How He Saved Her

Chapter Nine

Aurora

Towards the end of the next week, Oliver tells me that his parents want to have dinner with me on Sunday. I shake my head looking out the window. On the weekends, my dad does not have work so the chances of me attempting to sneak out of the house is low. I honestly don't want to get out of my room on the weekends and rather stay holed up in my room with a few books and some snacks. Best to stay off the radar on those days. 

"I'm busy on the weekends", I tell him and he hums. 

"Okay, today is Friday so we will have to reschedule it for next week. My parents don't have work on Tuesday. Does that work for you?" 

"Sure after school", I say and he shakes his head. 

"I have practice, so you'll have to wait at school and then we can go to my house", he says, turning to me at a red light. 

"Sure", I say, avoiding his eyes. Over the course of the week, Oliver has been so gentle and honest with me that it has me in a dangerous position. He is getting way too close to me. And that scares me. 

"Okay then", he says and gives me a too big of a grin. 

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Oliver has a nice home; big and every inch of it is decorated. It isn't minimalist but rather homey. Every wall in the living room has a memory of Oliver, with photos and old hand made pictures he made. It makes my heart warm at the fact that his parents treasure him so much. His mom meets us at the front entrance with a big smile and open arms. 

"Oh", I say when she pulls me into a hug. It feels odd hugging Oliver's mother not having hugged him yet. I do wonder how it would be to hug him. He has a good shoulder, bulky and his arms are look so strong, I wonder what kind of protection it would provide me. She pulls away after a second and then turns to her son.

"She is so pretty, Nolan", she says and Oliver smiles at her. 

"She is", he agreed and his mother beamed at that. She leads us toward the living room and tells us that his father is still upstairs showering and that he will be down in a while. 

"I love all the memories of you on the walls", I say and Oliver groans. 

"No, they never take it down. In fact, every week they seem to find something more embarrassing to put on the wall."

"They love you", I say a little envious at the fact that I don't have parental figures who would love me unconditionally. Oliver nods and spends the rest of the time talking about every memory on the wall. He talks like his parents don't matter that much to him, but judging by the enormous smile on his face, I can tell that he loves them so much more than he wants to lead on. 

Nolan's mother, Victoria, calls us down from the kitchen that the food is ready. As we walk past the living room and toward the dining room, the smell gets stronger. We stop in the dining room and Oliver pulls out a chair for me to sit in. I sit down and he moves away and takes a seat beside me. 

"Aren't you two adorable", his mom quips walking into the room with a dish which she places on the table. "Your father is still not here?" 

"No", Oliver answers even though she meant it to be a rhetorical question. I chuckle under my breath and he gives me a look. 

"Simon", his mother yells so loud I wouldn't think her voice could raise that high. "Get down here. Nolan's girlfriend's here." 

"Coming", says a gruffly voice as we hear steps coming from the staircase. His father walks into the dining room and heads straight for his wife. He places a kiss on her forehead and then turns to us.