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Oliver groaned, low and monotone, his voice thickly laced with slumber. “Ehhh... Aurora, get your foot out of my back.” He grumbled, the brunette boy burying his face into his pillow, damp with saliva that leaked from the corner of his mouth as he slept. He heard a soft sniffle in response, and the appendage shifted from pressing against his Sacrospinalis.

“Lord... I’m sleepy.” A new voice surfaced, more feminine, although ingenuous at the same time. Aurora smiled and shifted so that she was flopped across his back. “A-ack.” Oliver groaned weakly, wiggling from underneath the curly haired girl. “You’re sleeping on the couch next time.” Oliver huffed, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing his eyes with curled hands.

“Nu-uh. I’m so fluffy and soft, I’m a perfect pillow. ‘Specially here.” Aurora motioned to her chest, a pillow suddenly rocketing and hitting her in the face. “I have pillows for that, thank you very much ma’am.” Oliver smiled and stood, reaching his arms above his head and gripping his wrist, leaning and stretching from side to side.

Carpet warmed the bottoms of his socked feet, though the chilled air caused small bumps to form on his skin. His thin lips curled downward in an unattractive frown. “Riley keeps it cold as hell in here.” He growled, rubbing his upper arms. He wasn’t a morning person what so ever, although once he had his coffee he seemed brighter than the sun.

“I didn’t know hell was cold...” Aurora said innocently, now sitting up in the bed with her legs crossed, hugging the pillow that hit her to her stomach. Oliver rolled his eyes and made a “tsk” sound with his tongue, his head rolling to look over at her. “You know what I mean.” He said with a ghost of a smile.

Riley was his father; he never referred to the man as such though. Oli found that Riley didn’t seem fit to hold the title of, “Dad”, or “Daddy”, even “Father”. It was sickening to think he thought so smugly that he deserved the title. “Hey hey hey hey, what time is it?” Aurora piped as she lazily stood from the bed, reaching Oliver’s chest.

“Psh... Nine? Jeez. Work. Hate.” He moaned, feet thudding on the carpet as he walked around the bed to the bathroom. They were in Oliver’s room; A small, rectangular room just big enough for the bed, a dresser and a desk. Though he kept the floor rather open just for that. The closet was to the right of the door that led into the room, and directly across the room, on the right wall to his bed, was the bathroom. Decorating the pale, blue walls were slightly crumbled and old doodles and drawings of characters from books, television series, movies, cartoons, video games, and even characters he had created to accommodate the little worlds he escaped to with his best friend, Aurora Davis.

The curly headed brunette currently nudging him to the side of the sink to get most of the mirror, crinkling her nose as he attempted to untangle her hair with her fingers. “Mercy... You know, I could shave all that off for ya.” he cooed with a grin, swaying his hips to the side to nudge Aurora’s side.

As previously mentioned, he was taller than her by... A bit. By a bit, he meant almost a foot and a half. Not like he was tall, she was just short. Aurora gasped and put a hand to her chest in mock surprise, the two staring at each other for a moment before Oli snorted and burst into giggles, grabbing a grey comb and running it through his hair, opening the medicine cabinet.

“Are you sure your mother was alright with you staying over? I mean, she might get pissed about it if your late for work...” he said slowly, pursing his lips as he slicked his fingers with gel and ran the digits through his hair, spiking it in the front off his forehead with a smile to the mirror. “She’ll be fine. Besides... I won’t be late!” she declared sternly with a cute pout, making Oli smile and chortle softly.

“Uh huh. Go find some clothes. Bottom drawer of my dresser. That’s where I keep all your lady things that I find here.” He grinned. “Seriously, my mom thinks I’m a cross-dresser. Thank goodness I can just blame my addiction for women’s clothing on you.” He joked, raising laughter from Aurora as she walked into his room and tugged open the drawer.

Aurora practically lived at his home, and vice-versa. They had clothes at each others home, belongings, anything. They were best friends. “Oli, you wanna wear that blue blouse I left here? It’d look good on you.” Aurora said quietly, holding up the shirt with a small smile as Oliver peeked from the door frame.

“... Nu uh.” He said childishly, commencing to brushing his teeth rather than getting dressed. “I’m just gonna... Maybe wear a wife beater. Some sweat pants. Maybe even find a pair of socks and some Crocs, you never know.” Oli said, muffled by the white toothbrush stuffed into his mouth as he sashayed over to the closet.

“Oh hell no. Boy, we are gonna dress you up today. Who knows, you might even meet your soul-mate!” Aurora cried, pushing past him and digging around his collection of tee-shirts and button-downs. Oli snorted, toothpaste starting to drip slightly down onto his chin. He swallowed and grimaced, rushing back to the bathroom to spit into the sink.

He coughed and quickly brushed his teeth correctly, washing his mouth from the unnecessarily mint flavored foam. He then wiped his mouth and walking back into his bedroom, seeing an accomplished-looking Aurora fully dressed in a “Green Day: American Idiot” tee-shirt and grey jeans she had summoned from some dark corner of Hell, rips and patches on the knees. A dark purple V-neck rested on the bed, along with a white pair of leg-strangling jeans.

“Oh... But I don’t like this shirt...” he said softly, touching the polyester with a puffed out lip. “Wear it. I hear you’ll look more approachable if you’re wearing purple or blue.” Aurora hummed, wiggling slightly as Oli huffed and complied, tugging on the shirt and rolling up the already short sleeves slightly. “Where’d you hear that?” he asked curiously, raising his thin eyebrows as he attempted to figure out how to put the jeans on.

“Internet. Internet never lies.” Aurora said low, watching Oli as he wiggled into the jeans, buttoning them with a huff. Oli adjusted his hair and stretched his legs a bit, as he got on his hands and knees to look for his Toms. “Of course. Internet. Because internet no lie.” He said sarcastically, adjusting his voice to sound like that of Gollum from Lord of the Rings.

Aurora rolled her eyes as Oli grinned in triumph, standing and slipping his feet into the comfort of his trusted Toms. “Okay, let’s go. I seriously do not want to be late again and have Oscar the Grouch yell at me.” Oliver growled, referring to his father. He would move out, if he had the money, but serving coffee at a corner shop called “The Spinning Bean” was not how he was going to buy a house.

But it was all he had right now. The duo rushed from Oli’s room and rushed down the stairs, their footfalls thumping softly against the carpeted stairs. Nobody was home anyhow, accept his mother who was sleeping soundly in his father and mother’s bedroom. Oliver’s father, however, would most likely be at his job, fixing cars, motorcycles, ATVs, the works. He called it “Bentley’s Auto Repair Shop”.

Oliver called it “Hell”, because everyone knows that’s where the Devil resides.

“You’re driving!” Aurora piped, practically leaping into the passenger seat of his BMW, a little white thing with a black hood. It wasn’t his fault, he had bought it that way. Not that he was complaining; it got him from A to B. Oliver plopped into the driver’s seat and started the car with a low hum, shifting the gear out of parking and turning to look out of the back glass, making sure nothing was there as he backed out of the driveway.

Driving down the road, the two young adults jammed and bounced to the musical stylings of Avenged Sevenfold on Oliver’s mix tape (the fact that is was a CD should be irrelevant), until Bruce Springsteen’s “Fire” played from the speakers. “Oh lord, how do you listen to this?” Aurora said low, reaching forward to skip through until it landed on The Maine’s “Give me Anything”

Oli shrugged and sniffled a bit. “Dunno. I just like it. It’s relaxing though rhythmic and jammy at the same time.” He commented, raising his eyebrows. “Furthermore Bruce isn’t that bad looking. That black hair of his, a leather jacket rocked like the tough greaser he is? Forget about it.” Oli said, laughing softly as Aurora punched his shoulder weakly.

After five more minutes of arguing about music, Oliver and Aurora pulled into the parking lot of the small shop, the front wall complete with large glass windows that showed the inside of the shop proudly, small tables with red and white umbrellas sprouting from the center for those that wanted to sit outside.

Oli and Aurora exited the car once it was shut off and locked, and entered the store, rushing to find their dark green aprons that sported the shop’s logo and name in brown. As Oli went out to the register to take orders, quickly getting to work before their boss noticed they were late, a gruff voice interrupted him.

“Just a coffee, black.” It said, and Oliver froze as Aurora walked up beside him. “Oli?” Aurora said slowly, making him jerk out of his daze and look up at the man, owner of the voice and yearner of black coffee.

His black suit and red tie said “professional”, but his body said “the suit should probably be off right now.” Oliver swallowed and looked up at the man’s face, blinking once more. Brown eyes shot him like a bullet, causing the friendly blue of his own to darken. Black hair combed and brushed to the side, his forehead exposed, though if it didn’t look handsomely professional Oli didn’t know what did. The man’s tanned skin and strong jaw were the opium of “strength”, and it caused pleasant goosebumps over Oliver’s arms. And that was the first time Oliver Bentley laid eyes on Nicholas Hanson.

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Oliver groaned, low and monotone, his voice thickly laced with slumber. “Ehhh... Aurora, get your foot out of my back.” He grumbled, the brunette boy burying his face into his pillow, damp with saliva that leaked from the corner of his mouth as he slept. He heard a soft sniffle in response, and the appendage shifted from pressing against his Sacrospinalis.

“Lord... I’m sleepy.” A new voice surfaced, more feminine, although ingenuous at the same time. Aurora smiled and shifted so that she was flopped across his back. “A-ack.” Oliver groaned weakly, wiggling from underneath the curly haired girl. “You’re sleeping on the couch next time.” Oliver huffed, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing his eyes with curled hands.

“Nu-uh. I’m so fluffy and soft, I’m a perfect pillow. ‘Specially here.” Aurora motioned to her chest, a pillow suddenly rocketing and hitting her in the face. “I have pillows for that, thank you very much ma’am.” Oliver smiled and stood, reaching his arms above his head and gripping his wrist, leaning and stretching from side to side.

Carpet warmed the bottoms of his socked feet, though the chilled air caused small bumps to form on his skin. His thin lips curled downward in an unattractive frown. “Riley keeps it cold as hell in here.” He growled, rubbing his upper arms. He wasn’t a morning person what so ever, although once he had his coffee he seemed brighter than the sun.

“I didn’t know hell was cold...” Aurora said innocently, now sitting up in the bed with her legs crossed, hugging the pillow that hit her to her stomach. Oliver rolled his eyes and made a “tsk” sound with his tongue, his head rolling to look over at her. “You know what I mean.” He said with a ghost of a smile.

Riley was his father; he never referred to the man as such though. Oli found that Riley didn’t seem fit to hold the title of, “Dad”, or “Daddy”, even “Father”. It was sickening to think he thought so smugly that he deserved the title. “Hey hey hey hey, what time is it?” Aurora piped as she lazily stood from the bed, reaching Oliver’s chest.

“Psh... Nine? Jeez. Work. Hate.” He moaned, feet thudding on the carpet as he walked around the bed to the bathroom. They were in Oliver’s room; A small, rectangular room just big enough for the bed, a dresser and a desk. Though he kept the floor rather open just for that. The closet was to the right of the door that led into the room, and directly across the room, on the right wall to his bed, was the bathroom. Decorating the pale, blue walls were slightly crumbled and old doodles and drawings of characters from books, television series, movies, cartoons, video games, and even characters he had created to accommodate the little worlds he escaped to with his best friend, Aurora Davis.

The curly headed brunette currently nudging him to the side of the sink to get most of the mirror, crinkling her nose as he attempted to untangle her hair with her fingers. “Mercy... You know, I could shave all that off for ya.” he cooed with a grin, swaying his hips to the side to nudge Aurora’s side.

As previously mentioned, he was taller than her by... A bit. By a bit, he meant almost a foot and a half. Not like he was tall, she was just short. Aurora gasped and put a hand to her chest in mock surprise, the two staring at each other for a moment before Oli snorted and burst into giggles, grabbing a grey comb and running it through his hair, opening the medicine cabinet.

“Are you sure your mother was alright with you staying over? I mean, she might get pissed about it if your late for work...” he said slowly, pursing his lips as he slicked his fingers with gel and ran the digits through his hair, spiking it in the front off his forehead with a smile to the mirror. “She’ll be fine. Besides... I won’t be late!” she declared sternly with a cute pout, making Oli smile and chortle softly.

“Uh huh. Go find some clothes. Bottom drawer of my dresser. That’s where I keep all your lady things that I find here.” He grinned. “Seriously, my mom thinks I’m a cross-dresser. Thank goodness I can just blame my addiction for women’s clothing on you.” He joked, raising laughter from Aurora as she walked into his room and tugged open the drawer.

Aurora practically lived at his home, and vice-versa. They had clothes at each others home, belongings, anything. They were best friends. “Oli, you wanna wear that blue blouse I left here? It’d look good on you.” Aurora said quietly, holding up the shirt with a small smile as Oliver peeked from the door frame.

“... Nu uh.” He said childishly, commencing to brushing his teeth rather than getting dressed. “I’m just gonna... Maybe wear a wife beater. Some sweat pants. Maybe even find a pair of socks and some Crocs, you never know.” Oli said, muffled by the white toothbrush stuffed into his mouth as he sashayed over to the closet.

“Oh hell no. Boy, we are gonna dress you up today. Who knows, you might even meet your soul-mate!” Aurora cried, pushing past him and digging around his collection of tee-shirts and button-downs. Oli snorted, toothpaste starting to drip slightly down onto his chin. He swallowed and grimaced, rushing back to the bathroom to spit into the sink.

He coughed and quickly brushed his teeth correctly, washing his mouth from the unnecessarily mint flavored foam. He then wiped his mouth and walking back into his bedroom, seeing an accomplished-looking Aurora fully dressed in a “Green Day: American Idiot” tee-shirt and grey jeans she had summoned from some dark corner of Hell, rips and patches on the knees. A dark purple V-neck rested on the bed, along with a white pair of leg-strangling jeans.

“Oh... But I don’t like this shirt...” he said softly, touching the polyester with a puffed out lip. “Wear it. I hear you’ll look more approachable if you’re wearing purple or blue.” Aurora hummed, wiggling slightly as Oli huffed and complied, tugging on the shirt and rolling up the already short sleeves slightly. “Where’d you hear that?” he asked curiously, raising his thin eyebrows as he attempted to figure out how to put the jeans on.

“Internet. Internet never lies.” Aurora said low, watching Oli as he wiggled into the jeans, buttoning them with a huff. Oli adjusted his hair and stretched his legs a bit, as he got on his hands and knees to look for his Toms. “Of course. Internet. Because internet no lie.” He said sarcastically, adjusting his voice to sound like that of Gollum from Lord of the Rings.

Aurora rolled her eyes as Oli grinned in triumph, standing and slipping his feet into the comfort of his trusted Toms. “Okay, let’s go. I seriously do not want to be late again and have Oscar the Grouch yell at me.” Oliver growled, referring to his father. He would move out, if he had the money, but serving coffee at a corner shop called “The Spinning Bean” was not how he was going to buy a house.

But it was all he had right now. The duo rushed from Oli’s room and rushed down the stairs, their footfalls thumping softly against the carpeted stairs. Nobody was home anyhow, accept his mother who was sleeping soundly in his father and mother’s bedroom. Oliver’s father, however, would most likely be at his job, fixing cars, motorcycles, ATVs, the works. He called it “Bentley’s Auto Repair Shop”.

Oliver called it “Hell”, because everyone knows that’s where the Devil resides.

“You’re driving!” Aurora piped, practically leaping into the passenger seat of his BMW, a little white thing with a black hood. It wasn’t his fault, he had bought it that way. Not that he was complaining; it got him from A to B. Oliver plopped into the driver’s seat and started the car with a low hum, shifting the gear out of parking and turning to look out of the back glass, making sure nothing was there as he backed out of the driveway.

Driving down the road, the two young adults jammed and bounced to the musical stylings of Avenged Sevenfold on Oliver’s mix tape (the fact that is was a CD should be irrelevant), until Bruce Springsteen’s “Fire” played from the speakers. “Oh lord, how do you listen to this?” Aurora said low, reaching forward to skip through until it landed on The Maine’s “Give me Anything”

Oli shrugged and sniffled a bit. “Dunno. I just like it. It’s relaxing though rhythmic and jammy at the same time.” He commented, raising his eyebrows. “Furthermore Bruce isn’t that bad looking. That black hair of his, a leather jacket rocked like the tough greaser he is? Forget about it.” Oli said, laughing softly as Aurora punched his shoulder weakly.

After five more minutes of arguing about music, Oliver and Aurora pulled into the parking lot of the small shop, the front wall complete with large glass windows that showed the inside of the shop proudly, small tables with red and white umbrellas sprouting from the center for those that wanted to sit outside.

Oli and Aurora exited the car once it was shut off and locked, and entered the store, rushing to find their dark green aprons that sported the shop’s logo and name in brown. As Oli went out to the register to take orders, quickly getting to work before their boss noticed they were late, a gruff voice interrupted him.

“Just a coffee, black.” It said, and Oliver froze as Aurora walked up beside him. “Oli?” Aurora said slowly, making him jerk out of his daze and look up at the man, owner of the voice and yearner of black coffee.

His black suit and red tie said “professional”, but his body said “the suit should probably be off right now.” Oliver swallowed and looked up at the man’s face, blinking once more. Brown eyes shot him like a bullet, causing the friendly blue of his own to darken. Black hair combed and brushed to the side, his forehead exposed, though if it didn’t look handsomely professional Oli didn’t know what did. The man’s tanned skin and strong jaw were the opium of “strength”, and it caused pleasant goosebumps over Oliver’s arms. And that was the first time Oliver Bentley laid eyes on Nicholas Hanson.