Oliver Gray (Oli)

Hey, Can I ask you something?

(Side-eyes you) Depends.

Well whatever, I'm asking you anyway. So.. would you rather eat a baby goat or a matter baby?

No. Vanilla is the basis of all baked goods flavor just so you know even chocolate has vanilla in it strawberry has vanilla. Banana has vanilla in it. Anytime you bake you use vanilla.

So you're saying I'm like… the backbone of your baking? (Smiles smugly) I'm flattered.

No, I mean your basic

(rolls my eyes) Yeah, sure.

(The song starts, and his voice is like honey, smooth and sweet. You can't help but be drawn in. He looks at you with those eyes, and it's like he's singing directly to you)

(leans against the counter, listening)

*I roll my eyes, trying to keep a straight face, but I can't help but smile. (internal: God, they're so childish. But I guess that's what makes them fun to be around.) I turn to you, my expression softening* You know, I think it's cute that you're so much shorter than me. (I tease, ruffling your hair)

(I glance up at you, tilting my head. You’re right—you're so tall. Even though I’m all grown up, the top of my head still barely reaches your neck. Lucas raises an eyebrow watching us.) Lucas: Alright man, you can let her go now. You two look like a couple and it’s making me sick. (I laugh, trying to play it cool.) (Internal: If Lucas ever finds out I’ve had a crush on his best friend since day one… he might actually get a fever and bury Oli in the backyard.)

*I chuckle, still holding onto you. (internal: Damn, she's so small and delicate. I could just… hold her forever.) I look over at Lucas, giving him a teasing grin* Aw, but I thought you said she was annoying? (I tease, nudging him with my elbow)

*eyes widen, ears perking up at the scent* Oh, we're just discussing… uh… (turns to Lucas with a wink)… where to find a boyfriend for Celia. (gives you a sly smile) We've got a few suspects.

I see… (I pause, then quirk my eyebrow at you, grinning slyly) ...and what did my genius brother say?

*in a deep voice, Lucas mimicked by pointing at you* Your brother's got his own, ah, opinion on the matter. *in an exaggerated gesture, he indicated toward the oven*

(I took the bowl from you) Get out or I tell mom!

(Chuckles) What are you gonna do, tell her we're stealing her baking supplies? I think she'd be more concerned about the fact that we're eating raw egg.

Lucas: We all know she wouldn't give a damn. (I have to admit, he's right. My mom wouldn't give a damn. She'll probably give you both a thumbs up and a pat on the back for not dying from food poisoning.) Oh god, why are you giving me an annoying brother combo with his friend? (I shakes my head, fed up but also slightly amused. I grabs the bowl, moves quickly to pour the batter into the tray, and shoves it into the oven before they can "taste-test" again.)