33. Questions

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When the lesson is over, I follow Oscar out of the classroom. I start asking him questions that are just totally unnecessary and stupid. "Oscar?" I say of course I have asked him for lasagne and ate all of it.
"Hm?" He asks smiling at me.
" Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID that he just whipped out a coin?"
I ask.
"What? No!" He chuckles.

"Can you cry under water?" I ask again.
Oscar starts thinking.

"What's the difference between a novel and a book?"
He seems to know am answer to that question but I don't let him answer.

"If nobody buys a ticket to a movie do they still show it?

Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Do penguins have knees?

Why is it said that an alarm clock is going off when really it's coming on?

What are imitation rhinestones?

What do batteries run on?

What do chickens think we taste like?

What do you call a bedroom with no bed in it?

How come people tell you not to stand in front of an emergency exit, if there was an emergency surely you would not stay standing there?

In libraries, do they put the bible in the fiction or non-fiction section?

Why are both of SpongeBob's parents round like sea sponges while he is square?

Does a two-humped camel store more water, travel further than a one-humped camel?

Why do they call it 'chili' if it's hot?

Why do they call it 'life' insurance?

Why do they make cars go so fast it's illegal?" I could go on. But Oscar, who has started walking down the hall has pushed me into the wall and pressed his lips on mine to shut me up. I emedietly sigh in relief. I have missed this so much... But I also remember it can't happen. So I bite him in the tongue. And push him away.
"Ouch! What did you do that for??" He screams holding his mouth. "Why did you kiss me?" I ask not answering his question. "I just... I love you so much... Even when you're trying to annoy me." His confession makes me blush. "Well all the more reason to stay away from me." I snap and walk away just leaving him starring after me. Why can't he just let me go? Why can't he just stay in Sweden where he can't mess up my life? I think to myself while running towards the bus stop. Suddenly I bump into someone. It's Peter. Of course it's him. I mean who else could I run into after school? After kissing Oscar? "Babe? Are you coming to Natasha's Party? I'm heading there right now!" He says and follows me while I walk on to the bus. I stop. "No. I'd rather do something else. Just with you..." I say. Why did I say that?
"You wanna go to my place? We could watch a movie... But I'd rather go to that party..." He says rubbing my back. I hate when he does that. "No can we go to my place? No one's home... I'd like to... You know.." I stutter. I really just proposed to have sex with him... "Oh you want to...?" It clicks in The slow mind of Peters. I nod and he pulls me to his car in excitement. The last thing I see before the car takes off is Oscar looking after us with sad eyes.

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Eyyo guys! I'm sorry this was such a short chapter... But I wanted to know if your like a Oscar's POV for once? So please let me know in the contents. I really need to know if you'd like it before I keep writing.

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