Operation Rainbow- An original story

Day 1- Chapter 2

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Oliver's P.O.V

I carefully placed my folded t-shirts in my suitcase, right on top of my extra pair of shoes. I still had my underwear, of which I had extra pairs because I was not going to repeat the Fourth Grade  Incident, when I heard a rap from outside the door.

"My name is poet. I am a Phillip. I wrote this poem just to show it." I threw my head back, laughing. That still got me to this day.

"Come in Elijah." I said, making sure he could hear me while not being too loud. If I was quiet, Britton wouldn't wake up, and if Britton didn't wake up, we were safe.

Elijah rested his head on my icy blonde curls. I scoffed slightly.

"You're short." He noted. I ducked out, then gave him a quick kiss.

"It runs in the family. Rich is tiny right now." I shrugged. Right then, I heard a small voice from the doorway.

"Why are you packing your suitcase?" My nine year old brother asked. I sighed. I was hoping I would be able to sneak off, without having to properly say goodbye. Seems like I would have to though.

"I'm going on a small road trip. You know how to call me on your phone." I sighed. Rich didn't look all too happy at this news.

"Why're you leaving me?" He asked. I bit my lip, silently praying tears wouldn't spring in my eyes.

"I'm not. I'll come back in 11 days. I promise. Now, come on, you better get back to bed." I gently took his hand, rubbing it gently.

He hopped into his bed, snuggling up tight in his blanket.

"I love you Richie. Good night." I whispered. He mumbled something incoherent, falling fast asleep, his arms wrapped tight around the stuffed bear mum had gotten him.

I turned around to see Elijah frowning at me.

"Why did you tell him that. You know that you're-," He began. I took his hand, glaring at him.

"I don't want to talk about it." I snapped, heading back into my room.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. I instantly felt bad. I kissed his chin gently.

"Don't apologise. I'm just tired. Can you help me finish packing?" I asked. He nodded, grinning. 

"What did I do do deserve you?" I asked. He just smiled softly at me.

"You just existed hon. I'm nothing special." He whispered. He was wrong. He was amazing, like a modern day John Laurens' sent down from above, he looked the part too.

We finished packing my suitcase, after much playful banter over my underwear patterns. I squished my binder down, trying to zip it up.

"You better zip shut suitcase or I'mma sue your ass." I groaned, tugging one final try. It finally closed and Elijah wheeled it down the hallway.

I was on edge about whether I should say goodbye to the house. Wasn't like I had many great memories there anyway. Still, it was my house, and I grew up there. It wasn't the house's fault my parents sucked big time. So, I bid it farewell.

The only person I couldn't say goodbye to was Rich. I couldn't bring myself to say those words. Guess I was still kidding myself.