The Story Of Us

Chapter Seven

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  "Okay. So you don't know who he is? Like not even an idea?"

  I lay down on the grass, "Nothing. Nobody comes to mind."

   "Well Lace, that's when we do investigating."

   "Um... Tori how do we investigate?"

    "Ollie. Did we ask you? No. You're here because we need help on ideas. Not for shooting down ideas."

"I'm sorry, how about I make it up to both of you and go get you food?"

I get up and sit criss-cross, "Well if you really want to..."

Victoria hugged Oliver, "Well that counts. Thank you!"

"Do you guys want Ice Cream?"

"YES!" We reply in sync.

"I already know what you want Vic., what do you want Lacey?"

"I will take Mint Chocolate Chip!"

Oliver gets the keys from out of his pocket, then hops in his car and drives away.

"So forget me and the Mystery Guy, what's going on between you and Oliver?"

Tori looks down trying to hide her blus- wait. BLUSH?!

"You really like him don't you?"

"Just please don't tell him! I'm going to tell him eventually... But I want to know him a little better to see if he likes me."

Aww. That's so cute! She likes him! I need to help them out just a little bit... Suddenly the phone started ringing inside my house.

"I will be right back..."

I get up from the grass and quickly walk inside to answer the home phone. I picked it up and pressed the green accept button.

"Hello...?"

"Hey, it's Dylan. I'm on my way to your house, less than five minutes actually. Can you help me with my erm- Art?"

  "Yeah sure... I appreciate that you take Mr. LeFaves class seriously. See you in a few minutes..."

   I hung up on him before he could say anymore. God. What did I just do? I just invited my ex-friend/the guy I loved over. My life is getting really odd.

  I walked back outside to see Victoria tapping away on her phone. She looked up when I sat beside her.

   "So who was it?"

   "It was Dylan actually... He wanted me to help him with his art."

   She smirked toward me, "Or maybe he just wants an excuse to see you? How about we make a wager?"

   "What kind of wager?"

    "When Dylan gets here we talk about Mr. Mystery having an interest in you. If he shows any emotion, and I mean anything then we will know. And if he does then I win, and if by any chance he doesn't then you win. Deal?"