The boy & the brownies.

Four.

A/N
I just want to dedicate this chapter to denhoedk, she's been great. Voting and commenting on my stories and I kinda just needed that extra push to keep writing. So thanks denhoedk for being great! Enjoy the chapter!
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"How long has it been since you've been outside, or went around town or something?"
"A few weeks." I answer.
"Then it's decided, we're going out today." Says Oliver. I whip my head around.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Why?" He asks. I grab the mugs and walk back to the counter, placing the mug in front of Oliver. I grab mine and take a seat next to him.
"My mom, was someone everybody knew. It's a small town, everybody knows she's gone. People used to smile, and wave, have conversations with my mom. She was like that, she could make people want to talk with her just by smiling. This town, these people are filled with too many memories of her." I tell him. Trying to blink the tears away.
"Yea but Chai, if you don't get out now. When will you ever get out?" And I know he's right. Buts it's hard.
"It's hard Oliver."
"Life is hard, you just gotta go with it and face your problems head on." He tells me. I nod. I need to do this. It's been a few weeks, since I've gone out.
"Let me change." I tell him as I climb the stairs to my bedroom. I quickly change out of my sweatpants and tank top and throw on some jeans and a band t-shirt. I hop down the stairs.
"Ready?" Asks Oliver. I nod.
"Yea."
We walk out of my house, me locking the door. He has a car. It's black, and small. I slide into the passenger seat. He starts the car and we're off. We drive for about fifteen minutes until we arrive in front of a park.
"Why are we here?" I ask as I look at the skate park over to the left. I used to come here, I used to skateboard. My mom would watch me from the park bench. And every time I did a trick, she would clap and smile. I used to think it was embarrassing, now I wish she was still here, cheering me on.
"I saw a skateboard in your living room one day. I brought it, I'm pretty sure it's your's. I skate to." He says, jogging back to his car and pulling two skate boards out of the trunk. Mine, the old and paint chipped one, his the new and cool looking one. He comes to me, handing me the board. I take it, holding it tightly. It's another memory of my mom.
"Wanna board?" He asks, smiling. I shrug. I don't really want to but it seems like it will make Oliver happy. We walk over to the park. Only a few kids are there, which I like. And we begin.
It's been an hour. We've been skate boarding for an hour. And Oliver tells me I'm great. But the whole time, there's only one question running through my mind. Why is he doing this?
And so we stopped, we took a seat on the bench.
"Did you have fun?" Asks Oliver. I nod.
"Yea, haven't been boarding in a while." And he's about to answer but I cut him off with the question I've been itching to ask him all day.
"Oliver, why are you doing this?" I ask him. He sighs, like he's been expecting me to ask this question.
"Chai, sometimes people just need a friend. And no offense but you didn't have one, even though you deserve one. So I'm here. I'm your friend." He tells me. And I smiled. I smile for the first time in six months. It wasn't big, or necessarily pretty. But it was a smile. A genuine smile. And for me and Oliver, that was good enough.

"BROWNIES!" Shouts Oliver as we enter my house. I don't laugh, I can't. But a smile tugs at my lips.
"Take a seat, I'll get the brownies and make some hot coco." I tell him. He takes a seat at the counter and I head back to the kitchen. It's kinda weird to drink hot coco in the summer but we all have out weird fetishes.
I pull the brownies out of the fridge and spray whip cream on half of them. The hot coco is prepared quickly. So I grab the mugs and place one in front of Oliver, the other next to him. I then walk back to the kitchen and grab the brownies, handing the plate to Oliver. I sit down next to him, sipping my hot coco.
"You smiled today." He says. I nod.
"I did."
"I'm glad you did," He tells me.
"Yea, so am I."