Sorry Guys *Not really sure what happened when I copied and pasted this chapter over from google docs but it should be fixed now!
Felicity had no intention of going to that party. She was just going to sit on the couch with a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and watch chick flicks until she fell asleep. But the music he was playing was so loud. And it was good music. It was enticing. She nearly got up 3 times but stopped herself before she got to the door.
"I could just go for minute." She said to herself. But she knew she couldn't just go for a minute. He would never let her do that. "As soon as I walk in he'll see me. He's probably waiting for me by the door." She groaned. This was not supposed to happen.
Life here was supposed to be easier. 9 to 5 job and visits to the library, maybe the gym, occasionally the coffee shop, but no guys. That was her rule. "But I guess I never could follow my own rules." She said, cursing herself for changing her mind. She stuffed her phone in her pocket along with a key to her apartment and left.
The door to his room was cracked open, music flowing through it like a speaker. There were quite a few people in the considering his apartment was hardly bigger than hers. But she didn't recognize a single one of them. That is, until she saw Oliver. Her knees went weak as he smiled at her. She hoped he didn't notice. He was talking to another man but ended the conversation right away and walked toward her.
"You decided to come!" He seemed really happy to see her but he was also probably drunk. "What changed your mind?" He asked. "
Like I could get anything done while you're blasting music in here." She said. It was true. How was she supposed to forget about him with his music interrupting her every thought? "Nobodies even dancing."
"Those people are." He pointed to the corner if the room where the music was coming from. A group of people were dancing. Most of them were just making out, but some of them were dancing. "But you don't dance."
"No I do not. Look I really don't know why I came I guess I was just curious. But I think I'm good now."
"Oh no, you are not going back home. What are you going to do there anyway? Watch chick flicks?"
"How did you know?"
"I could just tell. Come on, I'll get you a drink."
"No Oliver I-"
He wouldn't have it. He was going to show her a good time if it was the last thing he did. He felt bad about getting her drunk in order to get her to open up, but it was working. After only a couple drinks she was becoming less defensive and more like herself. "
Why did you move here?" He asked. He wasn't trying to pry but he wanted to know why she was so quick to turn him away when she didn't even know him.
"Needed a fresh start." She said. "My last relationship didn't end that great and I decided after that I needed a change of pace. So I applied for a new job and packed my stuff and left. It's going to be better here. It has to be."
The sadness that spread across her face indicated that he needed to stop. A bad break up was reason enough for the way she reacted around him, and he was going to respect that.
"No more party for you." He said. "I'm taking you home."
"What no? Oliver its only 11:30."
"Yeah but you can't hold your liquor. Besides you're tired, I can tell. Come on."
He dragged her through the crowd shutting the door behind him. It blocked off some of the sound but not all of it. He hoped it would be better inside her apartment.
"Do you have a key?" She nodded searching through her pockets.
"Where did I put it? Oh, I know." She handed him the key and he quickly opened the door and pulled her inside.
It was a lot quieter inside her was an array of DVDs on the coffee table, remnant of what she was doing before. Felicity was crashing right there next to him.
"Here come on let's get you cleaned up." He told her to go get changed while he got her a glass of water but when he came back she was curled up sleeping on the middle of the bed. Her shoes were still on her feet. He laughed as he carefully look them off and turned off the lamp. She would regret that position in the morning but she looked so peaceful in her sleep that he didn't want to bother her.
When he went back to his own place the volume of the music seemed incredibly high.
"I took her home." Oliver said to his friend Tommy. "She fell asleep immediately."
"How drunk did she get?" He asked.
"Not very much." He said grabbing a beer from the cooler.
"She just can't hold her alcohol very well. Plus she was getting too honest and she'd hate me in the morning if I let her say anything else."
"I just find it hard to believe you put her to bed instead of took her to bed. You really are trying to change aren't you?"
"Well it's a little harder than I thought. Having her as a neighbor is just... Its going to be tough. But she said that she moved here because of a bad break-up and I've got to respect that. She's probably not looking for another relationship right now, so I'm not going to push her."
"So what are you going to do?"
Oliver smiled. He had a plan. It might not be a good plan, But it was something.