Chapter 18: Dates... And Hospitals.

After taking, what I am certain is, the quickest shower known to mankind, I threw on a dress that I got with Oliver a while ago and some sneakers and I was out the door, I did make sure to say goodbye to my parents though.

When I stepped outside, I saw that Oliver was already standing there,"How long are you here?" I asked.

"Around ten minutes, I didn't want to rush you." When I reached him, he smiled and pulled me into a hug, l love his hugs.

"So, where are we going?" I asked when we pulled apart and he took my hand in his.

"Surprise." He said and we started walking, I hate surprises.

"Sure you do," he muttered, I said that out loud didn't I?

After a couple of minutes of walking, we arrived at a ice cream parlor, I love ice cream.

"I know you do," Oliver smiles.

"I should really stop thinking out loud." I grumble.

"No, it's cute." He kisses my temple, heart? Melting.

"What would you like?" The cashier girl asked, clearly ogling Oliver.

Some weird instinct is telling me to pull him away and yell, MINE, but I won't do that.

"What would you like Smalls?" Oliver asked, bringing me back from the murder scene that's going on in my brain.

"Uhh, I don't know, surprise me?"

"I thought you hate surprises," Oliver smirks, kill me now.

"I do, but I'm also indecisive, so it might take us half an hour If I choose." I mutter.

"Alright," he kisses my cheek this time, a blush covering both of our cheeks.

Oliver ordered me a strawberry and chocolate cone, and vanilla for him.

I love strawberry and chocolate.

"I know you do, that's why I chose it." I should really stop thinking out loud.

He tugs on my hand that's holding his and we start walking, not really knowing where we're going.

"You know, I kinda like this." I gesture to our laced hands, choosing to be bold.

"Yeah?" I nod, "Good, cause I'm planning on doing this a lot." He tugged me closer to him and wrapped his hand over my shoulders, successfully mushing me to his side.

With a huge grin on my face I wrap my free hand around his waist.

Somehow, we ended up on a beach bench, watching he sunset, our ice creams are long gone, mostly on my fingers that are now sticky.

"Do you have a tissue?" I ask Oliver, completely annoyed at my hands.

"Uh, I think so?" Well he sounds sure.

I love being bitter, it's definitely a personality trait.

"Here," he pulled out a small wipe thing that they give in restaurants.

"Thank you," I smile widely and wipe my fingers clean, I hate having sticky fingers.

"No problem, Smalls." He tugs me closer to him.

He's so warm.

I didn't say it out loud this time, at least I don't think I did.

"Hey, you know summer's almost over right?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah," a small frown taking over my smile.

"What are Soph and Bella doing?"

"They're going to the same college as you, I didn't tell you that?" I asked.

"Nope," he rested his chin on my head.

"Oh, that's why they spent the summer with us, something about not wanting to get attached to their parents again." That's kinda sad if you think about it.

"Oh, and when are you going to the city?" He asked.

"For what?" I dumbly asked.

"Your resumes, idiot." He pulls back and smiles at me.

"Oh," wow I'm and idiot, "Oh sometime next week." I reply.

"Want me to take you?" He asked.

"Uh, if it's not a problem." I really need to get my license.

"You'll never be a problem." He seriously replies.

"Thank you, Ollie."

"No problem, but there's still something on your mind." He states, and boops my forehead, obviously seeing my 'dilemma face' as Isabella likes to call it.

"I don't think any psychology firm will accept me, you know with me being young and all, or they'll give me a shit job, and I hate being underestimated." I rant.

"Well if they don't, they're stupid, they'll be overlooking the fact that someone as young as you done something that they couldn't." He reasoned.

"I know, and thank you, but I just feel like I should've taken the regular path, you know, four years of high school and not three, having a degree after college instead of not needing it, I feel like an odd duck," Oliver nods, knowing I have more to say. "I sound like an entitled brat, I know, but I've always been put down or bullied because of this, I just sometimes hate it, even though it's mostly a blessing rather than a curse." I finish.

I know I lucked out, I don't have student debt to worry about, which crushes most people, the statistics are scary too, but when you've been put down because of something that you genuinely can't change, it makes you doubt everything else, it's stupid, but I guess that's how it is.

"I know you think it's weird, but personally I kinda admire you," cue fan girl moment, "You've done things that even I'm in the middle of doing," he's talking about college, "And anyone that has put you down because of you being smart, they're probably jealous and honestly fuck 'em, I hate people who put down other people." He whispered the last part.

"Did you just curse?" I amused.

"Yes, don't divert the subject." He firmly said.

"Thank you, and you're right, Ollie, they're jealous fuckers." I state with a smile.

And when he saw my smile, he smiled too, I've always known my smile is contagious. Wow, I need to be humbled.

"I like you." Oliver blurted, his cheeks turned rosy. Awww cute.

"Well I sure hope so," I smile even wider.

"No I meant like, I really like you." He said, turning all shy.

Is this the time to tell him I've had a crush on him for half a decade? No, Kayden, show your crazy later.

"I really like you too." I stated, deciding to go with the more subtle version.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yup, you're kinda cute." I said, my smile never faltering.

He smiles, "Thank you, you're cuter though." Liar.

Suddenly I jump up, tugging his hands so he'll stand as well, when he gets the memo, he takes my hand and we start walking again, just this time, I'm way more energetic and jumpy.

I think I have a sugar rush.

"Calm down, Kay, you'll fall." Oliver tried to tug me towards him, no success though, cause I pried my hand from his and started walking backwards. Still smiling like an idiot.

Will this end badly? Probably.

"Kay, you'll fall." Oliver said again, looking supper serious, and trying to keep up with me.

"No I won't." And right at that second, guess what I did? Yup, ladies and gentlemen, I fell.

Oliver crouched next to me, "You okay?" He asked and I nodded, kinda embarrassed that I just fell out of nowhere, "Come on, crazy, let's get you up." He lifted me up from under my arms and placed me gently on my feet.

And right then I felt a jolt of pain go through my ankle, a small hiss escaping my mouth.

"So you're not okay," he lifted me up again and placed me on a bench, "Where does it hurt?" He asked, not looking annoyed or anything, just worried.

"My foot." I replied, never let me have sugar again.

"Can you move it?" He asked and I tried, no success though.

"Okay, on my back you go." He turned around and gently tugged my shins towards him and I wrap my arms over his shoulders while he grabs my thighs and stands up.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Don't be, anyone can fall, Smalls, just be careful next time okay?" And I nod, placing my head on his shoulder.

Half an hour later, I'm sitting in the ER, a cast on my right leg, yes I broke my leg from literally tripping on thin air, I have a talent.

And before you ask, yes, Oliver carried me all the way to here, and no, he didn't drop me once.

"Well, Kayden, we're done now, just don't put much pressure on your leg and you should be able to take the cast off in around three weeks." The nurse explained with a kind smile on her face.

"Thank you," Oliver looked over at me.

"Yeah, thank you." I smiled at her.

"No problem, you guys are good to go." She moved over to another patient.

"What do you think you're doing?" Oliver asked when I got up and started to walk/limp towards the exit.

"Leaving?" I turned to him.

"Yeah I can see that, why are you walking though?" He came over to me.

"You're not carrying me again." I stated, putting my hands on his chest as if to push him away, of course, he didn't budge.

In fact he used the hand that isn't holding my shoe to gently tug me closer to him.

"You're going to be the death of me." He mutters.

"Probably," I shrug.

He chuckled, "Come on, let me carry you, please? Just until you get your crutches." I hate crutches.

"Fine," I grumbled.

He smiled in triumph and scooped me up like a five year old, I'm sure I somehow flashed someone because of my dress, but seeing the huge smile on Oliver's face makes it worth it.

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Hey, hi, hello.

How are you?

Was the broken leg necessary? No. Did I still do it? Hell yes.

And also I liked showing the more vulnerable side of Kayden, just to show that the bullying did affect her, she just doesn't show it much.

Personally I really like this chapter, it's really cute.

Can you please vote if you liked the chapter? I'd really appreciate it. *cue kissy face*

Anyhow, did you guys like the chapter? I sure hope so.

Okay I'll stop being annoying now.

QOTC☟︎

K, love you bye, muah <3.