Playing the Fool

Chapter 28

To put it lightly, Oliver was bored out of his skull. Well... technically not his skull, but still! It had been weeks, weeks since he'd had anyone to talk to. Apparently Sarah couldn't be reached through the mirror, and what's worse is when he did go to check on her, she was asleep on his Fransisco! AND HE WAS JUST LETTING HER SLEEP ON HIS SHOULDER! HOW DARE ANYONE TOUCH-! 

Taking a deep breath, Oliver wasn't going down that road twice... even though it really stung that the Frenchman let the girl be so close without even attempting to push her away. Going back to baking what felt like his twentieth batch of cupcakes, he barely registered the fact he hadn't poisoned even one batch. It felt like such a waste of sweets but cooking helped cool and clear his mind. He just had to find away to pick up the pace in his plan so that he could have his Fransisco back. Although from all the photo albums Sarah had shown him, he still wasn't sure which of them he wanted to put the moody Frenchman's soul into. 

Not Kentucky, that was for sure... if they even did become a couple like Ollie had planed he didn't want it to be like that. It was sort of a tie between New York who was always smoking (like Fransisco) and Indiana because he kinda reminded Oliver of the Frenchman when he was much younger. Right now it didn't matter who, he just wanted Fransisco out of that mirror and with in gloomping distance again.

The first few cords of Shut up and Dance rang out loud and clear, causing Oliver to almost drop the large bowl of batter all over the floor. Scrambling to reach the phone he pressed the answer button, before greeting rather brightly.

"Hello!? Who's this?"

Momentarily startled by the fact this wasn't his real voice speaking, Oliver was more shocked to hear who was on the other end of the line.

"Sarah? It's just me Sam, I was calling to let you know I'm on my way for or weekend get together. I know, I know, I've really messed up missing the last... ah dozen? Hundred? I don't remember anymore, I'm really sorry about that, but hopefully I can make that up tonight okay?"

A wide wild grin spread across Minnesota's face, it felt unnatural for the body. But for the soul who currently was in possession of said body, it felt great. How had he not seen it before? No one would suspect a thing if Sarah and Sam got together so that would keep the player one's off his back for hopefully long enough to release all the 2p's from the mirror into the bodies of the States. Snapping out of his evil planing by a voice going,

"Um... hello? Minnesota? ...I think we got cut off... you think I should call her back later-"

"Wait wait! I'm still here! Just a little shocked you called, poppet."

Mentally cursing himself, then putting money into the impromptu to jar Oliver held his breath waiting for D.C.'s reply. Hopefully he hadn't given himself away too bad, maybe the Capital wouldn't notice? Sighing with relief a moment later when D.C. laughed.

"Oh no, you've been watching those show's again. Are you going to be talking in a British accent all weekend?"

The teen's voice was still light and teasing, Oliver mentally thanked his friend for being so bizarre at times. Remembering that during one of their many conversations the girls uncanny habit of picking up accents while watching her favorite shows, then being stuck speaking that way for at least a week after.

"Of course love, you expected anything different?"

He said with a light flare, to which Sam only laughed again. Before speaking in his own fake voice,

"But of course Darling... I'd excepted nothing less from you."

Then there was a pause fallowed by a angry tone snapping at someone on his end of the line.

"Shut up Al... NO! We are not totally a thing!"

Laughing himself now, Oliver was once again surprised by how similar his laugh sounded to Sarah's own rather loud endearing laugh. The fruitcake laugh, it had been dubbed after her temporary grandfather who'd helped raise the state after she had been given psychical form. Oliver often forgot that he wasn't actually in his own body, that his own body had been destroyed after they had been banished to the mirror to insure they couldn't ever return.

"Anyway, Sarah, you got any plans on what we're going to be doing tonight? I didn't really have time to plan much, been a little busy lately yah know?"

Glancing at mirror (he'd moved it downstairs earlier) Oliver grinned again, humming thoughtfully a moment he ran a hand across it's surface until the hazy image of Francisco and the real Sarah came into view.

"Oh I have a few idea's poppet... it should be a most memorable weekend indeed..."

"Very cryptic Minnie, looking forward to it."

"So am I poppet, you have no idea what in store for you once you get here."

(To be continued...)