When the Words Mean Nothing I'll Still Be Singing

I had to laugh when we finally made it to where Oli had lead me. It was his house. He knew my parents would be beyond pissed if they happened to be home and caught me skipping. Which would not have helped the situation at all. The last thing I needed was more people angry with me. Though they’re anger wouldn’t have bothered me nearly as much as Toms.

Oli managed to keep my mind off of Tom somewhat. Not completely, but it was better then having it all crash down on me again. I did not need another water works scene.

“We,” Oli said as he grabbed some things out of his fridge, “are going to make cookies.”

I raised an eyebrow, I would probably have giggled at him if circumstances were different, “you can’t bake.”

“I know I cant, but you can.”

I sighed and half smiled, “I suppose… what kind of cookies?”

He perked up and grinned, “chocolate chip.”

I searched the rest of the kitchen for everything we needed. My heart wasn’t really in baking at the moment. But I didn’t want to make Oli sad too; he seemed genuinely excited about making cookies.

Oli mixed everything together, while I measured and poured them into the bowl. I couldn’t help but wonder what Tom was doing. Was he thinking about what happened? Was he sorry? Or did he really want nothing to do with me anymore? I couldn’t bear the thought of that, and the tears started to well up in my eyes once again.

Suddenly I was hit in the face with a handful of chocolate chips. I looked over at Oli, who was grinning like a mad man, “thank you?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him. No matter how bad I felt, Oli always seemed to have the cure. It was just like when we were younger; he always knew how to make everything better. Even if the fix was simply throwing chocolate chips at me.

“You were zoning out on me,” he laughed as he started to pick up the chocolate chips, “am I really that boring?”

“No,” I sighed, “I just have a lot on my mind… and before you ask, no. I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

He slightly frowned at that, but continued to clean. I decided to start plopping the dough on the cookie sheet while he finished. Oli hugged me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder when he finished cleaning.

“I missed this,” he mumbled, his breath warm on my neck, “I missed this a lot.”

I nodded and looked him in the eyes, “me too.”

His eyes were still as warm and beautiful as I remembered. It was easy to get lost in them, much like Toms icy blues. I was getting a little uncomfortable with the way Oli was looking at me. It was a little more then an ‘I just want to be your friend’ kinda look.

“I think you should but those in the oven,” I referred to the dough that was waiting to be turned into cookies.

Oli looked away from me and down at the cookie sheet. He sighed and let me go before grabbing the sheet, and placing it in the preheated oven, “wanna watch TV?”

I nodded my head in agreement, as Oli grabbed my hand and started to lead me out of the kitchen.

“You are timing those right?” he asked as he opened the door to his room.

“Yeah.”

“Good… I forgot to.”

“I know.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “really now?”

“You never remember little things like that.” I stated matter of factly, I knew Oli like the back of my hand. He hadn’t changed much.

He chuckled as he turned the TV on, “I’m not the same boy you used to know… I have changed.”

I shrugged and sat on his bed, “I’ve noticed the little important things have stayed the same though… well, important to me I suppose.”

He looked lovingly down at me and grinned, “you haven’t changed though.”

“You’d be surprised.”