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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,369
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Four
AN: i know that this has taken forever, but with good reason. i've been finished this story for months and when AFF was down i couldn't upload. but here it is and it is complete. told you i would finish it! now, there are other chapters after this one, but after tonight i won't be adding anything more on.
let me know it you like it or not.
cope
Chapter Four
It was the best kiss in my entire life. Oliver’s lips were so warm, so smooth. He moved his hands down to rest on my lower back and brought me flush against his body. I entangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back feverishly.
I don’t remember us moving into his room, how the back of his knees must have hit the side of his bed. He sat down and brought me to straddle his lap, one leg on either side of his heated body. His hands then slipped under my simple t-shirt and began to caress my back lovingly.
I remember that it was that exact moment when I pulled away.
“I can’t do this with you.” I gasped, my heart feeling as though it was going to shatter at the look on Oliver’s face.
He extracted his hands from under my shirt, my body suddenly feeling cold at the loss. It was truly for the best though. I could never have a relationship with my best friend’s brother. Especially not when that friend had once been in a more serious relationship with me. It was an unwritten rule that people abided by everywhere. It was universal language. It was forbidden; but that didn’t stop me from truly wanting it.
I didn’t know what to do then. There was Oliver, looking as if he had just had his heart stomped on, granted, I sort of just did that. But I didn’t want to leave him there alone. And leaving without saying anything else would just make me out to be a bitch.
Just then, god, or whoever, must have been looking down on me and decided to give me a break. Because the phone decided at that perfect time to ring. I would have sighed in relief, but I decided to do it inwardly.
I removed myself from close encounters with Oliver and made my way to the second nearest phone, which happened to be in the living room. The first nearest sitting a little too conveniently beside Oliver’s bed. I was able to grab it just before the answering machine picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked the other person. Matt had always been after me to get caller I.D but I still hadn’t.
“Merry? Good, you’re home. I was just calling to check up on you.”
“Dad, I’m fine. Oliver is here with me and I was just about to make something to eat. Tell mom to stop worrying and to stop calling so much. It’s not as if I’m going to jump out the window. Really daddy, I’m doing ok.”
My father sighed from the other end of the phone. He knew that he and my mother had been pestering me ever since the funeral but he couldn’t help it. I was their only child and they just wanted to protect me. In some ways, I wished that they wouldn’t.
“All right sweetie. I’ll talk to you later. Remember though that we’re only a phone call away.” There was thick emotion in his voice and I could tell that he was trying not to cry.
“I know dad. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too princess. Bye.”
Hanging up the phone I bit back a sigh and turned to face Oliver. We needed to face what we feeling. When I turned though, his door was closed again. It was a sign that everything said been enough for one night and that we would continue it some other time. He really was so much like Matt. He would have done the same thing.
oOo
The next morning Oliver was up and off to work before I even got up for the day. He came home that night, long after I fell asleep too. His attempts to avoid me continued for well over a month, long enough for me to become extremely tired of it.
Eventually, after two months of living as if I was by myself, I was fed up. I was tired of not being able to talk to Oliver, tired of skirting around the big issue. I had hurt his feelings but I had also hurt my own. Even when he wasn’t in the apartment his presence was still there and it was a comfort. He was helping without thinking that he was, which was surfacing feelings that I thought I would never hold against him. I was falling in love with him.
It had started out innocently enough. I would try to stay up to hear him come home at night. Then I would set my alarm to catch him as he was leaving for the morning. Whenever I tried, I always missed him or fell asleep while waiting. When this happened, I was usually waiting for him on the couch and I would always wake up with a blanket wrapped securely around me. If it happened at night, I would wake up in my own bed. He was showing his love for me, sisterly as if may have been.
His avoidance then started to hurt more than it should. The deliberateness of it cut me deeper in some ways more than Matt’s death had. What had happened to Matt was inescapable, this wasn’t. This was Oliver being the proud person that he was, the man in him that made him refuse to make-up.
One night, after making Oliver dinner then placing it covered in saran wrap in the refrigerator, I decided that enough was enough. The feelings that I had for him had manifested into something more than I could control anymore. I found myself thinking about him all the time, remembering back to that scorching kiss. In the two months since, I hadn’t seen him at all. I was fed up.
I sat myself down on the couch after making a pot of coffee, caffeinated coffee. I turned the television on to the comedy channel and watched a South Park marathon until he came home. I would have waited up all night if need be. I would have foregone food, sleep and the bathroom all so that I could talk to him again.
When I finally heard the keys turn in the locks, I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. It read that it was almost two in the morning.
The doorknob turned and Oliver stumbled through the door. His shirt was disheveled, his kakis wrinkled as if he had slept in them. There was a pen stain above his left eye and he looked as bad as I felt.
He didn’t notice me at first. He made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee as if it were natural for a fresh pot to be brewing at that time of night. He grabbed the dinner that I had made him from out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave to heat. Only then did he turn around and see me standing in the middle of the living room with a blanket wrapped around me.
“What are you doing up?” he asked. There was the expression of panic sweeping across his face. He looked almost ashamed as well.
“Waiting for you.” I responded. There was nothing else that I really could say.
“Why?” His question was said almost in a menacing voice. It was as if he didn’t want to see me at all and was angered by the fact that I had stayed up to see him. Or maybe it was the fact that tonight I had succeeded in staying awake.
I didn’t know what to day then. There were so many reasons floating through my mind that I couldn’t pick just one. I wanted to know where he had been every day and night. Why he had avoided me for so long. I also wanted to tell him what I was feeling: hurt, betrayed, angered, but most importantly, love. I finally settled on what my heart was welling me to say. “Because I love you.”
let me know it you like it or not.
cope
Chapter Four
It was the best kiss in my entire life. Oliver’s lips were so warm, so smooth. He moved his hands down to rest on my lower back and brought me flush against his body. I entangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back feverishly.
I don’t remember us moving into his room, how the back of his knees must have hit the side of his bed. He sat down and brought me to straddle his lap, one leg on either side of his heated body. His hands then slipped under my simple t-shirt and began to caress my back lovingly.
I remember that it was that exact moment when I pulled away.
“I can’t do this with you.” I gasped, my heart feeling as though it was going to shatter at the look on Oliver’s face.
He extracted his hands from under my shirt, my body suddenly feeling cold at the loss. It was truly for the best though. I could never have a relationship with my best friend’s brother. Especially not when that friend had once been in a more serious relationship with me. It was an unwritten rule that people abided by everywhere. It was universal language. It was forbidden; but that didn’t stop me from truly wanting it.
I didn’t know what to do then. There was Oliver, looking as if he had just had his heart stomped on, granted, I sort of just did that. But I didn’t want to leave him there alone. And leaving without saying anything else would just make me out to be a bitch.
Just then, god, or whoever, must have been looking down on me and decided to give me a break. Because the phone decided at that perfect time to ring. I would have sighed in relief, but I decided to do it inwardly.
I removed myself from close encounters with Oliver and made my way to the second nearest phone, which happened to be in the living room. The first nearest sitting a little too conveniently beside Oliver’s bed. I was able to grab it just before the answering machine picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked the other person. Matt had always been after me to get caller I.D but I still hadn’t.
“Merry? Good, you’re home. I was just calling to check up on you.”
“Dad, I’m fine. Oliver is here with me and I was just about to make something to eat. Tell mom to stop worrying and to stop calling so much. It’s not as if I’m going to jump out the window. Really daddy, I’m doing ok.”
My father sighed from the other end of the phone. He knew that he and my mother had been pestering me ever since the funeral but he couldn’t help it. I was their only child and they just wanted to protect me. In some ways, I wished that they wouldn’t.
“All right sweetie. I’ll talk to you later. Remember though that we’re only a phone call away.” There was thick emotion in his voice and I could tell that he was trying not to cry.
“I know dad. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too princess. Bye.”
Hanging up the phone I bit back a sigh and turned to face Oliver. We needed to face what we feeling. When I turned though, his door was closed again. It was a sign that everything said been enough for one night and that we would continue it some other time. He really was so much like Matt. He would have done the same thing.
oOo
The next morning Oliver was up and off to work before I even got up for the day. He came home that night, long after I fell asleep too. His attempts to avoid me continued for well over a month, long enough for me to become extremely tired of it.
Eventually, after two months of living as if I was by myself, I was fed up. I was tired of not being able to talk to Oliver, tired of skirting around the big issue. I had hurt his feelings but I had also hurt my own. Even when he wasn’t in the apartment his presence was still there and it was a comfort. He was helping without thinking that he was, which was surfacing feelings that I thought I would never hold against him. I was falling in love with him.
It had started out innocently enough. I would try to stay up to hear him come home at night. Then I would set my alarm to catch him as he was leaving for the morning. Whenever I tried, I always missed him or fell asleep while waiting. When this happened, I was usually waiting for him on the couch and I would always wake up with a blanket wrapped securely around me. If it happened at night, I would wake up in my own bed. He was showing his love for me, sisterly as if may have been.
His avoidance then started to hurt more than it should. The deliberateness of it cut me deeper in some ways more than Matt’s death had. What had happened to Matt was inescapable, this wasn’t. This was Oliver being the proud person that he was, the man in him that made him refuse to make-up.
One night, after making Oliver dinner then placing it covered in saran wrap in the refrigerator, I decided that enough was enough. The feelings that I had for him had manifested into something more than I could control anymore. I found myself thinking about him all the time, remembering back to that scorching kiss. In the two months since, I hadn’t seen him at all. I was fed up.
I sat myself down on the couch after making a pot of coffee, caffeinated coffee. I turned the television on to the comedy channel and watched a South Park marathon until he came home. I would have waited up all night if need be. I would have foregone food, sleep and the bathroom all so that I could talk to him again.
When I finally heard the keys turn in the locks, I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. It read that it was almost two in the morning.
The doorknob turned and Oliver stumbled through the door. His shirt was disheveled, his kakis wrinkled as if he had slept in them. There was a pen stain above his left eye and he looked as bad as I felt.
He didn’t notice me at first. He made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee as if it were natural for a fresh pot to be brewing at that time of night. He grabbed the dinner that I had made him from out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave to heat. Only then did he turn around and see me standing in the middle of the living room with a blanket wrapped around me.
“What are you doing up?” he asked. There was the expression of panic sweeping across his face. He looked almost ashamed as well.
“Waiting for you.” I responded. There was nothing else that I really could say.
“Why?” His question was said almost in a menacing voice. It was as if he didn’t want to see me at all and was angered by the fact that I had stayed up to see him. Or maybe it was the fact that tonight I had succeeded in staying awake.
I didn’t know what to day then. There were so many reasons floating through my mind that I couldn’t pick just one. I wanted to know where he had been every day and night. Why he had avoided me for so long. I also wanted to tell him what I was feeling: hurt, betrayed, angered, but most importantly, love. I finally settled on what my heart was welling me to say. “Because I love you.”