chapter 17

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by http-emily

by http-emily

ANNAS POV

Oliver sneaks out of his home behind me. I walk down the steep stairs and soon after feel the grass tickling my toes.

Oliver moves to be in front of me and he leads me to his black car. "You hungry, yet?" he asks, his British accent still amazing me. It's so unique. Out of all the British people at I have ever met, Oliver sounds completely different. Then again, Oliver is a bit different than anyone I've ever met. He's different, in a good way.

"Yeah, a little," I tell him. He smiles, and it lights up my morning. I don't now why, but Oliver seems to make me happy this Sunday morning.

"Okay, we can go get your breakfast," he says.

The drive ends quickly as Oliver pulls into a small shack called Brady's.

I give it the eye, not trusting that this is a safe place to consume the food prepared here. "Love," Oliver says. "I've been here every Sunday morning since my father and I moved to America. I'm still here. It's good, I swear," he assures me. That only earns a strange face from me, but I nod and get out of the car.

"Oliver, I'm trusting you on this one."

Oliver chuckles and puts his arm around me casually, leading me into the building.

"Hey, Oli!" a man yells. He sounded like the voice had come from behind the counter. "Hey, Wayne!" he shouts and waves to a short, hairy man.

"What can I get you?" a lady with bright red lipstick asks.

Oliver glances at me. "What do you want?" Oliver asks sweetly.

"Umm... pancakes I guess," I say. The lady smiles and looks at Oliver. "The usual," he says. She grins again, and she walk to the kitchen and places our order on the spinning thing.

"So, I slept in the same bed as you, but I feel like I barely know you," I say to Oliver while leaning forward. He smirks, giving me a fluttery feeling in my stomach.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" he taunts, doing the same action as me.

"Twenty questions," I demand. Oliver grins and nods.

"You first," he says. The lady walks over with two plates in her hands.

"Pancakes, and your hash brown casserole and ham," she says while setting our food on the table.

"Thanks," I say quietly.

Oliver nods towards me, and I remember the game we were about to begin.

"Favorite color?" I ask.

"Gray," he replies while taking a bite of his ham.

"Favorite animal?" he asks.

"Turtles. Oh, or lambs. Like baby sheep," I tell him. Oliver gives me a cute smile and nods.

The game continues and while we ask each other strange and childish questions, until Oliver reaches his final question.

"First kiss?" he asks hesitantly.

SO.. CLIFFHANGER I GUESS. IDK. SORRY ITS SHORT AND CRAPPY. IM BUSY AND I WAS GROUNDED FOR LIKE AN HOUR UNTIL I PROVED MYSELF INNOCENT HAHA. OKAY QOTD...
OLIVER AND ANNA'S SHIP NAME?