No Strings Attached (SUSPENDED)

Chapter 4

The milkshake shack that Oliver takes me to is small. It's more like a stand than a shop, kind of like an ice cream stand, but for milkshake. The colourful sign above the stand reads 'Milkshaker', every letter is a different colour which stands out against the plain cream of the shack.

"Okay, so the best thing about Milkshaker is that you can choose your own combinations," Oliver says as we slowly approach the stand. He turns to me and grins.
"You can have any sweet or chocolate you want, skittles, M&M's, Malteasers, Galaxy; the choice is yours." 

My eyes pop when he mentions Galaxy. Everybody knows Galaxy is the best chocolate in the entire universe. Well, for me anyway.

"Don't be afraid to create a crazy combo, you'll be surprised how great they taste. I'll go first, watch and learn," he says with a wink. He approaches the stand and I follow closely behind him.

He orders a milkshake combination of Snickers, Turkish Delight and Minstrels. I turn my nose up at his random flavours. The man behind the counter prepares Oliver's milkshake before turning to take my order. Shit, I'm not prepared for this.

"Um. I'll have..." I see Oliver sending me a look in the corner of my eye. I can just hear him telling me to go crazy. So I do.

"Reese's peanut butter cups, Oreos and Galaxy," I order, feeling nervous that the drink will turn out awful. Oliver grins, clearly approving my choice. Our milkshakes are prepared in front of us before being put into two clear plastic cups and served to us. We pay the server, grab straws and sit at a picnic area a few minutes from the shack.

We sit on the grass as children play around us. I hold my milkshake, looking at it with disgust. I don't even want to taste it. I turn my glance to Oliver, seeing him drinking his milkshake happily while looking around the large field area. As if feeling my eyes on him Oliver turns to look at me.

"What?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing." I lift my straw to my mouth taking a sip. The chocolatey mixture fills my mouth and I'm surprised at how good it tastes. It must show on my face because Oliver chuckles.

"Hate to say I told you so," he says with a cocky smile. I open my mouth to answer him when out of nowhere a football comes flying toward us. I scream and hold my hand up to shield myself but poor Oliver has no time to protect himself. By the time he's assessed the threat it's too late. The football bounces off the back of his head with a thump. One of the kids shout a quick sorry before retrieving their ball and running off again. I stare at Oliver with my lips pressed together to stop from laughing as he swears and rubs the back of his head. He turns his head to give the children a glare, showing me the back of his head. Plastered against his blonde hair is a patch of dirt and grass. Not being able to hold it back anymore, I burst into laughter.

"Shut up," Oliver sulks as I'm bent over laughing.

"You... You..." I can't even form a sentence, the laughter is spewing out of me. My ribs start hurting so I try to calm down but one look at Oliver's face just sets me off into hysterical laughter again. Oliver reaches over, pushing me playfully. I roll onto my back and continue laughing, or rather, wheezing, with tears running down my face. So damn attractive.

Just as I begin to calm down and start breathing like a normal person again, fingers attach themselves to my side and start tickling. Oh fuck. The laughter starts up again, as I'm trying to escape from Oliver's evil grasp. I wriggle and flop around like a fish out of water.

"Oliver! Stop!" I scream between bursts of laughter. His laughter joins mine as he continues his relentless torture.

"What was that?"
"Stop!"
"What?"
"Please! Stop! Can't breathe!" I gasp. Finally he relents and I've never been so thankful. Tickling is torture at it's worst. Instead of sitting next to me like a normal person, Oliver flopped down on me momentarily ridding me of breath.