Summer Love - Ron Weasley

29 - Birthday Wishes

- Scene from Stranger Things that I do not own the copyrights to.

After Ron and I shower, we go back into my room and I get dressed.

He makes sure no one is in the hallways and he sprints to his room, a towel the only thing covering his body.

I put on this muggle lotion and perfume Hermione bought me.

I slip on the Mötley Crüe tee shirt with some shorts and a pair of fishnet socks. I put on some black sneakers, hoop earrings, some lip gloss, and I flatiron my hair.

Once I'm finally ready, I practically have to crawl to my door so that I can open it. I slowly make my way down the stairs and into the living room.

I stop when I hear a conversation going on.

"Bloody hell, my back hurts." Ron said, earning a soft chuckle from me.

"I see." Oliver replies.

I creep closer and hide myself behind the sofa, where they're seated.

"You know, you're not as quiet as you think you are." Oliver says while sipping a glass of water.

Ron chokes on his water as he looks at Oliver.

"W-What are you talking about?" Ron asks with a nervous stutter.

Oliver pauses for a minute, dragging out the tension in the room.

"Oh, not you. Elena, dear. I heard you come in." he called out to me.

Both him and Ron slowly turn their heads and look at me behind the sofa. I smile awkwardly at them and I try to come up with an excuse as to why I'm back here.

"Don't flatter yourselves. I wasn't listening." I lie.

I stand up and walk over to sit in between the two on the sofa.

"Are we to think that you sat behind the sofa for your convenience?" Oliver inquires.

"Yes, you are because that is what I told you." I state.

Oliver rolls his eyes and sighs. I hate it when he does that.

"What are we watching?" I ask before taking Oliver's water and drinking some.

"It's this muggle show called Shameless. I actually quite like it." Oliver states with a smirk.

I take another sip of his water as he begins to speak again.

"So Elena, how's the pull out?" he asks me.

Now I am the one choking on water. I clear my throat and I turn to him.

"I-I'm sorry?" I stutter.

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"The sofa." Oliver quietly remarks.

I calm down slightly so I can try to regulate my breathing.

"Oh, yeah. It-It's good. I don't really get much sleep on it but it's not to bad on the back." I tell him.

"I bet." Oliver looks over at Ron.

Ron is sitting here about to laugh like a goddamn buffoon before I elbow him in the side, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Oi, looks like Weasley took a nasty spill. Will he recover in time for the match or will he cost his teammates everything?" I question.

I laugh before he pulls me onto the floor with him. I stop laughing as my legs hit the floor with a smack. I wince sharply as the pain shoots through my legs.