Our Secret little Rendezvous

The last time

📌 Written by Im_a_weirdoo20

———————— Chapter 29

Oliver and Penelope are loving this new dynamic in their relationship.

Smartass and blue bird, green and blue, Oliver and Penelope. Them. They seem to always find Oliver and George's apartment with only them, seeming like George seems to only ever want to sleep over at Trevor's... if you know what I mean.

So that's why Oliver and Penelope are currently setting up a pillow fort in Oliver's living room, as Olivers bedroom is filled with some expensive things."Oliver!" Penelope squeals as Oliver throws a pillow softly at her face.

She's in one of his green shirts, which goes mid-thigh, with a pair of booty shorts, which are invisible to his eye.

Which gets Oliver to lose his attention every now and then, as no matter how long he has known her and her body, he still is fascinated by it.

"Hey!" she says, then whistles and points to her eyes, "my eyes are up here." She tells him.

"Yes, and I love them, and they are gorgeous, blue." He pauses a second, as if contemplating his next line to be spoken, "but, butt."

"You really are a dork." She tells him, throwing him back him pillow with force. "I love it when you call me that." He says to himself quietly, which Penelope hears.

"Come on, are you going to help me, or just stare at my ass?" she asks him, amusement playing in her tone.

"I would prefer the second option, but who said I couldn't do both."

"Now, come on. Lets finish this." She says to him, eyes gleaming with excitement. He laughs slightly to himself, taking in her small frame working on the pillow fort.

They are literally children. 20-year-old children.

I mean, yes, pillow forts a fun thing to make and to have. And yes, this will only be used for playing card games and nothing else.

"Oliver." Blue snaps him out of his trance, "are you staring at my ass, smartASS?" She asks him amused, and while exagersting the ass in smartass.

"No." he was telling the truth this time. "Then what is going on in that little head of yours, Jr?"

"I- I just started thinking of something."

"Do tell, but only if you wish to."

"I- I just started to feel really guilty about something... about how much I've eaten over the past few months."

"Oh, Ollie." She says sympathetically, as she walks over to him, taking his broken looking face in her hands.

"You know, you can get through this, I know you can get through this. Those last three months, you've seemed happier than ive ever seen you. You can get through this, and I will be by your side, helping you through it." He looks in her chocolate orbs, searching them for some sort of validation, saying that what she is say, is true.

He can't find it, but he knows, deep down, shes telling him the truth. "I know that Pen, I just, this is the longest ive gone, in the past 15 years, without feeling guilty about my eating, and here I am now; trying to count all of the calories ive eaten in that time, and trying to think of ways to get rid of that extra weight its given me. I hate it, but that's who I am." He slides his hands around her waist, and pulls her closer to himself, embracing her in a hug he needs.

He hands move to his back, and she feels a bit of muscles, that have grown on his back.He takes a breathe of her. "We'll get through this." She whispers out to him, hoping what she has said, catches him.

"Thank you, my little blue bird." He whispers back, telling her he has caught her message.

"Now," she pulls away, and places her hands on his shoulders, capturing his attention, "Lets take that fort down, and dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light."

"di-did you just make a Taylor Swift reference?" he asks her, with his face lighting up.

"Yes, yes I did." She laughs out, and runs away from him, taking everything back to their respectable places. Olivers pillows into his room, Georges pillows and blankets back into his room, and places the couches back into their respectful places.

"Come on." She grabs his hands, and drags him into the kitchen.

"Let's not turn this into a full All Too Well situation." He whispers out, and she doesn't hear. They enter the kitchen, and Blue has already connected her phone to his kitchen speaker, and the first song to play is their song.

So It Goes... And they start dancing around, and singing the lyrics to eachother, no, screaming the lyrics to one another. "COME HERE DRESSED IN BLACK NOW" she screasm out.

"SO, SO, SO IT GOES."

"SCRATCHES DOWN YOUR BACK NOW."

"So, So, So It Goes." They enjoy that song, but the next one, surprises Oliver. It's his voice, coming from her phone. "Wh-what is this?" he asks her, "When did you record this?"

"This is you singing, Enchanted by Taylor, I recorded it when you first played it to me." She tells him calmly, taking his hands in hers, and they begin swaying away to his musical ability, and soft melody. He chuckles to himself.

"You know, before we started dating, I was trying to flirt with you, telling you that whenever I heard this song, I thought of you. But you were oblivious of me. I had liked you for 2 months before we had our first date."

"Wait. Really?" she can't believe the truths coming out of his mouth.

"Yeah, really." She smiling up at him, with him mirrir her smile and looking down at her.

He leans down and captures her lips in his, in one swift kiss, before pulling away.

"Ok, I think it's at about bed time." He whispers out to her.

"I think so too." She tell him, noticing a small smirk come across his face. Without them knowing what the future had ahead for them, that night, would be their last night together for a while.

A while. Because in the morning when they woke, they woke up to Micah eantering George's apartment, and entering Oliver's room.

Oliver was awake, and shirtless, Penelope was awake, and in his sweatshirt. Oliver looked over at micah, wide eyed. "Dude. I can explain." He says quickly.

"'ant abn aleahirati! kayf tajruu! ya abn eahirat alati taealamt turuqaha!" Is all Micah says.

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I'm sorry for the late update...anyway it's about to get interesting.