My 16th Summer

My 'Date' With Oliver?..

"What do you think of this one??" Oliver asked me, holding up a red plaid shirt.

"Perfect!!" I told him, knowing he'd look good in it already. "All guys look good in plaid!"

He smiled and pulled out a twenty from his wallet. "Do you want those flip flops?" Oliver asked me, referring to the shoes I had in my hand. I smiled wide, and asked if he'd pay for mine. I kinda didn't expect him, being a guy and all, to want to go shopping at American Eagle, so I left my money in my backpack back at the house.

"Sure, can you do me a favor and look for a pair of jeans next door? I don't trust myself picking them out.." He said, standing in the long line to buy out clothes.

"Mhmm." I told him with an even wider smile. It was kinda like shopping with my older brother, Mordecai. Something I missed.

I shook my head, getting back to reality. I walked the few feet to the store next door, Abrocrombie && Fitch (:

"Hi there!!" A petite blonde employee greeted me, smiling happily. She's like.. insanely pretty! I hate that so much.. But she seems nice, so no reason to hate her. Too bad, hating attractive people is what I live for. Why do you think I hate Alex so much??

..Did I really just think that??!! Bad thoughts! Bad!!

"Hey, can you help me find a nice pair of guys' jeans??" I asked her, knowing I'd never be able to find my way around the store.

"No problem!" She said, her eyes twinkling. Being stuck in a store all day, she must not get a lot of social time with other people. She lead me to the other half of the store and stopped me between the boxers and the shirts.

"Pants!! Yay!!" I cheered happily. I emmediately saw the pair of pants that would look great on Oliver, so I grabbed them and made my way back to the front of the store so the girl could ring me up.

X___X

"Nice jeans," Oliver admired. We were now sitting in the front seat of his car, in front of Red Robin. (Me: YUM!! :3)

"I thought so too," I told him, sitting back and cracking my knuckles. A bad habit I got the beginning of 8th grade.

"I can't think of anywhere else to go.." Oliver said, at the same time I yell-whispered, "Hold my hand and act like my boyfriend."

Oliver grabbed ahold of my hands, no questions asked. Three girls from my school walked by on the sidewalk and caught site of Oliver and I. They obviously thought exactly what I wanted them to, because all their jaws dropped simultaneously.

"Oh. Em. Gee." One of them said, staring at Oliver and I. They were the three chearleaders who had been making my life complete Hell for the past three years or so. They all hated me for being some 'anti-social rich girl', so they always wrote shit about me on the bathroom stalls.

I just smirked at them, before kissing Oliver on the cheek. They all stomped away in their heels, which clicked against the sidewalk with each step.

We both started cracking up, then Oliver started up the Mustang and drove us home.

It was definetly the best day I've had for a while.

X___X

Oliver pulled into the twisting gravel driveway, turning the radio down and parking. I hopped out and grabbed my flip flops out of the American Eagle bag and racing up the porch steps.

Oliver raced after me up the steps and we stood outside the front door, as he fumbled with his keys, trying to find the one for the house. I looked up at him, and he obviously notcied because he stopped messing with his keys and looked down at me.

"Hi Mr. Tall.." I said, bringing up what I had called him once or twice before.

"That was a pretty good date, huh??" He asked me, smiling.

"Oh yeah, totally!" I told him sarcastically. "Best date ever!!"

We both laughed a little, then I stared into his eyes. His new red shirt really complimented his brown eyes. He reached down, and took hold of my hand. I didn't stop him, I like holding hands with cute guys.

Wait, what?

Before I could make sense of what was happening, Oliver was leaning down.

And kissing me.

The kiss lasted about twenty seconds, so apparently neither of us wanted the kiss to end. When we pulled away, he was smiling, so I returned it. I couldn't help but wonder if I shouldn't have done that, though.