Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

B Is For Bitch

I slept through my alarm, and breakfast, and lunch. When I woke up at three pm I wasn't sure if I was still drunk or had slept through my hangover. Kendall was still curled up in her bed like a baby in a crib. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom before dressing in black sweat pants and a plain black tank top. "Turn off the lights. It's so loud." Kendall whined as she rolled skillfully from her bed onto the blanket on the ground.

"Get up." Ten minutes of whining later she got up and had a shower. I got back in bed for warmth and went on my phone to check the damage. I reposted a cute picture of Ben, Denis, and I from the party, and captioned it the dumbest thing I could think of. There were more than a few pictures where a little too much of my boob was out, but nothing too horrible, so I left it alone. We all looked so good on the red carpet, and I was glad Oliver made me stay, so I took the time to find a picture that every managed to squeeze into and made it a banner across my Instagram page. Everyone looked so good. Everyone looked happy. I didn't look nearly as green as I thought I would and it saved me the trouble of editing every picture in my phone.

"I'm dying." Kendall sighed as she walked back in with wet hair. "I threw up in the shower, but I just pushed it down the drain and brushed my teeth." She said fairly cheerfully. Still, the smell of her berry body wash followed her into the room.

"Ah, nice. If it clogs I'll know what happened."

"How's Instagram this fine winter morning." She collapsed onto her bed and pulled her phone off the charger to read like it was the morning paper.

"Bunch of new followers. For all of us, after last night. A few good press articles. Good pictures."

"Good enough for me." She dropped her phone off the bed and slammed her face into her pillow. "But I have a question." She said with a mouth full of cotton.

"Shoot. Really, shoot me if you'd like. I'm so tired."

"Do you like Oli? Like, actually." I put my phone down on the table between our beds and started up at the ceiling. "You couldn't not look at him last night. And he never took his eyes off you. And you spend a lot of time together. Even if you seem upset, whenever he walks in it's different. And you cuddled in your bed like you just kind of fit together." I paused.

"I didn't think anyone noticed."

"I'm not dumb. Everyone thinks I'm dumb but I'm not."

"I don't think you're dumb."

"You did. But it's okay. I forgive you. I would think I was dumb too. Instead of arguing I just like to show people otherwise." I smiled.

"Yeah, I like him. I guess."

"But he makes you angry a lot doesn't he."

"Am I really that obvious?" I laughed slightly.

"Oh please. You and Oli are all the rest of us ever talk about. There really isn't much else we do talk about."

"Sorry." I said.

"Oh god don't be. Everyone loves it. Everyone's jealous, but everyone loves talking about you guys. Consider yourself shipped. And considering after most times you hang out you look like you're thinking far too hard, or just sleep, I know he gets to you." I really thought no one else noticed. Was I just being so naïve? I let Kendall continue. "We need something to ogle over if there are no other boys around here. Ivy and Perrie are cool, and Violet is nice. But I would much rather get drunk and dance with you. Back to Oliver. I think he likes you. More than likes you. Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

"It's complicated?"

"How so."

"It just is-" No, I'm not him. "He's secretive. I don't really want anything to do with him until he tells me what he's hiding. There's a bunch of things he won't explain to me even though it feels really important." I sighed. "He told me he loves me."