It never ends

The drive wasn’t as long as I anticipated. Mostly because Oliver insisted we take his car, because it’s apparently faster. But it was really because he drives way over the speed limit. I told him multiple times to slow down but he just dismisses me. I don’t mind, but I was uncomfortable and paranoid the entire way.
I told him the directions and we pulled up to my parents’ house. We had waited to leave so we arrived around 6. The closer we had gotten to the house the deeper I felt like I was falling into a dark hole. Something didn’t feel right and it had me on edge. It had nothing to do with me and Oliver, but just visiting my parents as if everything was okay, as if our last encounter never happened, as if my mother never said to me what she did.
“Honey we have to leave, it seems our daughter has forgotten her morals”
I remember being considerably distraught after she said it. But then quickly being comforted by Oliver, the distress was very short lived.
I could never confide in my mother about Oliver and I’s relationship problems. I knew she would make me feel worse and tell me I told you so. I didn’t need that.
We pulled up to my parents’ house which looked exactly the same since I left. Barely a leaf out of place. The 3 bedroom ranch house sat behind perfectly cut grass. And a tall willow tree in front of my window. It blocked my view from the real world but thinking about it now even if the tree wasn’t there my mom would have found a way to cut me off.
Oliver parked on the side of the street, the parking lot was full which made me think my parents invited a lot more people and that the house was full. I internally groaned. I didn’t feel like facing the rest of my family. It’s not like I didn’t like being around them I do. But I know what I’m going to have to face when I walk in. A bunch of judging facing and fake plastered smiles.
I turned toward Oliver, I saw him finish typing the last few letters of his text and putting his phone back in his pocket. He turned to me and stared for a few second before a confused expression fell on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m waiting for you”
I didn’t realize how long I must’ve been sitting there just staring out the window.
I got out the car and walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell and heard the loud jingle even from outside. A few seconds later the door opened and my mother peered around with a huge grin on her face. I recognized her mid-calf length sleek black dress which she matched with white gloves, simple silver chain necklace and pearl earrings. She looked stunning. I suddenly felt the need to improve upon my outfit, which I thought was okay. I was wearing a short red sleeveless dress with pleats. The only jewelry I had on was one of Oliver’s watches and a necklace.
My mom pulled me into one of her bone crushing hugs. She must be in a good mood.
“I was wondering when you were going to arrive.” I heard the distant chatter of people from inside.
My mother’s smile faded when her eyes landed on Oliver. She pressed her thin lips together in disapproval. I still don’t understand why she was so against our relationship when it never hurt her.
“Oliver” her voice was tense and tight. At least she was referring to him by name.
Oliver nodded, acknowledging her. I could feel the air around me beginning to thicken. I grabbed Oliver’s hand and moved past my mother to the living room. Where a large number of people were gathered, most were standing and chatting amongst themselves with a glass of most likely wine or whiskey. I didn’t recognize most of these people which made me think she didn’t invite only family.
I tugged on Oliver’s hand, gaining his attention. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow wondering what it is I wanted. I didn’t want to stand around awkwardly until dinner. I was hoping my parents didn’t remodel or do anything to my room because that’s where I wanted to stay for now.
“Come on” I said whispering in his ear. I led him down the hall past the bedroom to the end of the hallway where my old bedroom was. I took the knob and turned it a bit surprised that it wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open and the dusty, cool air hit me immediately. My room was still intact, not even a hair out of place. Have my parents even been in here?
My walls were still painted a light blue. The same shade it’s been since I was allowed to paint it only once. I walked over to my bed and ran my fingers along the silken bedsheets and up to the mahogany headboard. To the right were two windows covered by incredibly meager curtains that always kept my room bright. The many posters of random things and even more random quotes stuck to my wall. A soft clashing black and white polka dotted chair sat near the edge of my wall and a dark wooden dresser sat directly across from my bed. It was covered in pictures of me and my friends, necklaces, perfumes, lotions. Everything you’d think the stereotypical teenager with happily married parents would have.
Oliver walked to my dresser and picked up a small picture frame
“What do you have there?” I asked.
“You were a cheerleader” he said holding up the frame so I could see. I walked up to get a better look. It was a picture of me when I was in high school, freshman year, with two of my friends in our uniforms. I vaguely remember them; I smiled when the past memories came back.
“Yea, I didn’t like it much. That’s why I switched to volleyball, I felt more comfortable with it” Oliver nodded and put the frame down and continued looking over my dresser.
“What are you looking for?” I asked him.
“I’m not looking for anything, I’m just looking. All this explains a lot”
“What do you mean by that?”
Oliver smiled and brought his eyes up to mine. “Nothing bad, just explains why you’re so damn uptight all the time”. I narrowed my eyes. I’m not uptight, or at least I didn’t think I was. I know I’m not exactly a party girl, but I’m not uptight.
“Whatever” I said, just to say something.
I crossed my arms, trying not to overthink what he said. Was that how everyone saw me?
I felt Oliver’s arms snake around my waist and his forehead come to mine.
“I didn’t mean anything bad by it Skyler” His low voice a murmur.
“I know” I replied. Oliver bent down, took my face in his hands and lightly kissed my lips. He moved his mouth to the side of my cheek and slowly descended toward my neck. My breathing hitched as he nibbled on the soft skin. I felt him smile as my head blurred into a haze. I heard the shuffling of papers and the frames of my pictures. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up so I was sitting on the edge of the dresser. I blushed as I thought of what Oliver had in mind.
I wrapped my arms around him as the kiss got deeper. Oliver ran his hand up my thigh sending tingles throughout my body. Just as he brings his hand fully under my dress a knock at the door disrupts us.
“Skyler” It was my father. “Foods ready”
Oliver ignores it and continues his actions.
“Oliver” I moaned; He didn’t respond. I called again and he groaned as he pulled back.
“We have to go” I said.
“Why can’t we just stay in here” he pouted. At that moment I would have done whatever he asked, his pouting was adorable. But I wasn’t going to tell him that because I know he doesn’t like that word.
“Because” I said pushing him back so I was able to stand. “It’s just for a little while and you don’t even have to say anything” I grabbed his hand and left the room.
I don’t know if I looked calm on the outside, but I was feeling anything but on the inside. Oliver doesn’t exactly perfectly fit in with the rest of my family. And I was afraid they were going to say something, if they’re anything like my mother they will. I was just hoping things don’t get heated and everything goes smoothly. I just have to get through this hour of dinner and we’ll go from there.

Notes

I'm uploading at 3 in the morning so I'm sorry if the song maybe not match the chapter.


Went to a fall out boy concert few days ago and i'm still pumped \m/
Title Credit: Blue foundation.