiling.

Oliver didn't even try and stop the smile that was quirking at his lips.

"Which is why I really hope you don't hate me for this."

The smile instantly dropped and his stomach filled with butterflies, "What?" he choked out.

Caressa gave him in apologetic look and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to the center of the garden, "I know you said that today was going to be Enrique free, but... I also told you that I went to talk to him and was going to do everything in my power to make things right," she hummed, "Though you were asleep when I told you that."

"Caressa?" Oliver asked in confusion and gazed past her, his eyes widened when he saw the said Italian boy sitting on a bench, smiling nervously at him.

"Sorry, sweetie."

Oliver was frozen in place, unable to move when Enrique slowly rose from the bench and walked over to him cautiously, he knew he should run, or turn away or do something!

He couldn't though.

"Oliver..." Enrique breathed out and when Caressa moved out of the way, unable to stop himself, enveloped the boy in a tight hug, "I'm sorry," he whispered and pulled away. "I've done a lot of thinking and a lot of talking and..." he sighed. "I-" he was cut off.

"Don't apologize," Oliver finally found his voice, "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have even done anything, come up with another plan or-" He cut himself off, blushing lightly and Enrique smiled lightly at him, guiding him to the bench.

Neither of them noticed how Caressa had excused herself.

"I was hurting you," Enrique mumbled, looking down, "And I didn't even realize it. I didn't even realize I was hurting my best friend."

"It's not your fault," Oliver said softly, "You can't help the way you feel toward girls, I mean, you're not the only one who acts that way in the world."

Enrique frowned, "But," he shook his head and took Oliver's hands in his, staring at the boy intently and enjoying the way his face bloomed red, "I'm sorry," he repeated, "And I want to do anything I can to make that, and for hurting you even more during the date, up to you in anyway again."

Oliver's heart thumped erratically in his chest, thinking about the date, he had to know.

"Why did you ask me out on a date when you knew I was Amorette?" he questioned quietly.

Enrique dropped the pale hands and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I, that's... it was to get back to you at first," he confessed, "But then I forgot about that. I mean, you were just sitting there, acting all cute, and I just... forgot about it."

Oliver gripped the hem of his shirt, "C-cute?" he stuttered out.

Enrique nodded and leaned forward slightly, "I.. I really wanted to do it. I wanted to... kiss you, you as in Oliver. Not Amorette or any other girl I've dated."

"R-really?" he stuttered out, pressing his lips together unconsciously.

Enrique nodded, lifting Oliver's face up so he would look at him. "And if you'll forgive me... I really want to give this... Give us a try," he gently stroked the boys cheek.

Oliver let out a choked laugh, covering Enrique's hands with his and smiling brightly at him, "That was so cheesy!" he laughed.

Enrique matched his grin, "So... does that mean I'm forgiven?"

Oliver nodded, still laughing happily.

Enrique suddenly blushed. "I- can I... try again?" he whispered, looking extremely nervous.

Oliver stopped laughing, but his eyes still held a twinkle. He smiled brightly and nodded, "Yea... you can," he gulped.

Enrique leaned forward again, gently pressing his lips against Oliver's. He breathed out and pulled Oliver closer to him. When he moved away, Oliver's eyes were closed and his face was flushed.

"Oliver?" he questioned timidly.

Oliver's eyes fluttered opened, "Wow," he mumbled.

Enrique smiled widely and pulled the boy into another tight hug, refusing to let go. He was determined to make up for everything he had done before.

Now just to break the news to everyone.

-End Chapter 8-

Amber- Hope you liked! I think I will be doing more one-shots and stuff for the Oliver to Amorette universe that I wanted to add in the story, but it just didn't really fit anywhere. Like telling everyone, there will be stuff for that! I just don't know when yet! Hope you liked again and review please and thank you!