And it begins again (Awkward's sequel)

Chapter 8

*Michelle's POV*

I looked at the clock and my eyes widened. 12:03. Wow, time really went flying.
"Is Oliver sleeping?" I ask Sam.
"Yeah? He's been asleep for almost 4 hours! Why?" She answers.
"Have you told him anything?" I asked quietly.
"Dude! Of course not!" She said with her eyes wide as saucers. "Why the heck would you think that?! We agreed on not telling him anything" she adds.
"I know we agreed on that! It's just that I feel that he knows something" I explained. Is it me or is Oliver acting weird?
"What would he know?" Sam asked with curiosity.
"I don't know! I just feel like he knows something" I said.
"Ugh! Now I want to figure it out" she whined.
"Well too bad 'cause if we ask him, we might end up telling him" I said. You know what they said, curiosity killed the cat.

*Oliver's POV*

"What are they talking about Mags?" I asked as I stepped away from the door and sat on my bed.
"Um, I-... I don't know..." She said nervously.
"Maggie!" I said. I knew she was lying.
"I-... I really d-don't know" she said nervously again.
"You're lying" I stated since she hated it when I stated that she was lying.
"A-am not!" She said angrily.
"Mhm? Whatever you say Mags... I'm gonna find out sooner or later" I said as I laid in my bed.
"I'm sorry! I can't tell you unless you want me dead that is..." she said quietly before I drifted off to sleep.

Next morning...

"Oliver!!!! Wake up!!!" I snapped my eyes open.
"Huh?!" I asked confused. I look to the other side of the bed and saw Mich laughing her ass off.
"You *laugh* fall for *laugh* it *laugh* every time!" She said between laughs. I rolled my eyes. She would always scare me to wake me up. It's not my fault I get scared of that high pitch scream of hers! I swear, I will get her back someday. And that someday it's today. I got the perfect plan to scare her.
"Yeah, yeah! Stop laughing" I complained.
"But you *laughs* looked so *laughs* funny!" She said trying to calm down. I stood up and left her in my room laughing her ass off. I walked towards the kitchen and found my mom making breakfast.
"Morning mom!" I greet.
"Morning Sweetie" she greets back with a smile.
"Should I go get dressed or eat first?" I asked.
"It won't be ready for a while so go ahead and get dressed" she said. I nodded my head and went back to my room. Mich was still laughing.
"Can you excuse me?" I asked nicely even though I'm really mad at her. Finally, she calmed down.
"Sorry Oliver!... Not!" She giggled and walked out. I closed the door and opened the closet.
"Meh, random shirt and jeans" I thought. I picked a red and black t-shirt and some jeans. I grabbed my black converse and put them on.
"Who cares?" I said as I looked at my really dark brown hair. I walked out of my room and went to the kitchen.
"Well someone's looking nice" Mich says as I sit down on the table to eat.
"What? Can't I look nice?" I said as I take a bite of my food.
"Who you liking?" She asks and wiggles her eyebrows. I almost choke. I swear, she wants me dead!
"Mich! I don't like anyone!" I yelled.
"Whatever you say Oliver" she says with a smirk plastered in her face.
"Michelle, stop bugging the poor kid" my uncle interrupts. When did he get here?
"Shut up Nathan! I like bugging him" she answers. He walks over to her and sits next to her on the couch. If he dares to- agh! He's putting his arm around her!
"Nathan! Don't! Please!" I beg as he leans in and kisses her cheek.
"I wasn't gonna do anything" she says with a smirk dancing on his lips.
"Hey, I wanted to ask you guys something" I asked, remembering about what I heard yesterday.
"What is it?" My mom asks as she sits next to me. I don't want them to think I was snooping... Oh, I got the perfect question.
"Where's my dad?" I asked as Mich's smile turned into a frown and her eyes darkened.
"Um, I gotta go..." She says as she stands up quickly. "Nathan, can you take Oliver to school? I got... Stuff to do" she says and Nathan nods, his eyes filled with sadness. She walked out of the living room and slammed her door shut.
"FUCK IT!!!" I heard her yell.
"Oliver, I already told you. He died in a car accident. He was really good friends with Michelle and I. He and I ended up together and but his friendship with Michelle stayed. We were really sad when that happened. Please, just don't mention him in front of her" my mom explains. Yeah, sure. And I'm suppose to believe that?
"Mom, you don't have to lie to me ya' know?" I said. I was getting really pissed. I knew they were lying.
"I'm not lying Oliver! I'm telling you what happened to your dad" she says, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.