𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊

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Authors note: Hey, I did publish this chapter once before but I'm rewriting it as I wrote the last version in the midst of writers block! Please enjoy this updated version, as this story is SUPPOSED to be a slow burn. So, no smut :0

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Everyone was down by the lake, and Darla still hadn't arrived yet. It was making Oliver and Felix restless but Farleigh and Venetia remained unbothered. They were getting slightly irritated at Oliver and Felix as they kept pestering them, questioning when Darla would be there.

Felix could sense Oliver's strange behaviour towards Darla, and Oliver knew he could sense it. The difference was Oliver did not care for how obvious he may seem, where as Felix cared too much.

While Farleigh sat on a sun chair reading a book, Venetia was laid down on the wooden pier with her hair hanging over the edge and a book in her hands. Felix was sat in a pool float, gently moving around the water and Oliver was laid on top of a picnic blanket with his arms behind his head and a pair of shades over his eyes.

"Guys," Farleigh said, catching everyone's attention, "look who's here." He smiled as they all looked to see Darla walking towards the lake. Oliver sat up and his cheeks grew red as he laid his eyes upon the bare skin of Darla.

She wore white flip flops on her feet, showing the baby pink her toenails were painted. Her swim wear consisted of a white one-piece with subtle pink designs over it, and a small rose decoration attached in the centre of her chest.

She had brought of bag with her that was white, and also had depictions of butterflies but with more warm, vibrant colours. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun and she wore shades, along with a silver necklace.

"Hey," Darla spoke softly as she smiled and waved at everyone. Venetia and Farleigh replied clearly but Oliver and Felix both stumbled over their words, earning nasty glare towards one another.

Darla made her way over to the picnic blanket that Oliver was sat on and she gracefully sat herself down on the blanket. Oliver couldn't help but admire her body.

"You look fuckin' gorgeous," Oliver mumbled but she heard and tried to hide the smile it brought to her face. She bit her lip and smiled, hesitating to pull something from her bag as she looked around at everyone. Then she pulled it out, and it was five ice pops, making everyone cheer. She handed one to Oliver, and had a good aim when throwing one to everyone else. She even managed to get one to Felix all the way by the lake.

They all sat in a comfortable silence as they unwrapped their ice pops. As Oliver put his in his mouth, he couldn't help but gaze at Darla as she stuck her tongue out, dragging the ice pop along her tongue. It gave him a dirty image, but he tried to push it away. After a few minutes, they had almost finished their ice pops.

"Darla, you gonna jump in?" Venetia asked as she pointed toward the water, slurping on her ice pop. Darla hummed as she thought about it briefly, sucking on her ice pop. A bit dribbled down her chin so Oliver reached out to wipe his thumb over her chin, then place his thumb in his mouth.

"Hmm, only if Ollie jumps in," she smiled at him and stuck her tongue out. He screwed his face up at her while shaking his head. She pouted and widened her eyes at him, clasping her hands together in a begging motion. He rolled his eyes playfully and placed down the stick of his ice pop, reluctantly getting up. Darla cheered for him and got up after him. Venetia hopped up to make way.

Oliver stood at the end of the pier, but before he was able to jump in, he was gently nudged from behind, causing his to tumble in. He surfaced and wiped the water from his face to look at Darla who was swaying back and forth and looking at the sky while trying to repress a laugh.

Venetia went next and cannonballed in, splashing a moody Felix in the face. When it came to Darla's turn, her dive in was as graceful as she was. When she came up, Oliver noticed her struggle to stay afloat so as he kicked his legs to keep himself up, he placed his hands on her waist to keep her up. She voluntarily pressed her front against his, blushing as they got close and personal.

All of a sudden, a floater was smacked into the top of Oliver's head, causing him to groan and momentarily be drowned underwater. He saw Felix sneering at him, and if Darla wasn't there, Felix would have suffered for causing him humiliation in front of her. His anger was calmed though, just by looking at Darla.

He couldn't keep his eyes away from her. She brushed her wet hair out of her face, and he saw the water trickling down her bare skin. All he wanted was to hold her, to rip her bikini off of her but he also would want to be gentle, take his time to admire each part of her body.

Either way, he was happy.

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