The Commanders

Chapter 6: The Forest

     Hiiiiiiiiii. So, for those of you who are coming back to re-read my story, THANK YOU! Please just act like nothing I wrote from chapter 4 on was ever written. This is a brand new chapter, but it leads up to similar events. The story is only slightly shifting, as I'm leaning away from the whole Matt situation, but to those of you who have the patience to read it again, THANKS!

In the weeks that follow that wonderful night with Oliver, we're together almost 24/7. The only times we're not together are when we have private training sessions. And that's how we like it.

     It's a rainy Wednesday morning. We sit in Oliver's room, watching old Disney movies. We've been able to do a lot of that lately. It's great. I'm wrapped in Oliver's arms as Jasmine and Aladdin sing about a new world. He leans down toward me. I turn my head up, and he kisses me. "I could show you a whole new world," he says, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

     "I hate you," I laugh. He tightens his hold on me. Again, he leans down to kiss me. I love this, I think. As we kiss, Oliver begins to roll over, taking me with him. Now, I'm on top of him as we kiss. Suddenly, the volume on the Glass turns all the way up without warning. I jump at the sound of Iago the parrot screeching and jump off of Oliver. I lie on my back next to Oliver, both of us laughing. Oliver realizes that as we rolled over, he landed on the remote. We're laughing for a long while,but then there's a knock at the door.  

      "I'll get it," Oliver says, slowly rising from his comfortable position on his bed and walking over to the door. Just as he opens it, I realize that Oliver is shirtless and if there's someone behind that door that I don't-

     "Hey, Oliver." Of course. The green.

     "Hey, man." And the Hispanic.

     "'Sup, dingus." And the red. I can't complain too much about her. I like the red. She's cool. "Can we come in?"

     "Can they?" Oliver's voice calls out as he looks back at me. The trio can't see me from where they stand, nor can I see them.

     "Oh, you got a special someone in there? Nice! Aye, does she have those, you know." The Hispanic is undoubtedly asking about whether I have nice boobs.

     "Nope, no one special. Just his long term girlfriend with slight boob-age," I announce, walking up behind Oliver and putting my hand on his back.

     "Slight?" Oliver asks, looking down at my assets.

     "Nah, man. That's not slight. That's some... Wow." Oh, Hispanic guy, if you weren't friends with Oliver, I'd slap this living day lights out of you right now. Oh! No need..... Oliver did it for me.

     "Eyes off her boobs. They're reserved for me!" Oliver whines.

     "Yeah, no," I say, patting his bare chest. I walk back into the room and sneak into Oliver's closet to try and find him a t-shirt. I grab him an unflattering sweatshirt. "So, I believe we haven't been formally introduced," I say as I toss the sweatshirt at Oliver and sit next to him on the floor of his living room. We are are seated in a circle.

    "Right!" Oliver exclaims, sliding on the sweatshirt. He intertwines our fingers and taps on my arm, signaling me to move closer to him. "Well, this is Lexi. You know her."