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Feb 03, 2014 04:51PM

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Name: Oliver Elliot
Age: 18
Appearance: http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photo...
Other: Um... he's... a dude :)
Girl:
Name: Elena Rose
Age:17
Appearance: http://davidcollard.files.wordpress.c...
Other: She's really sweet


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Oliver was leaving the diner where he and his friends hung out after school every Friday. He laughed at something stupid his friend had said and slipped into his car. Pulling out of the parking lot, Oliver started his drive home.

Elena pulled into Daniel's driveway, took a deep breath, and stepped out of her car. She walked up to his front door, trying to act confident. She was a very bad actress.
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Oliver had just pulled into his driveway and was pulling his keys from the ignition. He walked up to the door and was fumbling to get the stupid key into the lock.

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Oliver jumped, dropping the keys and cursing to himself. He turned around, looking slightly bewildered. "Um.... hello?"

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He blushed slightly and took his keys from her hand. "Yeah.. you're in my Chemistry class right?" He asked, turning to unlock the door. Maybe he would be successful this time!

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She shocked him again, this time with what she said. He dropped the keys again. "Damn it!" He reached down to pick them up, hitting his head on the doorknob. "Ugh..." He sat on the ground for a few seconds. "Sorry.. um.. but could you please try and open this door?" He handed her the keys, majorly embarrassed.

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He stood and walked in after her, closing the door behind him. He sighed and walked into the livingroom.
((gtg, rp with ya tomorrow!! :D ))

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Oliver looked over at her. "Whatever. I don't nede a tutor. I'm doing just fine," He sat down on thee couch and turned on the tv.

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Oliver looked at her, a bemused look on his face. "You'll do my homework for me? You think that's what I want?" He stood, and looked down at her, anger edging his voice. "I want to be left alone, I want to do my own damn homework, I want my parents to stop acting like I just need to study harder! I want them to stop acting like something's isn't wrong with me!"
Oliver threw the remote on the couch and stormed from the livingroom.

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"I can do whatever the hell I want! It's my house!" He yelled at her. "And it's none of your business what I'm like! Just get out." Oliver walked upstairs to his room and slammed the door.

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Oliver turned on his iPod, which was plugged into his very badass dock. He turned it on full blast, some rock song that he didn't even know the words to.

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Oliver really didn't want to come out, but he had forgotten to grab a snack when he first came home. Oliver had alrerady taken his shirt off, and was currently just wearing jeans. He didn't really care at this point, and walked out and downstairs to the kitchen. He reahed into the fridge, grabbing some food. "Do you want anything?"

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Oliver set his jaw, and closed the fridge door. "So, I'm guessing it's a no on the snack." He grabbed an apple off the counter and opened his Gatorade.

Elena nodded and took the book from him. She read silently over the text he ended on. ((totally making their science class Biology, cuz thats the science I'm currently in right now so I can put in random facts))
"Ok, well you ended on the passing of sex-linked traits. So, it's actually pretty easy. You just draw a Punnett square, like this," She drew one down to show him how easy it was.
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Oliver looked at her, and felt terrible. "I'm really sorry, Jane. You don't deserve this. I apologize for my ass-holiness."

((yay, im not the only one!)) "Ok, so let's have baldness at our example trait. Let's say the dad has a dominant for baldness, and the mom doesn't. So, you fill in the squares like this," She showed him how by writing it down on a piece of notebook paper.
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"It's not fine," He said, truly sorry. He put a hand on her shoulder gently. "I am reallllllyy sorry." Oliver hugged her softly. "Maybe you should just go. I can tell my parents you helped me, and say something that sounds smart."

Elena froze, just staring at the page. "Um.. uh.. and so.. there's a... 25% chance of... um.. the child not... being bald..."
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Oliver shook his head. "No, you need the money. It's fine, I'm a good liar."

"Um.. so... yeah.. if they have four kids, there's, uh, a likely chance that three will be bald.. and 1 won't." Elena was just too shocked to really move at this point.
"That's not what I meant, Jane. It's not you! I just... I just don't want a tutor."
((secret plot twist: Oliver had dyslexia, and his parents are in denial :D ... well... not happy, but... um.... :I ))

((wait, threats back??))
Elena sighed. "So, are you ready to move on?" She looked up at him.
Oliver sighed, looking at the kitchen tiles. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine... sure, whatever..."

She turned a few pages to the next subject. "Would you like to.. uh.. continue with science, or move to another subject?"
Oliver smiled at her happiness, hugging her back gently. "It's my pleasure, Jane," He replied.

Oliver walked behind her, his eyes sort of wide. He definitely wasn't expecting that.

"Um... how about...hmm... how about lunch! That's a great subject!" He grinned and plopped on the couhc next to her.

Oliver pouted. "Fine..." He sighed and laid back against the couch.

Oliver grinned, scooting closer to read over her shoulder. "Y'know, school sucks," He told her matter of factly.

((I'm sorry! :( :( :( I hope ya feel better! :( ))
"Why do you hate it?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. He placed his elbow on the back of the couch behind her head, and leaned on his hand.

"I can try," He told her gently. Oliver reached and held her chin in his hand. He directed her face towards him.

Oliver took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "I may not know what being bullied is like, but I do know how depression is. I know what it's like coming home and having to hide things from your parents. And I do have to worry about my grades. A lot more than other people do. And you're lucky that your parents worry. Mine are so blinded by pride in my soccer career, that they don't even notice what else happens," Oliver spoke softly, looking down at the floor. "The only reason people like me is because of a stupid act I have to put on to hide the truth..."

Oliver smiled softly, looking into her eyes. Oliver leaned forward slowly, brushing his lips over hers. He didn't want to push her, so he did it slowly enough so she would have a chance to resist if she wanted to.

Oliver smiled against her lips, and placed his free hand on her waist. Oliver kissed her sweetly, savoring the moment.

Oliver pulled her closer, kissing her just a bit deeper. Oliver's eyes had closed too, and he liked kissing her. A lot.

Oliver licked her bottom lip, holding her waist tight to him. The hand holding hers brought her arm up around his neck, as this made her come even closer.

Oliver leaned back onto the couch, her coming with him. His hand was placed around her cheek, his fingers tangled in her hair.

Oliver smiled. "I really like you, too. I have for a while," He admitted, kissing the corner of her mouth.

Oliver wrapped his arm around her shoulders, hugging her tight. "I've always been jealous, how well you handle things at school. Because you're not the most popular girl, and you don't care. I wish I could be like you," He told her gently and looked down at her. "And if anyone is out of anyone else's league, it'd be me. I don't deserve someone like you."

Oliver smiled, tracing a finger over her temple, and down her cheek. "I want you as well, Jane," He murmured softly, leaning down to kiss her lips.

Oliver ran a hand down her waist, deepening their kiss a bit more. He nibbled her bottom lip softly, licking it afterwards.

((gtg.... sorry@))

Oliver grinned, pulling her closer to him still. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispered into her ear. This was a big deal for him. He'd only had one real girlfriend, and she had broken his heart.

Oliver smiled widely, hugging her tight. "Thank you," He replied, kissing her cheek, her hair, and her lips softly.

Oliver shrugged, still smiling. "I wanted to," He told her, kissing her back sweetly.