A Perfect Mess

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Tori didn't talked to me last night. She was so angry that I made out with Oliver. She was the one who walked in on us while we're making out.

I called her again, and again, but I was directed to voicemail. If she was going to act like the brat she was, then maybe it's best if I did just went with Oliver instead. It was my off but I felt more stressed at home than at work. Tori's gave me a hard time.

I was hanging upside down on the couch, fiddling woth my phone when the doorbell rang.

"Wait," I shouted in a singsang voice and I looked at my reflection on a mirror hanging on the wall. Oh, God. My eyes were tired, my hair's a bird's nest and I felt like shit.

Who could this be? If it's Tori, then I'm glad. I'll tell her sorry. I opened the door and got surprised by a bouquet of red roses, Oliver holding it.

"Hi," he greeted and handed me the flowers.

"Thanks," I said as I took it from him. I smelled it and it was nice. I've never had flowers after Philip died. And this just reminds me of being appreciated.

I ushered him inside and he sat on the couch. "So, are you still up to go out today or what?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Wasn't he supposed to ask me first? Why was he acting a bit rude?

"Uhm... sorry. I just..." He added and I cut him, "It's okay. I'll just put this to a vase and I'll fix myself then we can go. Make yourself at home," I told him. He gave me a sheepish smile before I went to my room. I sighed, then leaned my back against the door.

WTH.

I decided that it was best to wear a pretty, nice, decent dress and a coat over it. And I'm glad I did, because the weather's a bit chilly. We walked to the park and I was surprised at how blunt he was to hold my hand - take note - on the first date.

Oh. Nevermind. I remembered that we already kissed last night.

I looked at our entwined hands before looking at him. He glanced and gave me a sweet smile before looking ahead. It's like a dream. I hope this won't end.

He bought me an ice cream and we silently ate it, seated on a bench, while watching some kids play nearby.

"This is nice," he said, licking his strawberry ice cream. He looked like a kid, with ice cream melted, flowing on his chin and cheek.

I pulled out a hanky from my pocket and wiped clean his face. He never took his blue eyes off mine as I did that.

"Yeah, nice," I answered him as I eat my melted ice cream again.

Days seemed like years. And each day, I got a bunch of flowers from him. Be it day or night. It was weird really but I still accepted it because it came from him.

I was slightly annoyed for the fact that I was seeing his face everyday and night, but also grateful that he was my distraction so this time, I let him inside my life.

Every dayoff, I found myself hanging out with him, tossing in between the sheets, having sleepovers, cuddling on the couch while watching netflix.

Tori was now cool with us dating, and I'm glad to have my bestfriend back. It's such a wonderful feeling of being inlove. Am I? I've been asking myself and I am certainly positive that I love the guy.

He was nice and all, and we fit each other perfectly. He's far from Philip. I mean, Philip's perfect, and Oliver was kind of weird and that's what I love aboit him. He wasn't acting when we're together. When he said that he wasn't going to do that, he won't. But after a minute, he would. And he'd do it for me.