A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 8: Plan A

Chapter 8: Plan A

“Oh, hello Prue.” Olivier’s mom greeted, leading me into her house... “Are you here to take Olivier to school?” She glanced at the clock and notices that it was only 5:10 in the morning, and gave me a puzzled expression.

“Oh, my, isn’t it a little too early to be going to school?” she questioned, folding her arms.

“Mrs. Hicks, my mother always told me it’s never too early to be learning something new.” I remarked, heading towards the staircase. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget to take down notes.” I faked a smile and started going up the stairs.

Holding on to the wooden rims on the side of the stairway for support, while I took each step calmly and gently till she was out of my sight.

“She’s so clueless” I spat, looking around for Olivier’s room, when I heard a loud snore from my right.

 I didn’t know Olivier housed Santa; I passed about 3 rooms until I found one with the door cracked opened. I peeked through the crack and saw Olivier in his boxers and tank top. Not to sound honest but, his boxers had pink hearts on it hugging teddy bears. So manly! He was laying half way on his bed but at the same time not along with the rest of his bed. Pillow, sheets and covers were discarding all over the floor like the end of a tornado strike. Living inhabited room was Olivier. His curly coral peach hair was all over the place and he was drooling himself a pool.

 “Olivier wake up!” I whispered, stepping through the trash on the floor. But he didn’t even move.

“Olivier!” I sneered, moving closer to his bedside.

He only turned over, and grabbed a whole of his pillow, cuddling it. Oh brother doesn’t understand how much time he’s wasting. If he doesn’t wake up in time then, we won’t meet up with Jordan. “Olivier, just wake up!” I looked over the clock and saw it was 5:45, that couldn’t be… I grabbed one of the pillows on the floor and smacked Olivier till he jolted off the bed.

“God damn it, seriously Prue” he yawned, trying to stand up.

“You were wasting time when you didn’t move.” I replied, tossing the pillow away.

“What are you talking about?” he reaches over towards his closet to grab a shirt. “What day is it anyways?

“Your date with Jordan” I remarked, tossing over some pants and shoes for him to wear. “Hurry we’re running out of time”.

“Ok, ok can I at else take a shower?” he asked, holding a bunch of clothes.

“Can I?”

“Sure… 5 seconds” I answered, walking out the door. “And if it takes any longer, I’ll cut your hair out!” I threatened.

He gulped, running his finger through his hair. And given me a slight nod of understanding. “Ok”.