Miracle Man |[:]| Oliver Tree

4

We ended up at Olivers place. It was a small apartment. It had wooden floors and white walls. There was a kitchen connected to a tiny living room and a short hallway connecting to a bathroom and bedroom.

"Welcome to my box." He said as he held his arms out. "Isn't it something?"

I nodded.

"Oh it's something alright and that something is messy."

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Hey. I don't always have time to clean up."

He had a small coffee table with a keyboard sitting on top of it. A laptop and several notebooks laid out on the couch, along with a guitar. There were a couple bowls underneath the coffee table.

I shrugged.

"Doesn't bother me."

"Good, my room is worse." He laughed then motioned for me to follow him.

His room was tiny, and like he said, messier. Clothes laid in a pile in the corner of the room. Another scooter set up against the wall. His bed, unmade, but who does that anyways? He had a little night stand beside his bed that had a few cups on it and some chargers taped down so they wouldn't fall.

"It's not as exciting as your room but look, I have a black light." He pointed to a lamp in the corner, a dark light bulb screwed in at the top.

He hurried over to it and turned it on. It didn't do much cause the sun was coming in through the window.

"It's cooler at night. Especially when you're high as fuck."

I giggled.

"Is everything cooler when you're high?"

"Always." Then he looked down at his arms.

"I'm gonna put some bandaids on this shit." He paused. "Do you need any?"

I searched my arms and felt up my legs.

"I don't think so." I said, shaking my head.

He disappeared to the bathroom and I stood in his room unsure of what to do. I glanced around it again before sitting on his bed. I sunk down into the soft mattress, my body was still aching slightly. His mattress was calling my name. I leaned back, sighing as I did so. I scooted back more so I was on more of the bed, pressing my back against something pointy.

I sat up rubbing my hand across the blanket and feeling the pointy edge. I reached my hand under and pulled out an old wrinkled up magazine. It wasn't anything I recognized but it was obvious what it was. I smirked at it, why use this when you have the internet?

Of course Oliver chose that exact moment to come back in. He had two large bandaids on his right arm. His face immediately went red when he saw the magazine.

"You're snooping?" He sounded more confused than anything.

"No." I laughed. "I laid down and it stabbed me in the back." I paused and glanced at his red face. "Why use a magazine when you have the internet?"

"Cause this one has my favorite in it." He answered, coming over and pulling the magazine from my hands. He flipped it open and stared at the page before turning it to me. I cringed a little at the sight of the image.

"Now you get to be embarrassed." He laughed. I pushed the magazine back from my face but he shoved it closer.

"Look at her fucking nipples." He demanded.

"Oh trust me I already saw them." I said, putting my hand in front of my face.

I heard the sound of pages flipping and I dared to peek around my hand. He had it closed now and placed it inside of the drawer on his night stand. I laid back again.

"You tired?"

I nodded. "My body aches too."

"Probably cause your dumbass tried to do some dangerous scooter shit. You really smacked that ramp hard." He sat down on the edge and placed his hand on my knee that was hanging off the side. I felt my body tense just a little. Not used to having contact there.

"You could lay on the bed like a normal person so I could also take a nap."

"There is plenty of room!" I exclaimed as I pointed to both sides of me. There was plenty of room for him and a few others.

"But my legs will dangle."

"Hey, your legs aren't that long you're pretty short." I teased.

His grip on my knee tightened slightly.

"I'm what?" He growled.

"Short as fuck."

In an instant he jumped up and whipped around. His hair flying out to the sides as he did so. He jumped onto me his hands suddenly at my sides, his fingers wiggling like worms on drugs.

I screamed, shoving my hands out and attempting to push him away. I laughed uncontrollably as he tickled me.

"You fucking. Bitch!" I shouted through gasps and laughter.

"You fucking asked for it!"

I pushed my knee up between us and shoved him off, jabbing my hands straight into his armpits and praying that he wore deodorant and was ticklish.

He instantly was wiggling and nearly screaming.

"OH MY! FUCK! FUCKING S-STOP!"

"You started it bowl cut boy!"

"FFFFFUCK!" He shouted as I switched to his sides where he was even more ticklish.

He jammed his hand into my neck tickling it like a madman. I got away easily cause his ticklish sides made it hard for him to move. He thrashed about, full on screaming now and I'm certain the neighbors probably had the cops on the way.

I didn't stop though, it was just to much fun and the sound of his laugh was intriguing.

Then, he gained enough strength and grabbed both my hands pushing me off him and slamming me down against the bed, my hands pinned above my head. His body coming down on top of mine, our faces only inches apart.

My stomach rolled as I took in how close we are. We caught our breath from all the laughter, our eyes locked on one another. I could feel it, a slight pull to him. Like he was a magnet and I were a paper clip. I held myself back though. The tension around us thickening.

In a second he jumped off me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I laid there for a few, hands still above my head. I glanced at Oliver, he would not look at me.

That was strange.

I sat up.

"Hey, I should probably head home." I suggested, feeling awkward.

He nodded.

"Do you want me to drive you?"

I shook my head and crawled off his bed.

"No, it's like a five second walk. Thanks though." His eyes finally met mine again. "See you later Olive."

"See you." He said, holding out his hand for a fist bump. I high fived it and then headed back home. I didn't hear from him for the rest of the week.