Never Is Our Always

Who... Are You? 2?

(Oliver pov)

I rolled over in bed and my arm hit Minnie in the side by accident, I jerked my body back in surprise before she groans.

"Oliver, if you hit me again I'm gonna bloody murder you," she grumbled at me as I then sat up and yawned.

"Sorry," I told her as I rubbed my face softly to wake myself up, she rolls on to her back and then squinted at me.

"What time is it?" She croaks.

"Six thirty." I told her and Minnie groans loudly.

"We're going back to sleep," she told me as she pulled me by my shirt back down into bed; I couldn't help but chuckle as she pats my chest softly and then dug her head into the pillow.

"What time are you wanting to get up?" I ask as I was now wide awake.

"Nine thirty," her voice was muffled, but I knew what she said.

"So in three hours?" I ask.

"Mhm," she shifts and her hand fell off my chest and on to my arm as she kept her eyes closed, trying to fall back asleep.

"Your hand is cold," I told her and she grins, "doesn't give you the- aye!" I shouted and she bursts out laughing, her small feet slid up my trouser leg.

"I'm cold!" She whines at me as her eyes opened, "I can't help being cold!"

"Oh, you big baby," I grumbled, "then don't wear a tank top and shorts to bed." I sassed her.

"They're yours," she sasses me back.

"Oh." I mumbled as she snickers. Her feet left my leg as she then sat herself up and put her glasses on. She got out of bed and went to her bag.

"Do you have any water?" Minnie asks me as I watched her scavenge through her bag and then pulled a pill bottle out.

"Uhh... yes," I answered as she takes a pill out and screwed the lid shut, she tossed the bottle back into her bag and walked towards the bed again.

"Thanks," she smiles as she put the pill in her mouth before chasing it down with a few sips of water.

"No problem," I reply as she hands me the glass of water back, I put it on my nightstand and Minnie climbed back into bed.

"Your bed is so comfy," she says as she slips back down and laid on her stomach, "I could live in this bed."

"You're not getting it," I prodded her back and she got comfortable.

"Awh," she huffed, "but it's my favourite."

"Still a no," I told her and she giggled.

"I know, I know." Minnie turned her head and looks up at me, her glasses were in the middle of the bridge of her nose as she then pushes them back to their rightful place.

"Your hair is so curly," I say as I held a curl and then let it go, it just sprung back in its place.

"It's a nightmare," she told me, "so much effort into having these curls," Minnie sat herself up before flipping over so she was sitting.

"I like them," I say as I ruffled her hair and watched her curls bounce, "they're cool."

"I wanted to cut my hair again." She told me, "to my shoulders," I tilt my head.

"Why?" I ask.

"It gets annoying," Minnie answered, "and I want to straighten it, just to see what it looks like."

"My mam probably has something," I shrug and Minnies eyes sparkle.

"Let's go straighten my hair," she says as she scrambled out of bed and jogged over to her bag and pulled a hairbrush and then a hoodie out before slipping it on.