"What do I have to wear?" Oliver asks.
"Well it's going to be held at the Walsh Prime Tower so you gotta be fancy, do you have any suits?" I ask him hoping he does because it will be less work on my part.
"Uh, I don't think I have owned a suit since I was eight," she says. Great, what are we supposed to do now, I don't really think we can buy him a high quality suit right now with such little time. Actually...I think I have an idea.
"Well, I guess you're going to have to wear one of mine," I say.
"Lets go back to my apartment, and look around. I'm pretty sure I will have something," I say to him grabbing my keys and jacket. He grabs a TenTree hoodie and puts it on over his V-neck, as he puts his sweater on his shirt rises up and I would be lying if I didn't say I sneaked a peek at his abs. I couldn't help myself. I scratch the back of my neck nervously and head for the door.
"Come on Ollie we are on a tight schedule!" I yell over my shoulder. He nods and grabs his key from the rack on the side of the door.
"Give me a minute," He says and locks the door, but that didn't stop me from walking down the stairs to my car.
As we got to the lobby I was going to thank the valet for parking and holding my car keys for the time being but he got his words out before mine.
"Mr. Walsh, Would you like me to go receive for car as well? It is raining pretty hard out there," He says. "No charge," He adds on.
"That's alright thanks," I say and grab my car keys, I mean, how bad can it be?
I was very wrong. I stepped outside and it sounded like the ocean has just moved right outside of Ollie's apartment. I sigh.
"Oh shit!" I say as I open the door and step right back in. I have no idea where the parking valet is so I guess I will have to do it myself.
"I can go get the car," Ollie suggests. I look at him like he is crazy.
"No, you are not driving my Porsche," I say.
"But you let the parking valet drive it?" He fires back.
"Because I couldn't find a parking spot," I defend.
"Alright then," He says smirking.
"Here, I'll go get the car and pull it up front, you stay here," I say and bracing myself to run outside.
I ran outside to the underground parking garage happy that I don't have to get anymore rain, but at this point it didn't matter because I was only out in the rain for five seconds and I was soaked, and I was frustrated. But I got even more frustrated when I found out that my car was on the roof of the parking garage.
Great.
I walked up all seven flights of stairs to the top and braced myself. I stepped out into the pouring rain and ran to my car as soon as I laid eyes on it. I got inside and I took a breathe to try and calm down, but it did t work too well considering that thousands of rain drops pelting against every square inch of the exterior of my car.
I sighed and started the car and drove up to the front doors. Oliver came running outside and go into the passages side.
"What took you so long?" He asked, his light grey hoodie slightly wet.
"I got a little held up since this guy parked my car on the fucking roof!" I said my voice raising. He chuckled. "It's not funny," I say sternly.
"That doesn't help the fact that I think it's funny," He says laughing. I look at him and smile.
I have this dying urge to kiss him right now. But I didn't because I obviously am a freaking dumbass who can barely talk about this kid for some reason. Dammit! It's weird the effect he has on me, almost as if I'm sired to him.
We got to my place in no time and I'm glad to say the rain was calming down to moderate, instead of mediocre.
"Marcus!" I yell as I unlock the door.
"What!" He yells back. As I step in the big apartment, the smell of fresh spices greeting my nose.
"Just wanted to know if you were home, what are you cooking?" I asked as I sat at the bar and Oliver sat beside me.
"No offence, but your dad is making this hard, he doesn't want it all to he done my the chef's and caterers. At the 'after party'" he said using air quotations. "He wants us all to make some exotic appetizers and I don't know how the fuck to cook so I'm over here trying to be Betty Crocker and I don't understand-" As he turned around he stopped talking, his eyes on Oliver.
"Oh yeah, Oliver this is Marcus, Marcus this is Oliver," I said gesturing to each of them at the appropriate time.
"Hi," Ollie said shyly. I smiled at him.
"Hi, It's nice to meet you, Connor usually doesn't have friends over,that's why I was a little shocked," Marcus says and stretches out his hand to Oliver as I give him a glare. Oliver shakes his hand.
"So sorry I'm not from Philadelphia and don't know anyone," I said. I got up from the bar stool to go over to the pot where there was salsa in a pot. I dip my finger in the pot and before I could taste the salsa a hard hard came across the back of my head. "OW!" I turn around to see Marcus.
"Paws off," He says.
"Really? Not one taste?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"Fine whatever, come on Ollie," I say and guide him to my room.
"You live here with Marcus?" Ollie asks.
"Well, it's really just a place to stay. See I wasn't supposed to be here, but my dad insisted because he didn't want me to go to Stanford for some reason. It wasn't even about the money, I got a full scholarship, but he told me that I'm going to Annalise's classes because he 'knew her' and so he told me I was to stay with his assistant, which is Marcus," I tell him. He nods.
"Okay, so like, he is just your roommate?" Oliver asks quietly as he shuts my room door behind him.
Wait.... Is Oliver.... Jealous?!
"No, he kind of have a thing going on," I say to him. His eyes go wide. He is such a cutie which is why I feel bad playing with him right now.
"R-R-Really?" He asks his voice cracking. I smirk. And I step closer to him and wiggle my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans.
"Of course not," I chuckle. His cheeks turn a shade of pink. "Plus, I kind of have my eye on someone else," I smirk and let him go.
"Anyways, there are my suits, pick whatever you like,"
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Ahhhhh I'm in love with Connor! It is so fun to write about him.
+ I don't know if belt loops are a thing but I called them belt loops because I didn't know what else to call them:)
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~ Xoxo Destiney
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