Stroked

-Chapter 22-

-Chapter 22-

--2 Weeks Later--

-Amy-

"Come on, it'll be fine darling." Oliver kisses the back of my hand all I can hear is my heart pounding.

It's been two week's of artwork and fooling around and now I have to tell my sister about Oliver. This is all so ironic in a way that my best friend and sister set me up with a man I barely knew and now I love a man I barely know, sort of. We've grown a lot closer in the short amount of two weeks. I barely leave his side and when he's off to work I just kind of mope around. Matt's gone too and it's nice to see him dress up for work for a change.

I spend quite a bit of my free time without the boys on the computer searching for jobs and even thinking about attending college like I always wanted to, but the thing is I still have no idea what I want to be in this world. I don't want to just be some stupid bartistia at a Starbucks I want to have a big paying job that I just adore to death.

Plus, I kind of like spending time on Oliver's couch. I know that sounds pathetic and I'm just eating up his money day by day, but I don't think I have the willpower to get up off of the couch. It's sort of like an invisible thread connection between me and Oliver I don't want to break it.

I shake my head and straighten my pretty yellow, polka dot dress, trying my best to not tear my hair out.

I don't even know why I'm so worried. I guess I just feel bad for her because she's been going through men like one-night-stands and they are practically just that. Her red hair might be too wild for them, I smile to myself.

I feel Oliver rub his arms up and down the tops of my shoulders.

"It's gonna be okay, stop worrying." I know he means well but it's not really helping right now.

"I know, but you know I get this way. I can't help."

Oliver brushes his fingers through his longer, growing out bangs, and starts piling off paperwork and paint cans from around everywhere. I just think he's excited we're finally making it official, and everything is still so weird when you think about it.

Oliver shoves all of his art supplies into our bedroom and slams the door shut. He looks really good today in a matching yellow, plain t-shirt and some casual black jeans. I put my hand up to stroke the side of his face and I smile.

"You look really good." I say and he grins, scooping me up for a kiss all over the place. He sends me in a fit of giggles and my arms up trying to protect myself.

"So do you."

I push him away and try my best to fix the hairs that flew out of my tight bun.

"Sorry, I need to make sure the pasta's done." I walk over to the stove top and open the pot lid. Steam comes flying out and I close it again.

"Just a bit more." Matt walks past in his usual business suit with a teal tie today.

"Where are you going?" I say and Matt stops and gazes at the pasta for a moment.

He's gotten better over the weeks. I might've been persistent in that 'helping' though. I try to switch him to soda at least or on rare occasions it will be water and I always do breath checks. I feel like a mother hen.

"Work. They called me in to do a special project today." He wriggles his eyebrows and tears off a perfectly good piece of my garlic bread, which I spent a lot of time trying to find a good recipie and actually cooking it, with Oliver's assistance between showering.