After Oliver had... situated himself, we'd made it back to the living room where my friends hadn't noticed the absence... Well, except Sidney, she was smirking like she had us all figured out and from the paper thin walls and Oliver's moaning, I knew they'd all known about what happened a few minutes prior.

And I'd be damned if I said I wasn't a little embarrassed.

"So, Em..." Sid wiggled her eyebrows, licking her lips, Kat furrowing her dark brows as she looked between Sid and I. Jan didn't seem to notice our presence, too invested in the TV to leave again, "Where've you been?"

Groaning, I plopped down in a loveseat facing the coffee table in the middle. Oliver had sat beside me with a blush, his arm rubbing against mine as I spoke to Sid, "Up your ass, it was very spacious."

"You know it," she winked, Oliver cleared his throat, uncomfortably. No doubt he felt way more embarrassed than me, Sid hearing a very intimate moment between us but the difference between him and me, Sidney had heard my most embarrassing stories. It didn't matter to me but it definitely mattered to him.

"So, Olive..." Sidney had smiled, resting her chin in the palm of her hand before resting her elbow on the arm of the couch. She batted her eyelashes up at him as his widened and I knew good and well that she was about to ask something very very personal.

Rolling my eyes, I leant back, burying my head in his shoulder. Oliver chuckled when I'd placed my head in the crook of his mouth, tickling him when my lips murmured out a "This can't be good," over his hickey.

I could imagine my best friend raising her eyebrows in a suggestive manner at how close we were but I figured that she'd already known what he sounded like when he was worked up... Which was beautiful might I add.

Oliver's hand was on top of my hand, pushing his fingers through the slots in between mine as his fingertips rested on my thigh.

Playing with his hand, I pressed a small kiss to his neck, his body shivering slightly.

I heard Sid stifle a laugh as she spoke in a reading manner, "Do you like-"

And I was so fucking grateful for the person on the other side of the door, ringing the doorbell because more embarrassment would've probably made the boy beside me combust.

Raising my head to peer over, I'd seen Jan getting up to get the door since he was closest. He looked over at me, raising his eyebrows when I shrugged. I hadn't been expecting anybody and unless my mom was home early I didn't know why anyone was at the door.

And then he looked through the window beside the door, his voice filled with confusion as he described the visitor, "A guy with curly hair and a bandana?"

"Elliot?" Oliver asked, sitting up straight as he looked over at me as if I had some magical explanation as to why his little brother was on my front porch. I shrugged; I seemed to be shrugging a lot lately and Oliver certainly had something to do with it.

"I knew I'd find you here," the fifteen year old had stated when Jan had opened the door, Elliot letting himself in without thinking. January furrowed his eyebrows looking with a dropped chin at Elliot and then back at the door. Looking at the little boy, Jan poked his blue-haired head out of the door, looking around the corner, "What the f-"

"How do you know where I live?" I asked, cutting off Jan from his speech on home training. He'd been living with his Aunt and she'd most likely brainwashed him on the farm in the rural part of D.C.

Letting it go, he plopped back in his spot beside Kat, sipping out of her straw. Elliot shrugged, scanning the room before winking at my Hispanic friend, "Well, you're not exactly ugly and your hot friends are always here... I have like a hot chick radar."

Kat was blushing, burying her face in Jan's shoulder as she cuddled into his side. Sidney winked at the boy, biting her lip as she tried to freak him out.

Furrowing my brows at Elliot, I turned my hand over, intertwining our hands, "And why are you in my house?"

He seemed excited, his baby blue eyes shining and lips stretched into a slightly euphoric smile. Grinning, he looked over at his brother, bragging slightly, "I have a date."

"And that has to do with me because?" The dark haired boy asked, his hand releasing mine so he could throw it over my shoulder, getting comfortable. Oliver buried his nose in my hair, kissing my forehead before realizing what he did and backing up slightly, laying his head back. His arm was still around me and his eyes were trying to dissect my emotions.

"Really?" I asked Elliot, trying to get his attention off of Oliver who seemed to be way too close to me and way too couple-like. I hadn't known how to react to that closeness, ignoring it all together, "With who?"

Elliot sighed, throwing himself back onto the four-seater couch, leaning slightly on Sidney who gave him a 'what-the-fuck' look, "Jovie Nichols."

Kat piped up, her blush died down and lips pursed, "Isn't she like... Terrified of you guys?"

He waved her off, getting his head comfortable on Sidney's chest. And once she realized, she shoved the pervert off, him falling dramatically onto the floor, clutching his heart, "That's beside the point."

January furrowed his eyebrows at the commotion, Oliver speaking up at the bullshit his brother was spewing, "How is it beside the... Nevermind."

"Anyways..." I rolled my eyes at that, trying to keep the conversation alive. Jovie from what I could tell was a very secluded person but from her partying videos surfing the web, she was wild when she drank, "Why her?"

Elliot shrugged, resting his head in his knees and wrapping his arms around himself, "I don't know... She's in my Lit class and-"

Sitting up, Oliver narrowed his eyes at Elliot. He seemed extremely suspicious about the whole thing and that was necessary, "She's a junior?"

"Yeah..."

And that confused me. Sure Elliot was attractive but Jovie would've been seventeen and he was around fifteen, just turned fifteen as a matter of fact. Jovie was attractive, probably smarter than anyone I've met and she was a cheerleader in her past days, you bet she was hella flexible.

So how did Elliot of all people swing that?

"But you're a freshman-"

"Details, details..." He waved me off, resting his head on Sid's knee and sighing in admiration, "She's so hot and she's smart and have you seen her? I've been trying to get her to date me for a long time."

"How'd you get her to say yes this time?" Sid asked, absentmindedly running her fingers through Elliot's hair as she laid her head back on Jan's shoulder, sighing.

She must've been thinking about Luca.

"I might've begged... A lot. And then I gave her my bandana," he shrugged like it was no big deal and for a second I was convinced it wasn't because he had so many but when Oliver's eyes went wide, I knew it definitely was a big deal.

"But you love those things, what the hell man?" Oliver asked when Elliot shrugged at the groan that spewed from his lips.

"She's worth one less in the collection."

Kat must've found interest in the conversation and I thought she'd actually contribute to I when she opened her mouth. I was proved wrong when she focused on the one thing that didn't matter, "Wait you wear bandanas in school? That's against dress code."

Oliver shrugged beside me, arm brushing against mine and sending my heart into a frenzy. I could only remember what happened around a half an hour prior and he wasn't really helping me, "They've given up on trying to get him to follow that rule."

"So when's your date?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of the memory of Oliver's lust-filled eyes and his throaty and orgasmically-guttural groans. I tried to focus on baby blues instead of story emeralds as I kept my eyes on the younger Remmer.

"Friday at seven, is that okay with you guys?" Elliot rushed through the end of his sentence, pretending to be interested in the floor.

But Oliver caught on.

"What?"

The boy in interrogation, shrugged. Their whole family must've had something like chronic shrugging because otherwise, it was seriously ridiculous, "She didn't want to be alone with me so I promised you and Emerson would come."

Oliver furrowed his eyebrows, "But she's scared of me?"

And there, my heart broke for him. People were scared of Oliver Remmer, people thought Oliver Remmer was a psychopath, people thought he was crazy and he knew it too.

Elliot seemed to have noticed how nonchalant his brother seemed about that. Shaking his head, he gave a sad smile to Oliver before biting his lip, "That's why Em's going..." Elliot said with a cool smirk, hiding the pity he probably felt, "she chills you out."

Oliver clenched his jaw at that, taking it a way I was sure Elliot hadn't meant.

Reaching up, I tangled my fingers with his, squeezing his large hand in mine. Biting my lip, I felt him visibly calm beside me, pulling me a little closer. My face was pressed against his chest as he laid us back, his feet swung over one arm of the chair and his head rested on the other one.

Obviously everyone either though we were together or heard us nearly fornicating in my room so Oliver didn't seem to care anymore. My free hand was playing with his, "I never agreed to going though."

It felt natural, to lay with Oliver like this, him deciding to play in my hair with the hand that wasn't in mine. His voice was sharp as he directed his question towards me and when I looked up, I saw his pouty lips and furrowed brows, "Why not?"

"I wasn't asked..." Lamely, I responded, my eyes looking up at the dark purple mark is created on his neck, close to his ear. I felt oddly proud of myself as he grinned down at my response.

"Oliverrr," Elliot wined, stretching out the 'r' and catching our attention, "ask her out."

My friends were all staring expectantly, Oliver becoming visibly uncomfortable.

"Elliot-"

Sid snorted, rolling her eyes when all attention was focused on her outburst. She was glaring at us, giving me that look that said 'what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you?' Shaking her head, she raised both of her eyebrows, "You know you want to."

It was silent as I processed exactly what she'd said. Did I like Oliver? Yeah. Did I want to be more than friends? Hell yeah.

But did I really want to deal with everything that came along with being close to him? Oliver was complicated.

I hadn't know anything besides the fact that he's a sad boy who loves the color green and would do anything for his brother.

But even if I didn't know all the facts, I couldn't deny that I knew what he sounded like when he was upset and damn, I had his smile carved in my memory. I admired how strong he pretended to be but how fragile he actually was.

And I liked those things about Oliver.

I liked how he made me feel important and how even though he was violent, I could trust that he'd never lay a harmful finger on me. I liked his laugh and how he put everyone else before himself and I liked how after he hugged me or left me in one of his shirts, it felt like he was there.

Like he cared.

Even then I liked how hesitant he was and that little shy smile that made itself home on his face. You know the smile that slightly quirks up a little further on his left side and the one that stretched out just enough to make it demure.

"Do you -uh- do you want to?" His voice came out just above a whisper, as if he didn't want to say it louder in fear of rejection.

"Do you?" I'd asked, being careful with my response before this all turned into dust and I'd wake up from this dream.

Because who on Earth would've thought that Oliver Remmer would be asking me out?

The boy in question seemed scared of my very confusing and uninformative answer, "Yeah but it doesn't have to be a date if you don't-"

"I want to." I nodded, smiling at the disbelief on his face.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

He seemed to want to play off his shock but I could see right through his simple"Oh."

"Oh?" I smirked, eyebrow raised as if to challenge him and you could tell that no one had expected his ears to go beet-red and his bottom lip to be pulled into his mouth as he sat embarrassed, "So..."

"Friday?" I asked, feeling accomplished that I'd made him blush in front of people and feeling in control. Having this much control over him was empowering considering the fact that just the thought of him makes people pee their pants and just his presence put people on high-alert.

He was intimidating and to see that I'd intimidated him, that was another level of whoa.

"Friday," Oliver cemented into my memory, eyes watching my lips more so than my eyes as his heartbeats increased, "Just to be clear, this is a date?"

"I guess so," I smirked, standing up because my leg was falling asleep from being curled up on Oliver's side for too long. He followed me into the kitchen, not caring about the fact that there were four (my brother no where to be found) people in the living room that were being entertained by our conversations.

"You guess?" The dark haired boy had asked and I could feel his eyes on my ass as I bent over to grab some fruit juice off the bottom shelf in the fridge. I'd long since changed into some PJs, my spandex shorts clinging to my body and oversized tee hanging off my shoulder.

"Do you like me?" I asked, pretending to be occupied but my attention was solely directed on him.

"Well, duh," and I couldn't help the smile that spread into my face at that.

But me being me, I turned around and winked at him, "Then it's a date, wear something cute."

Oliver laughed at that, grabbing my freshly poured drink out of my hand and taking a sip before quickly pecking my lips, "I'll try."

And of course I was happy but I couldn't get over the fact that Oliver Remmer had asked me out.

Oliver Remmer, the crazy psycho loner who has more battle scars than I have friends had asked me out.

And fuck, I was nervous.