When we entered into Olli’s house, the smell of cookies and the feeling of love came to me. Their house was always filled with laughter especially today. We walked into the living room where everyone was.
“Hello everyone!” greeted Olli as we came into sight. She was always a bit louder in her own house.
“Shh! We are watching you and your brother’s home videos! You two looked so cute when you were-” started Olli’s Dad.
“Don’t finish that sentence! Anyway where is Andrew?” Olli asked.
Andrew was her older brother by a year. They used to be very close but when he was 17 he went on a around the world trip but when he came back their relationship was never the same. He was in and out of the house with friends that no one knew about.
“He went out a few hours ago and he hasn’t been back. Sorry.” Olli’s Mum explained coming out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked cookies, “But he is missing out! Everybody enjoy!” she said placing the tray on the coffee table
“Mmmh!” I moaned taking a bit out of a cookie, “This is lovely! What’s your recipe Mrs Johnson?” I asked.
“Oh you don’t have to ask! You’ll be staying here long enough to know it! And I’ve told you to call me Brenda” she smiled.
I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked. Why would I be staying at her house when mine was perfectly available?
“You can stay here while your Mum is in the hospital. Take away a bit of the burden.” Brenda explained smiling pitifully.
“Erm… it’s ok. I’ll be fine at my house.” I said fake smiling
“No! Stay here it’ll be fun! Just for tonight at least. We can have a sleepover like old times.” She begged.
I laughed at her enthusiasm and nodded my head. She started dancing in the living room afterwards. Her parents and I started laughing. We stopped abruptly when we heard the front door open and close. Olli froze in the dancing move she was in. She looked extremely funny, her right leg was bent upwards, her head was hung low and her hands were in the chicken position. It was definitely a Nixon moment but I didn’t have my camera with me.
Andrew came into the living room panting. His dark brown hair was matted with sweat as was his shirt. He was wearing a grey skin tight short sleeved shirt that showed off his toned but not too muscular body. He was also wearing black skinny jeans. He looked hot.
I found myself thinking of what it would be like to be with Andrew. I quickly shook my head discarding those thoughts.
“We’re going to go to my room so… yeah. Bye!” Olli mumbled grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs.
When we got to her room she sat on the bed and regained her breath. Olli’s room walls were a light pale pinkish colour. There was a window on the left wall that looked out to the front yard. Her bed sheets were a light blue colour that blended with her walls. She had a desk beside the window and a weird looking pink chair. She had a TV directly across from her bed. If you haven’t guessed by now, Olli’s favourite colours were blue and pink.
“So are you going to tell me what that was about?” I asked curiously.
“Nope.” Olli replied sending me a look making it clear that she didn’t want to continue on this topic.
“So have you talked to Harry about you know… ” Olli said trailing off at the end.
“No,” I began looking down, “He doesn’t like me so what is there to talk about? I don’t think I like him at all anymore.” I said lying through my teeth.
“Sure you don’t.” Olli mumbled, clearly not believing me.
“Why do you care anyway?” I asked lying beside her on her bed.
“Whatever. Let’s go visit your Mum!” Olli smiled jumping off the bed.
Getting up I stretched and walked downstairs with Olli trailing behind me. Andrew came out of the living room looking red with anger. I looked down not wanting to catch his eyes which looked like they want to kill someone. Unfortunately looking down prevented me from seeing where I was going and I bumped into him.
“Watch where you’re going.” Andrew said in a gruff voice. He looked like he was about to explode.
“Sorry.” I squeaked blushing red.
Andrew chuckled. I tried moving away but he stood in front of me.
“Where are you going?” He said with his lips right beside my ear.
My breath halted and I froze on spot. Even worse I blushed a deeper beetroot red. I looked down at my feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world right now.
“You look cute when you blush. Don’t hide your face.” Andrew whispered.
In a flash he was gone upstairs. He left me to cope with my fast beating heart and my red face that was definitely able to fry a couple of eggs.
“Hey!” Olli said making me jump. “Sorry you had to wait, forgot my shoes.” She continued. “What’s the matter you looked flushed! Did Andrew disturb you?” Olli asked looking concerned.
I nodded in reply. “Well don’t worry about him. He’s a player so he probably just wants to get in your pants. Let’s go.” Olli said.
When Olli said that my heart dropped. Was I sad about that? I shook the feeling off and walked with Olli out the front door. Just before we exited the house Olli shouted to her parents that we were leaving. We got into my car and drove to the hospital.
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“Hello. I would like to know what room Mrs. Stevens is in.” I said to the receptionist.
“She’s in room 402. She got moved there yesterday. I’m sorry.” She said in a remorseful voice.
I gave her a funny look and walked to the elevator with Olli.
“What was that all about?” Olli asked.
I shrugged. I didn’t know what the lady was talking about either.
Neither did I know what was going to happen in a few minutes that would cause such an impact on my life
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Chapter dedicated to @EbonyMillard for the awesome new cover. Go fan her and read her story!
So sorry it took so long to write this chapter. But don’t worry it is summer so I will have time to write. I have to inform you I’m going on holiday for 3 weeks so I might not be updating BUT I will be writing. I owe you guys that much. This story will be taken off on hold.
Picture to the side is Olli's room.
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