"Ollie, this isn't a solid plan at all. When you said Don't worry, I have a plan, I thought you meant an actual plan." Vinny says with his hands in his hair. He isn't too calm about the situation.
"It is an actual plan." I say in defense. It was the best plan I could come up with in such short notice.
"Uh no. Me running frantically down the stairs and out the door as you distract your parents, does not sound like an actual plan. It sounds like a suicide mission." Vinny falls back on the bed and spreads his arms out. "Well this is it. This is how it ends for me."
"Don't be so dramatic, what's the worst that could happen?" I say taking Vinny's hands and leading him off my bed.
"You may want to leave your hoodie here, it might slow you down." I say as Vinny began to pick up his hoodie to put it on over his black wife beater. He also changed sometime last night and I did not wish to refuse a free gun show.
"Am I ever going to get this hoodie back if I do?" he asks with a smirk knowing my full intentions already.
With a straight face I look at him and answer, "No."
He simply sighs and shakes his head and sets it back onto the bed. Scoore! I hope it has his cologne still on there, that's one of the best perks about a guys hoodie. Besides the big floppy sleeves that make you feel adorable especially when you drink a warm beverage and it just protects your hands perfectly and-
"Ollie?" my thoughts are interrupted by Vinny waving his hand in front of my face.
"Yeah no, uh same." I say hoping that was the right response to whatever he may have been talking about.
"But I didn't say anything-" he stops talking at another clash of dishes from downstairs. We still have to get him out of here before my parents find out I have had a teenage boy upstairs in my room all night in an empty house. The couch was one thing and don't think I didn't get the talk when I got back from hanging with Vinny. That was the longest hour of my life.
"Who do you think you are? No daughter of mine is going to ruin her life by getting knocked up in high school. You are not grown and this is not your house. You cant just bring guys around and have slumber parties. You are too young for all of that, there are no boys allowed here period, especially when your father and I are not home. How could you think that would be okay? You know what don't answer it you knew it was wrong. Go to your room or so help me Olivia Grace you will be grounded for the rest of the summer."
And that was just the shortened version.
"Okay so I'll go downstairs and distract them, count to 15 and make your move. You need to run like your in football because lord knows you suck at basketball." I say trying to make my room look somewhat presentable just in case my mother comes in here.
"Right-Hey! I don't suck at basketball, it was just distracting on a bouncy trampoline." Vinny says with a pout. I swear he is like a child sometimes.
"Of course not sweetie," I say as I lean in for a kiss but then put a finger to his lips, "Wait, ew. I have morning breathe. I'll make it up to you later, let's get you out of here first."
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Vinny's P.O.V.
I watch nervously as Ollie opens the door, pauses to blow me a kiss and walk out leaving the door open for an easy getaway.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...15.
Should I go now? It may be too soon. Ugh but she said 15 seconds. Okay whatever, I just got to go for it.
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At Sunrise
Teen Fiction"What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if?" -Letters...
