The boy from across the road.

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Jack's POV

I let the hot water wash over my body. I thought about everything that just happened. I nearly kissed Olivia.
How did I get so close? How did she not move away? Does she like me? Was she in shock? If I had of kissed her, would she have regretted it?
So many questions raced through my mind.
Maybe she did want to kiss me...and I just ran away!
"Idiot!" I stomped on the ground while I yelled to myself.
The soapy water splashed back, hitting me in the face.

After finishing in the shower I went to my bedroom and searched through my dresser. I eventually found a black t-shirt and some black skinny jeans in the third drawer. I slid them on quickly and walked back down to the living room.

Olivia was nowhere to be seen.

I walked through to the kitchen. Nothing.
I knocked on the bathroom door. Nothing.
I went to the basement. Nothing.
I started to panic. Had she gone home?
I picked up my phone trying to call her. After searching through my contacts for about fifteen minutes, I remembered I never got her number.
"Damnit!" I yelled.
"What's up?"
I span around to see Olivia, holding a small fluffy kitten in her hands.
"Where were you?! And what is that?" I asked gesturing to the kitten.
"I was outside, and that is the kitten I just saved from a tree" she stated.
I looked down at the kitten, it's small grey eyes locked with mine. She was grey and white stripped. The only reason I knew it was a girl was because I read somewhere that if a cat has more than one colour, unless it's purebred, it's a girl.
"I'm naming her Pickle" she smiled.
"Pickle? Why Pickle?" I asked.
"Because I can" she put Pickle down and she quickly started running around meowing.
"Is your mum gonna let you have her?" I ask.
"Probably, she's always wanted another cat. Plus, she's adorable!" she chirped.

We spent an hour or so playing with Pickle, until Oli decided she was going to go home and take Pickle to see if her mum would let her keep her.

"Talk later yeah?" I asked.
"Sure, you know where to find me"

And with that she left, taking a meowing Pickle in her arms.