The Coffee Shop and The Bad Boy

4 || acquaintances or more?

Chapter 4 || acquaintances or more?

Jamison continued squealing with laughter as tears rolled down his cheeks. Olive wasn't going to stop tickling him until he gave in and told her where he hid her precious chocolate. He was writhing in her arms while she was laughing at his expense.

She looked down at her brother's red, exhausted face. "Now, young one, are you going to tell me where the chocolate is, or not?" Olive struggled to keep a straight face, but a giggle escaped her lips and destroyed her serious façade. Jamison managed to gasp out a 'no'.

She frowned down at him playfully. "Well, I guess you'll have to pay the price," she said with a deep voice, trying to sound scary, but Jamison only smirked back at her. She immediately started tickling him again, resulting in a girlish squeal coming from his mouth.

After some more torturing, he finally gave in, slapping her hands away and breathing heavily. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Ok, ok, stop! I'll tell you where the chocolate is!" he told her with a sincere face, so she stopped tickling him and grinned triumphantly. She released him from her grip, but he instantly shot out of her arms and ran off giggling.

"NOT!" He yelled, cackling like a witch as he sped upstairs.

Olive ran her hands through her hair and shook her head, chuckling softly. Although Jamison could be a pain in the butt, she didn't know what she could do without him. Although her parent's death hit her hard, she refused to let her pain show to her brother, who had a positive outlook on basically everything. When her parents died, her brother, even though he had been so young, had been devastated. Since then, Olive had tried her best to get her brother back to his happy, bubbly self. To her joy, it had worked, but she could still occasionally see his eyes flicker with sadness or glisten with unshed tears whenever someone mentioned their parents.

Olive heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and quickly shook her head of her thoughts. Jack and Louise had been out getting the shopping done, so she was glad they were home so they could finally have dinner. She could tell Jamison was hungry. But then again, he was always hungry.

"Hey pumpkin! You ready for dinner?" She heard her uncle's booming voice echoing through the corridor. The smell of Indian food filled her nose and she drooled.

"Sure am! Is that Indian I smell?" She turned to her uncle, who was just coming into the kitchen, his arms holding multiple bags filled with goodness.

"Yes indeed," he replied with a big smile as he placed their dinner onto plates. "Jamison! Dinner!"

Jamison's reply was him stomping down the stairs, demanding food. Jack chuckled as Jamison entered the kitchen with a puffed out chest, pointing to his stomach.

"Ok, ok, it's coming," Jack said as he laughed at Jamison's expression and continued preparing the food.

Olive licked her lips as she finished her last bite of deliciousness. "Thanks for dinner!" she said to her aunty and uncle, who both waved in response.

As usual, it was Olive's loud and obnoxious alarm that woke her up with a start earlier than she would've liked. She turned over slowly and stopped the alarm clock. She groaned as she stretched her back and yawned widely.

She sunk back into her bed and brought the warm, soft blankets back over her head. Her eyes slowly began to close again. Mm... sleep...

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Olive shot up from bed the next morning after realizing that she had slept in for way longer than she should have.

"Oh shit, I am so dead!" she cried as she scrambled around, trying to find her work clothes. She had been having a wonderful dream when she suddenly remembered she had an early morning shift at work. "Louie is going to kill me!"