I Hate You...I Think (25 page)

             
"Sit up, bun," he told me turning on a light.

             
"Bun?" I asked sitting up and groaning as the light hit my eyes, my head exploding in pain. Oliver sat something in my lap while I clinched my eyes shut. I opened them to look down at a plate of eggs and a glass cup with water and another with pinkish red liquid in it. I stared at is moment.

             
"Is it blood?" I asked.

             
He burst out laughing. "Are you still drunk?" he laughed looking down at me tilting my chin up to look me in the eye.

             
"No," I huffed glaring at the plate of eggs, which did not look appetizing at all.

             
"It's a fruit smoothie," he smirked.

             
I stared at the cup a moment. Of all the things to bring someone with a hangover, why this?

             
"It'll help I promise," he told me sitting down next to me.

             
"I don't have to eat them," I pointed to the eggs disgusted. "Do I?"

             
"No, but drink the smoothie."

             
Begrudgingly, I lifted the glass to my lips and sipped it. Surprisingly, my throat stopped burning. I took another gulp. Wow this is great. I gulped down the rest of the drink quickly, my stomach already feeling better.

             
"Here," he took my hand placing two tablets in my hand. I took them and drank the entire glass of water. My stomach was now full of liquids but it seemed happy, though the taste in my mouth was another story.

             
"Better?" Oliver asked taking a strand of my hair and placing it behind my ear. Before he could pull his hand away again I snatched it and kissed the top of it. He flashed an adorable lopsided grin. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to mine.

             
"What have I said about your touchy gooey moments?" Jake announced from the doorway. Oliver and I groaned in unison. I was getting sick of interrupted.

             
"Jake, get out before I chuck this glass at your head," I warned lifting the cup off the tray in my lap. Oliver snatched my hand.

             
"Please don't break my glass," he told me taking it and the tray away from me and sitting it on the dresser.

             
"Oh thanks," Jake replied sarcastically to Oliver. "Glad you’re worried about your best friend."

             
"Here throw this," Oliver told me handing me his shoe. I grinned as Jake's eye went big. He ducked out of the way as the shoe flew over his head and hit the wall behind him, with the loudest thud ever. There was a shriek from down the hall, as it clearly woke Kimmy.

             
"Sorry!" I yelled.

             
"Dude!" Logan yelled back.

             
"Why are you people yelling?" Jet asked stumbling into the room rubbing his eyes.

             
"Ever, tried to kill me with a shoe," Jake told him.

             
Jet laughed, then looked at me. "You missed."

             
"Hey!" Jake said looking offended. Logan suddenly ran in tackling Jake and Jet to the ground. The three started rolling around on the floor wrestling. I'd never seen them act like this.

             
"I think there still drunk," Oliver laughed as if reading my mind.

             
"Are not!" Jake and Logan yelled looking up at Oliver. Jet who was lying on his back looked back at us upside down.

             
"I didn't even drink."

             
Alex popped into the room diving in the middle of them.

             
"Gahhh!" They yelled kicking and shoving to get him off. Someone cleared there throat. I looked back at the doorway to see Kimmy standing there with her hands on her hips. Tyler was poking his head around the doorway smiling slightly at the madness before him.

             
"Oh...uh...hi Kimmy," I said sheepishly. I knew she was unhappy about being woken up.

             
"Don't “Hi Kimmy” me," she grumbled stepping over the flopping boys and came over to the foot of the bed.

             
"I love you," I grinned innocently. I saw her trying not to smile.

             
"So umm...now that you two are awake, are you leaving?" She asked lifting a piece of her hair and examining it.

             
"Are you trying to get rid of us?" Oliver asked.

             
"Maybe..." she grinned.

             
"No she's ready for you two to go do "stuff" so that Ever will quit blushing all the time," Alex put in pushing himself from the ground. He wasn't standing long as Kimmy turned smacking him in the stomach and he went back down again his butt landing on Jake's head. Jake screamed like a little girl, which made everyone in the room just about die from laughter.

             
"I told you he was gay!" I exclaimed holding my stomach, it hurt from laughing so hard.

             
"I am not!" Jake's muffled voice came from under Alex who was now purposely sitting on his head. Jake lifted Alex off and dumped him over on to the ground. Sitting up he began rubbing his face hard and sticking out his tongue in disgust.

             
"Wait!" I gasp realizing what Alex had said. "Kimmy!" I yelled looking at her. She was near the closet picking up my blue suitcase and dropping on the bed.

             
"Yes?" she smiled.

             
"I'll take this as a cue to leave," Oliver smirked looking up from my suitcase to me.

             
"Yep, so get up Ever," Kimmy said jerking at the blankets. I screamed clutching them tight in my hands.

             
"NO!"

             
"She has no pants on," Oliver informed Kimmy with a smug grin on his face.

             
Kimmy's mouth dropped open and all wrestling ceased as the stared up at me.

             
"You...he..." she accused, pointing back and forth from me and Oliver.

             
"No! We didn't!" I blurted my face going a very deep shade of red.

             
"I didn't think she'd be comfortable sleeping in that dress and I couldn't find her clothes," Oliver shrugged looking down at my suitcase.

             
"Y...y...ou...” my mouth was hanging open. He had changed me.

             
Kimmy awed, "You changed her. How sweet," she cooed.

             
"OUT!" I bellowed. "Everyone out!"

             
"You’re kicking me out of my own room?" Oliver mused.

             
"Damn straight," I told him throwing his pillow at him. Oliver shoed everyone out. Kimmy looked back and winked at me before Oliver shut the door on her.

             
"I thought I-"

             
"I'll be in the bathroom," he laughed walking across the room and shutting the door behind him. I sat there a moment till I heard him turn on the shower.

Getting up quickly I looked down at myself. I was wearing one of Oliver's band
tees. I smiled at it and was tempted to just throw on some jeans and wear it. I thought better of it. Pulling it over my head I inhaled his scent and threw it on the bed.

             
Digging around in my luggage I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue and black stripped shirt. The sleeves slide down my arms showing my throat, collar bone and shoulders.

I was pulling on my boots when the bathroom door opened. I glanced up for a moment and stopped my jaw hitting the floor. Oliver stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand drying his hair. My
eyes were glued to his toned stomach and arms.

             
Without thinking I found myself going to him. He threw the towel on his shoulder and looked up at me from under his dark hair. He gave a questioning look wrapping his arms around my waist pulling into him. Running my hands up his stomach to his chest he let out a small groan.

             
"Ever," he breathed. I continued upwards till I reached his face and pulled his head to me to kiss his soft lips. He tightened his arms around me his hand in my hair. There was a loud pounding on the door.

             
Groaning he pulled away.

             
"What!" he barked.

             
"Stop making out!" Jake yelled.

             
"How the hell did you even know?" I yelled back, stepping away from Oliver who reluctantly let me go. He ran his hand through his hair in annoyance. Jake let out an evil cackle from beyond the door and I hear him move away.

             
"We're leaving, right now," Oliver grumbled going to his closet and throwing a shirt over his head. His towel dropped suddenly and he cursed but I was frozen in shock staring at his perfect backside. He looked over his shoulder and a smirk instantly spread across his face.

             
"Like what you see?" he grinned. "I can turn around..?"

             
That snapped me out of my stare instantly my face surely glowing in embarrassment; I turned and bolted from the room slamming the door behind me.

              I was excited bouncing up and down in my seat.

             
"Ever, knock it off," Oliver laughed.

             
"Never!" I declared laughing.

             
He shook his head. "I'm going to murder, Logan. What did he give you anyways?"

             
"5-hour energy. It tasted like crap, but I have so much energy. Are we almost there?" I asked shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I wanted out of Jet's stuffy little car.

             
Oliver grumbled under his breath about beating Logan when we got home.

             
"Oh look! Kitty!" I grinned seeing a cat run across the street. I knew it would annoy Oliver and I was right. Oliver jumped slightly at my high pitched voice.

             
"Ever, I love you but baby girl calm down," he frowned running his hand through his hair.

             
I frowned back at him sinking into my seat. He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel a small smile on his face. It was silent a moment which was driving me crazy. I smirked and quickly reached over and poked him in the side.

             
He jumped. "Everlyn Ann F-," he scolded.

             
"Are we there yet?" I cut in grinned innocently at him.

             
Oliver groaned pinching the bridge of his nose but I could see his lips turned up a little at the side.

             
"We left ten minutes ago."

             
"Sooo?" I asked in a 'duh' tone.

             
He sighed, "So it'll be another fifteen to twenty minutes before we get there."

             
"Fine," I grumbled and reached over turning on the radio. Rihanna was playing, so I started singing.

             
"The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more."

             
"Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it."

             
"Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it."

             
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite meeee."

             
Oliver suddenly shut off the radio.

             
"Oliver," I groaned. "You’re not letting me do anything."

             
"Ever, I know damn well you’re doing it on purpose," he smirked.

             
I looked with fake shock. "Me? Never!"

              By the time we reached the hotel Oliver was grumbling and cursing everything under the sun, and I found it incredibly amusing. The valet who was came to help us get our bags out of the trunk didn't know what to make of us. I kept swaying back and forth on the balls of my feet, while Oliver kind of scowled at me. Then he snapped at the valet for staring at me. We entered the hotel and I was in awe. This hotel definitely had to cost a lot. There were sculpted angels around the ceiling. Taking Oliver's hand I started to skip forward but he jerked me back to his side and wrapped his arm tight around me waist.