They were laughing when we returned to Oliver’s house, our house. I exchanged a curious glance at Oliver.
“Allen’s a sweet talker, I’d say.” I whispered.
“Well, if he’s able to get my parents to your side, that would benefit as both. They won’t bother us so much.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. He only pulled me closer as we entered the threshold.
“You seem to be enjoying your conversation. Your laughter is quite contagious.” Oliver stated as soon as we entered. Allen shrugged.
“I knew it was you. What did you do?” I demanded in a teasing tone, smiling.
“Oh, we were just talking about that day you cursed Oliver for a full day.” He stated nonchalantly. I froze. I felt that Oliver did the same.
“I didn’t.” I said, a little indignant. What is Allen talking about? Have I mentioned that so
