Chapter 5

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<pre>Chapter 5

"Hello?" Oliver's muffled voices answered. I let out a sigh of relief, for some reason I thought he wouldn't be in the mood to talk to me.

"Umm... Hey Oliver. It's me, Lily." I replied as I tried to hide the pain written in my voice as best as I could.

"What's wrong Lily? Is everything ok?" he comforted. So much for me hiding my sadness.

"I don't want to talk about it over the phone... Can you come over for a little bit?" I asked.

"Sure, be there in ten." I heard his phone click off so I shut mine off and shoved it in my back pocket. I was in the loft area of the stable on top of some piles of hay, I searched for a blanket and found one near the oat buckets. Gently, I laid it on top of me and shut my eyes to try to relax. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

While I slept I had a very strange dream. I was lost in the city, I had the sense that I was far from home and that I was running away from something that had been following me. I ran for what seemed like a very long time, dodging trash cans and shouting people.

Before I knew it I was cornered between buildings, the footsteps that I had heard chasing after me were gone. Things didn't feel safe; I still sensed a shadow, but I was too scared to look turn around and face it. My nose was nearly to the wall at the end of the alley, and the shadow was getting closer and closer. I counted to three before I finally turned around and let out a ear piercing scream. Something took a hold of me and covered my mouth slowly suffocating me until I finally woke up speechless.

I suddenly felt claustrophobic and hot, I was sweating. Letting my eyes focus, I blinked a few time before I tried to take in my surroundings, but it was sort of dark.

It took me a few second to realize that I was still in the stable laid out on top of some hay. Something was wrapped around my waist.

I traced the shadow of something warm around my waist to a figure sprawled out beside me. It was Oliver. He had one arm around my waist and the other was supporting his head as pillow. His legs were randomly spread out and his mouth was wide open; not only was he snoring, but he was also drooling.

Before I could help myself I let out a chuckle, then my chuckle turned to a snort, and my snort turned into uncontrollable laughter.

I let myself laugh at the silly image of Oliver next to me, I whipped out my phone and immediately took a picture. Gosh he is such a dork. But I love him.

Wait... Did I just...

Well I do love him. As a friend. Yes that's it, I love him as a friend and only as a friend.

Before I could debate with myself any longer the goofy guy next to me let out a groan, then a yawn. A few seconds later Oliver was sitting upright staring at me. I was grinning from ear to ear, and I didn't even know why. But I didn't care.

"What's with you?" he mumbled, scratching his head as he gave me the most adorable, curious look. I leaned in and slowly wiped some drool off his chin.

"Yuck!" I snorted, while wiping his nasty drool on his shirt. He blushed then crossed his arms at me defensively.

"Like your one to talk! Did you know you kick in your sleep? Like.. REALLY hard!"

That reminds me, what was he doing next to me while I was sleeping?!

"Well that's what you get for sleeping next to me, what do you think you were doing? Your lucky I didn't kick your face! Which would have served you right for trying to get close to me while I was unaware!" I accused, poking him as hard as I could with my finger. That didn't do much damage and only seemed to hurt my finger. He seemed to notice and let out a smirk; I quickly took back my finger.

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