The Transitioning Series: Transfiguring

Chapter Nine: Getting To Know You

Chelsea woke up the following morning and groaned. She pulled herself up and slouched against the wooden headboard before opening her eyes and realising she was in a completely different location than what she remembered the night before. She looked around and saw the dark blue curtains at the window were still drawn and the door was closed, the bed she was in, was larger than the one she had back at home. On the wall in front of her was a large flatscreen television and next to that was a tall bookcase. Chelsea scraped her fingers through her hair, getting the strands out of her eyes and decided to get up. She placed her feet firmly on the floor and pushed herself up, as she stood the heaviness on her brain settled and that made her head throb. As she stood up tall she realised the dress she was wearing last night had been replaced with a long white t-shirt. "Who's house is this?" She asked herself out loud, all she remembered was dancing with Zoey last night, speaking of Zoey she hadn't heard anything from her so when she got home she would have to text her but first she had to find who's house she was in first.

Chelsea held the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door to an empty hallway. The hallway was immaculate, the coffee coloured walls complimented the wooden flooring and then the amazing smell of food coming from another room down the hall attracted Chelsea to the place more. Chelsea followed her senses, tiptoeing down the hallway as quiet as she could, she could hear the noise of scraping coming from what she assumed was the kitchen. She peered around the corner and saw a shirtless guy by the stove. "Good morning Chelsea." The guy spoke without turning around first and then he spun around with a plate in his hand.
"Oh my god. Oliver do you know how happy I am its you." Chelsea snickered and saw him smile warmly.
"Did you have a good sleep?"
"Yes, it was lovely... Thanks again."
"Are you hungry?"
"Starved!" Chelsea tapped her stomach and giggled.

They sat at the table in Oliver's lounge and Chelsea dug into the food as Oliver watched her. "Aren't you eating?" Chelsea spoke with her mouth full, her cheeks swollen with the food she had stuffed. "I'm sorry." Chelsea chewed softly and covered her mouth with her hand.
Oliver smiled at her and shook his head "No I ate earlier."
"I feel really bad that I'm eating like I've been starved for a year."
"Don't be, I made it for you."
"You are really kind." Chelsea smiled more at Oliver and shoved some more food into her mouth.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Chelsea shook her head and gulped.
"I only remember dancing with Zoey and then going to look for you."
"I wasn't at the party..."
"Then how..."
"I showed up pretty much the last minute not many people were in the house." Chelsea nodded her head. "You were lucky I found you when I did, Chelsea."
"I didn't mean to drink that much.."
"No it wasn't that at all." Oliver grumbled. "Lets just say, Kyle and I won't be getting along anytime soon."
"What? Ollie what happened?" Chelsea raised her eyebrows and looked deeply into Oliver.
"Nothing just leave it." Oliver snapped at her before grabbing the plate and getting up and walking to the kitchen. Chelsea followed hot on his heels.
"Oliver tell me what happened." He ignored her as he stared out the window. "I deserve an explanation."
Chelsea crossed her arms over her body. "Oliver!" Chelsea shouted and saw as he spun around and stared at her with dark eyes. "I'm talking to you and I want an answer!" She waited what felt like forever, and then huffed before dropping her arms to her sides. "Fuck you then Oliver." She stormed out of the kitchen and down to his room.

Chelsea slammed the door and looked around his room for her dress, she found it a few minutes later, neatly folded on the chair in the corner and the shoes next to the chair. The door opened and Oliver stood in the doorway, and slouched. Chelsea ignored him completely as she got her things. "I'm sorry Chelsea." She still ignored him. "You found your things, good. I didn't know what to do with them when we got back here last night."
"You got me undressed?" Chelsea turned her head and stared at him, watching him nod.
"Yes." Chelsea shrugged her shoulders. "I punched Kyle last night."
"What?" Chelsea gasped as she looked at him. "Why would you do that?!" Chelsea shrieked.
"Because he was having his way with you and you wouldn't even remember because he drugged you, you were lucky I was there when I was, otherwise it wouldn't be me you'd be waking up to this morning." Chelsea held one hand on her stomach and over her mouth.
"Oh my god." Chelsea quietly spoke, her lip trembling as she said the three little words. She watched as Oliver moved across the room and embrace her. "He... he didn't..."
"No, like I said I got there just in time." Oliver kissed her hair as she snuggled into his embrace.
"I'm sorry for shouting..." Chelsea whimpered.
"It's okay, Chelsea." He hugged her tighter. "It was me being the jerk. I should've told you earlier instead of putting it off."
"No I totally understand why you did... I think."
"You do?" He pulled back and looked into her brown eyes, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"I was completely out of it last night, and you obviously didn't want me to know about something that bad. I guess it was kinda my fault-"
"No Chelsea. It wasn't your fault! It was Kyle's, when I get hold of him I'm going to..."
"Do nothing." Oliver looked at her once more. "If you cause a scene people are going to want to know what happened, lets just keep it between you and me."
"But Chelsea..."
"Between you and me. Okay Ollie?" She placed her hand on his cheek and he slowly smiled. He bent down gently and pecked her on the lips and he felt her wrap her arms around his neck.
"Just between us."
"Thank-you." Chelsea smiled brightly and then let her arms drop from around his neck. "I've got to get going. My mom will be wondering where I am."
"Did you want to call her?"
"Would that be alright?" He nodded and smiled. "Okay great, let me get dressed and then I'll call her before we go." Oliver nodded and then exited the room closing the door behind him.