Later that night, I get a text from Oliver.
Oliver: can i come over?
i guess.
I stand up and clean up the room a little bit, wanting it to be presentable, even if I am upset at him. Sofia is out with Ryan, so it'll just be me and him.
Soon enough, there's a knock at my door. I don't let Oliver in yet, just letting him explain himself in the hallway.
"Hey," He says.
I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
"I'm really bad at apologies. But I swear, this is me trying my best. I'm sorry about what I said. I just didn't want to be that guy who didn't have sex with his girlfriend."
"There's nothing wrong with being that guy."
"Well, can you at least forgive me?"
His apology was so bad. But I really don't feel like fighting right now. "As long as you stop saying that stuff."
"I promise," Oliver says, then suddenly kisses me. He guides me into my room and shuts my door behind him.
I know where he's wanting to go, but I don't want it to be for the wrong reasons. I push him away and lie down in my bed. "Let's watch a movie."
Oliver just shrugs and lies down next to me. I rest my head on his chest, one his hoodie strings tickling my cheek. He wraps one arm around me and I pull open my laptop, searching through my downloaded movies.
"Any suggestions?"
He's silent for a second, then points at Mean Girls. "Isn't that movie good? My sister loves it."
"You've never seen Mean Girls??"
"No..."
I shake my head, disappointed, then start the movie. The last I remember is around halfway through before I wake up. I lean over and look at the alarm clock on my dresser, reading two o'clock. I suddenly realize my phone is vibrating, which I guess woke me up. The Caller ID reads Wil, and I decline the call, since I don't want to wake Oliver. I text him instead.
???
Wil: come over NOW
what's wrong??
Wil: JUST COME OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wil: don't get worried, i'm fine. but if it'll make you come faster, then i'm really hurt.
fine. this better be good.
Wil: it is. i promise.
I slowly get off of Oliver and crawl over him to get off the bed. I slip my shoes on, as well as a jacket, then grab my keys and phone. I quietly walk out of the building and drive to Wilbur's apartment. I knock on his door, and he almost immediately answers.
"It's two in the morning." I mumble, stepping in.
"I know!" He says, taking my hand and walking to his kitchen. "Sit down and close your eyes. I have a surprise."
I lower my eyebrows. "I'm not sure I trust you."
Wilbur rolls his eyes. "Just do it!"
I roll my eyes back at him, but close them anyway. I hear his footsteps walk away, then quickly come back.
"Open," He whispers, and I do.
I loudly gasp when I see a small, orange tabby kitten in his hands. "Oh my God,"
"I know,"
"It's so precious!" I hold out my hands, and Wilbur places the cat with me. "Where'd you find it?"
"He was making a lot of noise behind the bookstore when I left, and no one seemed to own him or wanted him, so I took him. I named him Milo."
"Wait, are you keeping him?" I smile up at Wilbur, and he nods.
"This building allows pets, and he's so adorable, so..."
I place a kiss on Milo's small forehead. "I'm in love with him. I'll be visiting you a lot more often."
He chuckles and pulls up a seat next to me. We watch, giggling, as Milo walks back in forth between our laps, nipping at our hands and mewing.
Suddenly, without a warning, the little kitten starts peeing on me. Wil immediately sets him on a dishtowel on the table, and I stand up from the chair, both of us laughing.
"Want a sweatshirt?" He asks me, and I nod. I peel off my soaked jacket, and my shirt as well, since it soaked through. Thankfully, I'm wearing a sports bra, so I'm not too exposed. Even though, it doesn't matter, since Wilbur's seen it before.
He comes back and hands me a plain back sweatshirt. I thank him put it on, and he takes my dirty clothes then puts him in the wash.
I know I should get back, but I don't think Oliver's noticed, and Milo is just too cute. I sit with Wilbur on his couch, watching as he teases the cat with a laser pointer.
"I need to buy him stuff, but I don't know where." Wil explains. "He's pretty hungry, and I haven't gone to the grocery store yet. I also need to take him to a vet soon."
"There's a 24-hour Wal-mart nearby. I'm sure they have everything he needs."
Wilbur smiles at me. "You sure?"
I nod, not really caring if Oliver finds out. Wilbur and I are just friends, and I'm helping a cat survive. I'm not doing anything wrong.
