Him & I

- CHAPTER 13 -

- A  P R O P O S I T I O N -
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Olivia
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- one week later -

I trudged down the stairs, half asleep, rubbing my tired eyes with the hand that wasn't gripping onto the bannister. I walked into the kitchen only to find Talulah, sitting on my stool, sipping on a mug of tea, talking to Hamish, who was leaning over the hob, making scrambled eggs. I could not believe it. My special stool was being violated by her near naked bottom!

"Morning." I said coldly, crossing my arms tightly across my chest, glaring in Talulah's direction.

Hamish turned around to face me, grinning.

"Hey, Sweetpea!" He chirped.

I slumped towards Talulah, ready to take back what is mine.

"Tally, please can I sit on my stall?" I pleaded, in the most innocent voice possible.

"It's Talulah, you little squirt." She ground out.

Hamish laughed. He really was blinded by his feelings for her.

"And no. You can't have my seat." She said indignantly.

My jaw dropped. How dare she?!

"Hamish -" I whined "-I want to sit on my special stool!"

Hamish looked from me to Talulah and back again. I was begging him with my eyes to let me sit in my place. I don't have a place at the dining table, but at the island, I do. His eyes fell onto Talulah again and I could see that her anger was rising; she could see that Hamish's resolve was fading.

"Talulah, Babe, It is her seat." He reasoned.

"But I was here first, Baby, and I'm comfortable where I am." She challenged him back.

He sighed deeply, casting sorry eyes in my direction.

"How about you sit in my lap, Ollie?" He lifted his voice up in optimism. I wasn't impressed.

I shook my head, looking down to the floor.

"It's okay, I'm not that hungry anyway - I'll just go and get dressed for the day," I muttered, turning back around to head up the stairs.

I didn't miss Tally's sly smirk as I turned. How could someone as lovely as my brother fall for such a horrible cow? Hamish called after me as I headed upstairs but I just ignored him, turning the corner at the top in the direction of my room.

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I'd been in my room since my encounter in the kitchen this morning and my tummy was rumbling and grumbling very loudly. I'd thrown myself onto my bed at least an hour ago and I was just enjoying the view of my ceiling. It was covered with glow-in-the-dark stars, which obviously weren't glowing during the day, but nevertheless, their outlines were still very visible.

I'd counted fifty-six in total: Twenty-four big ones and thirty-two little ones. I was half way through counting them for about the fourteenth time when there was a knock at my door. I shot my head up, leaving my body sprawled out on the bed probably looking like a struggling lady bird, calling out a gentle 'come in'.

Talulah stepped out from behind the door and glided into my room, taking in the surroundings with little interest. My bedroom wasn't that interesting, but I didn't see any need for the disgust that was rooted deep within her eyes.

"Hamish has to go and get some lunch for us. So it's just me and you for now, squirt." She informed me.

"Why didn't he tell me this?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing in distrust.