when he orders more sugar with his bubble tea, does it mean he's more sweet?
sometimes i don't understand oliver.
then again, i'm quite sure he doesn't always understand me.
but as we walk to the little corner gelato or icecream (another thing i don't understand - what's the difference between them?) shop, oliver laces his fingers through mine, and i look down awkwardly at our now twined fingers, though i see he's caught ahold of dex's hand as well, and done the same.
"i'll treat you guys," he smiles widely.
i laugh nervously, "it's okay, i'll pay for myself."
"aw, come on, lily. it's not like it's going to kill you."
yes it will, i think briefly, but then, hey! i can save some money! yeah, let oliver pay.
i sigh, "alright then."
"what do you want dex?" ollie asks.
"triple scoop vanilla for me. what do you want lils?"
"ooh, i don't know." i ponder for a moment. "i'll have the nougat one. one scoop please."
"okay, so a triple scoop vanilla, single scoop italian nougat and a double scoop salted caramel."
when he turns his back, suddenly i realise just how attractive oliver can be. and i don't want to have realised. because i'll have gone too deep, and i can't do that. i'll end up hurting people.
i'll end up hurting mum.
i can't do that.
he probably doesn't even like me, so i think i'll get over it, eventually.
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// october 31, 2013
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bubble to the tea
Teen Fictioni see it. how james looks at her and how sophia cringes every time she looks at the sugar level and how dex thinks the ice can numb him. sometimes bubble tea can tell you a lot about people. {short chapters and lower case on purpose} {cover made by...
