As I made my way to my own room, Olivia bolted past me.

Her face was completely red.

I wanted to ask her what happened but I figured that I already asked too much questions for a day.

So I continued on my way.

"You perv!" Elliot yelled, striking me with a pillow.

I shot him a glare.

"Who are you calling a perv?"

His face flushed.

"Oh, sorry. I thought that you were Olivia."

I stared at his exposed chest.

"You too?" he yelled.

I snickered.

"Ahh, so that's what happened. That's what she gets for running into a random room."

I walked over to the bathroom and began unbuttoning my own shirt.

"I'll be out in a few. Make sure that Olivia doesn't pop in here."

"Wipe that smile from your face!" Elliot yelled.

After my shower, I returned to the room but no one was there.

I threw my wet towel into a basket and proceeded to button up my white shirt.

Where had Elliot gone off to?

He usually wouldn't go anywhere without me.

I walked downstairs and saw Elliot helping Olivia cook.

Olivia struggled to stir a pot so Elliot took over.

"Need help?" I asked.

"Elliot here has it taken care of," Olivia responded.

She ran over to me and grabbed my hand.

Elliot glanced back, his eyes cold.