Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

Kyler.

"Kylie?" Oliver knocked on my door. I turned up the music: Fangz by The Ready Set, and laughed to myself. "Stop messing around." I heard him chuckle. I turned off the song.

"Come in then." He opened the door and I sat upon my bed, that was parallel to the wall the door was on. "Yes child."

"Firstly, ha ha with the song." He said sarcastically and I flashed my best and biggest smile. "Second, I'm your child now?" He came in and sat on my bed beside me. I shrugged. "Okay, third. We need to set up a schedule for you. You're a rather in demand girl, you know?"

"Oh am I now?"

"Yes. Friends want to meet you, agents, artists, agencies, you're gonna be pretty busy." The idea excuted me.

"Well I want to meet them all."

"I assumed so." I layed back on my bed and patted the space beside me. Oliver stretched out and I rested my head on his chest so I could hear his heart beating. "I've organised some stuff for you and emailed you a copy of everything. I'm gonna be out a lot at the studio and with the band taking care of some things for a little while, so I'll be staying with Jordan. You're okay to be here alone?" Hell fucking no.

"Yeah, should be."

"Okay." I didn't want him to leave at all, but I knew he wouldn't go unless he had to. That fact did not make me any less open to the idea of him being anywhere but with me. "You can basically do whatever you want, this is your house too after all. Go sight seeing some because I know your little tourist ass has been dying to. Shopping, throw a party if you want. Anything. And any number you might need, including Jordan's house, is attatched to the email.:

"Oh my god, I'm not a kid." I sighed.

"I know you're not a kid, but you're my baby. I just want you to be safe is all."

"Actually, I'm not your anything."

"Bringing me to my next topic. Do you want to go to dinner with me?"

"Mhmm, perhaps." I teased, already thinking of what to wear.

"What do you mean perhaps? I thought you liked me?"

"I like a lot of things. I like music. I like Heathers, that movie you hate. I like the winter. I like Brusnop over there." I nodded to the little golden retriever puppy nosing around my garbage can. As soon as he heard his name he used his little puppy stairs to climb onto the bed and come and lick Oliver's face.

"This dog is going." He wiped his cheek as Brusnop snuggled in between us and rest his head on Oliver's hand where it sat on my stomach. Adorable.

"If the dog goes I go with it. Besides, your cat is a bitch," I laughed. "with a terrible name."

"Walter is a perfectly good name for a cat." It was black and white and a pain in the ass.

"Poprocks is much better."

"No- you're not even the one taking care of it, it hates you."

"It does not hate me." I defended.

"It bit you."

"Yeah. Well. Like father like son." I sighed smugly and Oliver rolled his eyes.

"Are you ever gonna get over that?"

"Probably not." I said honestly.

"It's okay I still love you. Speaking of which, wear the black dress that Adam gave you." He climbed off my bed.

"I haven't said yes yet!"

"You thought it!" He called as he shuffled down the stairs.

"Oliver's a tit. Bark if you agree." I said to the small dog standing on my torso. He just put his paw over my mouth. Well shit. Even my dog ships it. Ha. Brusnop ships Kyler. I laughed to myself and scratched him behind the ears before moving him and grabbing the dress from my closet. I shut my door and changed out of my jeans and t-shirt into the dress I had gotten from my first photo shoot. Since moving in, I'd decided that I needed a change - and that ended up being dying my hair black and getting it layered, so it looked pretty choppy. Oliver said he liked it, but didn't bring it up much. I knew he liked my light hair better. It put my hair up in a messy bun, leaving pieces hanging down on each side. I did heavy black eye makeup and blood red lipstick. I put on a pair of gladiator style heels and ones again put my phone in my bra before walking downstairs. "Yeah?" Oliver turned to face me. His eyes widened slightly as he looked me up and down.