The drive to Olivia\u2019s dad\u2019s house was quiet. Olivia had the radio on, but it was on low. There were crappy pop songs playing on the radio, but I hardly paid attention.<\/p>\n
She pulled the car into the parking garage, driving in circles through the parking garage until she got to the third level. She pulled into a parking space expertly and turned off the car.<\/p>\n
\u201cHome sweet home.\u201d She sighed, smiling lightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat.\u201d I climbed out of the passenger\u2019s seat and met her at the back of the vehicle. She opened the hatch back trunk and we sorted through the various bags that belonged to her.<\/p>\n
I carried most of her shopping bags, to the elevator. Once inside, she pressed the button.<\/p>\n
It seemed to take ages before we finally reached the seventeenth floor.<\/p>\n
The elevator doors opened and Olivia stepped out. She was already rummaging through her key ring in search of the door key.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d never actually been this far into the Phil Tower. The hallways were decorated with thick pristine carpet, and the walls were covered with demure striped wallpaper. It looked like a fancy hotel, not a posh condo.<\/p>\n
We were barely a few steps from the elevator when Olivia stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere we are. Seventeen A.\u201d Olivia announced. She unlocked the door and let me inside. She turned on a light and I gaped at the apartment. First of all it was huge. Second of all it was like something out of a magazine. There was a large marble and wood fireplace with a massive TV above it. The sofas looked like no one had ever sat in them, and there wasn\u2019t a single thing out of place, even in the open kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoly shit.\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed. \u201cPretentious, huh? That chandelier hanging over the dining room table could feed a third world country for a month. I really wish my dad could understand that. I mean, he\u2019s barely even here. If his office had a bed and a TV he would live there, I\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked past the rooms and to the large windows which covered the one wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on,\u201d Olivia chirped. \u201cMy bedroom is this way.\u201d She started through the living room and into a short, wide hallway. She slid open the first door to reveal a room painted in a soft shade of green. The bed was large and took up most of one wall. The room was very sparsely decorated, with just the bed, two nightstands and a sliding closet door. There were two entrances to her bedroom, both matching sliding doors. Olivia had put her suitcases in front of one door.<\/p>\n
Olivia placed her bags on the bed. \u201cSee? My room. It\u2019s impersonal, but kind of cute.\u201d She smiled lightly.<\/p>\n
Here, she seemed to be making the best of a bad situation; just like me when I was at home.<\/p>\n
I placed her shopping bags neatly on the bed and moved toward the nightstand. There was a framed picture of a young couple with a smiling, dimpled little girl. Her hair was dark chocolate ringlets. She looked like an angel.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, don\u2019t look at that!\u201d Olivia reached for the picture, determined to take it out of my hands. \u201cThat\u2019s so embarrassing!\u201d<\/p>\n
I held it at arms length. \u201cWhy not? Is cute! Is that you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia nodded. \u201cYes. Those are my parents too, before they split up. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve seen them in the same room together since that picture was taken.\u201d She sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like your mom.\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n
Olivia smiled. \u201cFunny, most people tell me I look like my dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put one arm around Olivia and put the picture back on the nightstand. I placed my other arm around her too, holding her gently.<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed softly. \u201cWe should go. I\u2019ll just change quickly and we\u2019ll be on our way, okay? I do not want to be late for dinner at your place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr\u2026\u201d I suggested, placing a kiss in her hair. \u201cWe could tell them we\u2019re stuck somewhere, stay here and order a pizza.\u201d I suggested.<\/p>\n
Olivia laughed. \u201cThat\u2019s not very nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d I slowly released her. \u201cI\u2019ll go wait in the living room, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia smiled and nodded.<\/p>\n
I left her room, sliding the door shut so I wouldn\u2019t be tempted to peek. I flopped down in an insanely comfortable arm chair and waited patiently.<\/p>\n
I definitely liked this apartment. It was very modern, and had all of the essentials, without the unnecessary items like throw pillows.<\/p>\n
There was a small desk set up in the living room with a huge stack of papers and a laptop computer. There was a bookcase that was completely overloaded with books. Clearly her dad did a lot of work, even when he was at home.<\/p>\n
Olivia had clearly done some shopping. There was a bowl on the counter that was overflowing with various fruits. Some of them I didn\u2019t even recognize. There was organic, whole wheat bread neatly placed on the counter.<\/p>\n
A huge art piece that looked as though it cost more than my parent\u2019s entire house and everything in it hung over the small circular dining room table. There was a long, low bar stocked with what I could only assume were expensive wines.<\/p>\n
I rubbed my sweating palms over the legs of my jeans. Suddenly I was nervous. I\u2019d never brought a girl home to my parents before. I was wondering if I could smuggle out one of the bottles of wine when Olivia appeared.<\/p>\n
She was wearing a pair of nice, faded jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. She had on a while flowery blouse that had flowers printed around the neckline. There was elastic just under the bust, making the bottom half look loose and billowy. Her hair was still the same but her make up had been touched up. It was muted and understated, just the right amount to enhance her natural beauty.<\/p>\n
She was breathtaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow.\u201d I breathed.<\/p>\n
Olivia made a worried face. \u201cIs it too much? I want to seem casual, but still be impressive, you know? I\u2019ve never really met a boyfriend\u2019s parents before\u2026 well, mostly because I\u2019ve never really had a proper boyfriend before. I just want to make a good impression.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look great. They\u2019re going to love you.\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n
Olivia smiled, crossing the room and sliding into my lap. \u201cI was thinking about your pizza suggestion\u2026 maybe one night while I\u2019m here we could just have a night in. We could rent some movies and hang out\u2026 I\u2019ll make you a pizza too if you want.\u201d She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds great.\u201d I agreed, wrapping my arms around her.<\/p>\n
She smiled. \u201cOh, that reminds me. I should bring my recipe books to your house? It might be helpful for cooking dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure. My mom likes cooking too so she\u2019ll probably be really excited to see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia drew in a deep breath. \u201cOkay. Should we get going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, whenever you\u2019re ready.\u201d I shrugged lightly.<\/p>\n
Olivia sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck loosely. She laid her head on my shoulder, and sat there for several moments. I sat distracted and surrounded by her scent and her presence.<\/p>\n
After what seemed like only seconds, Olivia lifted her head from my shoulder. \u201cOkay, I\u2019m ready. Let\u2019s go.\u201d She grinned, climbing from my lap.<\/p>\n
I sighed. \u201cAlright. Brace yourself.\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n
Olivia playfully swatted my arm. \u201cThey can\u2019t be that bad!\u201d She insisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll see.\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
Olivia shook her head.<\/p>\n