Gwen
"It's an important question," I ask breathlessly. "Do you have any?"
Oliver looks at me. He looks drunk. "I think I do."
"If not, you'll have to go to Owen. He and Jason will never let you hear the end of it," I say as I hold his shoulder for support.
"I am a hopeful person, although I may not look like one," Oliver replies. He is breathing hard.
"So?" I ask.
"Back when we were taking guitar lessons; I was taking guitar lessons," Oliver replies, "I bought a few."
"Oh," I say.
"Yeah," Oliver says.
A moment later I have another question, "But that was quite long ago, don't they expire?" I ask, confused. I have no idea what I'm talking about.
"Um," Oliver says. "I don't know. Do they?"
I realize he is just as inexperienced as I am.
"I thought you'd have some idea," I say, looking at him. "I mean, you had a really beautiful girlfriend, so..."
"What made you think I would-" Oliver shakes his head. "You also had a boyfriend."
"Eh." I make a face.
"So..." I clear my throat and look up at him as he hovers over me.
"So..." he replies.
"Maybe we should look at the packaging?" I suggest.
Oliver shakes. He laughs, burying his head in my shoulder.
"Maybe we should," he says, trying to stop laughing. I smack his shoulder. He reaches for his bedside drawers to get it.
I have a feeling it's gonna be a long night.
*****
Oliver pauses. I look up at him hovering over me. He looks confused.
"Any problem?" I ask him.
"It gives 99 percent safety," Oliver comments, "That's not reassuring."
"Oh, come on!" I say. Oliver sits up.
"Alright, let's get you undressed because you have to put on something else," I say, pulling down his clothes.
"Why does it come in different flavors?" Oliver asks, making a face.
I look at him, "Ever googled?"
Oliver looks at me, "I don't google this stuff."
"Or you can just ask Jason," I shrug.
"Never," Oliver says and pauses. So do I.
"Wow, will you look at that?" I nod, "Little Oliver is not so little and he is saluting me."
Oliver decides not to say anything.
"Alright," I take the package from his hand, tear it and bring out the thing we need, "Let's get you wrapped up, buddy."
"Are you really talking to my-?" Oliver doesn't finish his sentence.
"Well somebody has to. I bet he has been so lonely all this time," I say as I try to figure out how I actually put that on him.
Oliver stays silent. I am here trying to figure out which part is inside and which will go outside. I once saw a girl making a water balloon with it in a vine. That's all experience I have with it.
"I think it goes this way," I say, "Doesn't it?"
Oliver looks down and contemplates, "Probably..."
I turn it over, "Or-"
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