The Worst Roadtrip Ever

Olivuinn

Oliver barges into Quinn's room in the apartment they share.

He sees her laying upside down on her pastel blue bedsheets and hidden under her matching pillows and blanket.

Oliver hops on the queen sized bed and starts hitting Quinn with pillows. She tries to hop out of the bed and run out of the room but Oliver gets her first.

He wraps his arms around her waist and drags her back to the bed. Quinn slaps Olivers figers away when he starts to tickle her, "Stop it, or you will regret it."

Oliver raises his eyebrow and hits Quinn with more pillows. She hops off the bed and on top of him, the two land on the floor with a thud.

Quinn sees the awkward position they were in, she was straddling him and he starts pulling her closer by the waist.

Quinn catches Oliver staring at her toned abs and snaps her fingers in his face.

'My shirt must've ridden up during the fall.' Quinn thought.

"Oh um, hi there." Oliver says awkwardly trying to get up but Quinn pushes his chest back down roughly making him groan.

This makes Quinn uncomfortable and causes her to shift position, accidentally rubbing against him.

Oliver lets out a slight moan making Quinn's eyes go wide.

She glares at him, "Stop moaning!"

Oliver furrows his eyebrows and pouts "Why?"

"Because." Quinn says and looks away.

"It's turning you on?" Oliver asks, smirking.

"No!" Quinn tries to deny but her face turns red from embarrassment.

Oliver moves closer to Quinn's ear and purposely starts moaning to tick her off.

Quinn immediately hops off Oliver and shoots daggers at him, "I hate you so much."

Oliver grins cheekily, "Aw, love you too! Now hurry up, Arabella and Mike will be arriving soon sk we have to get to the Preston's mansion."