Oliver and Joslyn

IV

Oliver

I walk home just a little bit quicker then normal. Seeing how I am now approximately 3 miles from my house. The walk goes fast and before I know it I'm standing on our green wooden porch in front of the bright blue door. Sweat trickles down my face and I take a few deep breaths of the summer air.

I'm sure most of the dull people in our neighborhood find my family odd, seeing as our house is painted in seven pastel shades and the ground is almost completely covered in brightly colored flowers. My mom decided to give the small house a makeover shortly after my grandpa died four years ago, my dad had explained to me that it was her way of finding closure. At the time I wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but all I knew was that I felt like I was living with crazy people, I liked it though.

I turn my key into the bright yellow key hole, swing the door open and yell, "I'm home!" Then I shut the door, run across the foyer, and up the wooden stairs. Once I'm on the upper level I pull the dangly thing on the ceiling, the creaky attic staircase folds out and hits the hallway floor.

I climb up the seven and a half stairs. (The third one is "unfit for use") and enter my bed room. I kick my shoes off and toss them, along with my backpack, in the far corner of the room. I then walk across my shaggy green carpet and collapse on my bed. I stare at the ceiling and think about stuff.

If I stop speaking will my stutter go away after a while.

What should I wear tomorrow?

Are the cookies actually better then the cream?

But Especially Joslyn.

Her hair.

And skin.

Her big green eyes.

Her dad.

Ugh.

After a while I roll off my back and pick up my Sherlock Holmes book. I re-read the first page six times before I quit. I can't concentrate.

"olive!"

Mom.

"It's dinner!"

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Seated around the table are the six people that mean more to me then anyone in the world. And they are going to drive me crazy. It's been Leah's turn to tell the "highlights of her day" for nearly ten minutes.

How many highlights can one day have?!

If she doesn't finish in the next thirty seconds I swear I'm gonna....

"Olive?"

They're looking at me.

"Huh?"

"It's your turn." Mom says.

(Lily, after this bit is where it just gets really stupid. And idk what to write! Help!!)

"Oh. W-well uh. I played b-basketball w-with con-n-ner. And uh.... I uh... Met a g-girl... And her um... d-dad invited me t-t-to d-dinner.... T-tomorrow."

The last bit comes out even more mumbled and confusing than the beginning on my sentence.

Everyone just stares at me.

Max tries to squirm out of mom's arms.

"I knew it!" Leah suddenly shouts.  "All dinner he's just been staring at the wall with a goofy grin on his face! It had to be a girl! I knew it!! Didn't I tell you Julie!"

"She did say that he-" Julia starts.

"I just knew it! I told you!" Leah continues to shout. "I'm so good! How'd olive even meet a girl! I bet she just pities him because of his stupid stutter."

"Leah." Dad doesn't even raise his voice. It just sounds scary. I swear his voice could scare away a pack of mountain lions.

"But dad. I was just telling the truth!"

"Leah!" Mom sounds shocked.

"Yeah Leah, if you keep screaming you're gonna give me a conniption" Anthony says to her.

"You don't even know what a conniption is." Julia points out.

"I do too!"

"Yeah then what's it mean?"

Anthony just stares and her and smiles. "I'm not going to tell you because you're not smart enough to hear it."

"I'm way smarter then you, Tony!"

"Julia, Anthony. Stop it."

'Mom that's not going to help.'

The twins of course continue their stupid argument.

"You're not smarter!

"I am too, because I'm older."

"By five minutes."

"Nuh-uh. By eight and a half."

"Just shut up!" Tony screams.

"Shut up's a bad word!"

"Dut up!" Max says and points at tony.

"Now you got the baby saying it!" Julie shouts.

"That's it! If you are under 15 and over 3, you may go up to bed."

"But dad it's only seven-thir-" Leah tries.

"One more word, young lady, and you will be going to bed early tomorrow too."

Yeah dad! Show them who's boss!

The three middle kids slowly trudge up the stars, so it's just the 'rents and the baby left.

"Oliver. We're going to talk about this 'girl'"

Oh crap.

(A/N) well hi there. As you can see it has taken me waaaaaay to long to post this thing. I mean seriously, but it's summer, so can I use that as an excuse? Can I also use that as an excuse for just typing up a run on sentence. School starts on Monday so hopefully I'll be getting back in the grove of things. And lily is always punctual so we shouldn't have a problem there...
In the words of John Green,
DFTBA. (Don't forget to be awesome)
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