Title: The Sister Zone

Genre: Romance / Humour

Author: ChristinaAnnRiley

Character Name: Oliver Morrison

Nominated by:  GalaRu57

About the story:

Vanessa Hayes-Wong has been best friends with Oliver Morrison for five years, one month, and fourteen days. Just as she starts to realize her feelings for him, he gives her the worst Christmas gift she could've ever received.

A mug that says World's Greatest Little Sister.

Desperate to get out of the sister zone, Vanessa enlists the help of her fashion-stylist cousin, Sophia Wilde, and the most positive self-help guru in the universe, Mackenzie Goode. Of course, nothing goes as planned and the mismatched duo seems to bring more harm than good to her.

But who knows? With their help, she might stand a chance to get out of the sister zone.

What should I call you? Do you prefer a nickname?

Oliver: Hi. You can call me Oliv—

Vanessa: Ollie. You can call him Ollie. Or better yet, Mr. Dumpy!

Oliver: Jesus, Ness! You said you'd be as quiet as a statue!

Vanessa: (shrugs unapologetically) Sorry not sorry.

Oliver: (sighs) My annoying best friend right here calls me Ollie—or Mr. Dumpy sometimes. But I hate that nickname. Seriously, if I catch someone calling me by that name I might actually beat the living s—

Vanessa: Language, Ol!

Oliver: (sighs) Sorry about that. She insisted on tagging along with me today for the free food and drinks.

And to answer your question, Oliver is just fine.

O...k. Oliver it is. Welcome to you both and thanks Oliver for agreeing to talk to us today. (Wink wink)

Oliver: The pleasure's all mine.

Before we start, can I get you something to drink? Water? Soda? Coffee? Wine? Whiskey?

Oliver: Oh! A bottle of Macallan would be perf—

Vanessa: (punches Oliver's arm) Oliver Morrison, be nice!

Oliver: (grunts) Any kind of scotch would do just fine, thanks.

Vanessa: (smiles apologetically to the interviewer) Sorry. This miser just likes to take advantage of kind people like you. That's why I'm babysitting him today. Don't worry. I'll keep my mouth shut the whole time.

By the way, may I have some wine, please?

Oliver: Oh, no, no, no. No alcohol for her. She turns into a monster when she's drunk.

Vanessa: No, I don't!

Oliver: What? You want me to tell everyone what happened when you get drunk? Let's see . . . . Once, she got onto the stage of a karaoke bar, sang Madonna's Like a V—

Vanessa: I'll just have a glass of water, please. (smiles awkwardly)

Scotch and water coming up. Tell me a little about yourself?

Oliver: I'm 32 years old. I was born in Romania, but my mom and I moved to New York when I was 11.

Where do you live?

Oliver: I've been living in Los Angeles for the past 8 years, and I recently moved into a three-story house in Manhattan Beach. It's a really nice area. You should visit me sometimes. The view's spectacular. I can see the ocean right outside my bedroom window.

That sounds amazing. I've been know to show up at cottages and beach houses. Basically anything within walking distance of water. But, we're here to talk about you. Do you have any jobs or hobbies?

Oliver: I'm a record producer. It's a fun job, most of the time. The artists can be a handful sometimes, but the job pays really, really, well, so you don't hear me complaining there.

As for hobbies, I love to play the piano. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a professional pianist. But one thing led to another and—

Vanessa: (whispers) He has severe stage fright.

Oliver: (blushes) Jesus Christ, Ness! Why the f—

Vanessa: Shh! Language, Ol! There might be kids reading this! Geez.

Oliver: See what I have to deal with every day? (shakes head and gulps the scotch in one go) May I have some more?

You bet. While we wait what are some of your likes and dislikes?

Oliver: I LOOOVE horror movies. My favorite is Friday the 13th. Nessa and I always binge-watch the whole series on Friday the 13th. It's fun. Everyone should try it sometimes.

As for dislikes . . . well, I can't stand messy stuff in general, and I hate it when people bring food or drinks near my car—his name is Lightning McQueen, by the way—or my grand piano. Or my other expensive stuff. (glares at Vanessa)

Vanessa: (shrugs) What?

What is your greatest fear?

Oliver: Fear? Oh, that's for children. I'm not afraid of anything.

Vanessa: (whispers) He's afraid of cats.

Oliver: (turns bright red) No, I'm not.

Vanessa: Yes, he is. He's terrified of cats. And by terrified, I mean every time a cat comes near him, he would literally freeze in fear. I think he almost peed his pants once.

Oliver: No, I didn't!

Vanessa: Yes, you did.

Oliver: No, I didn't.

Vanessa: Yes, you did.

Oliver: No, I didn't!

Vanessa: Yes, you— (clears throat) Sorry you had to see that. Anyway, Ollie and I share custody of a three-legged cat now. Her name's Kiki, and believe it or not, she's actually curing this guy's phobia. Well, he still looks like he saw a clown every time he sees other cats, but he and Kiki get along pretty well!

Oliver: Just kill me already. (downs another glass of scotch) May I have some more?

I'll get one for each of us. If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?

Oliver: I wouldn't have asked that she-devil—I mean, Celia Adams out. Dating her was the worst decision I've ever made in my entire life.

Also, here's a message for all those Psychopaths of Hatred out there that wish for us to get back together. #Celollie will never, ever, get back together. Print that on your T-shirt.

Are you happy we know your story?

Oliver: (voice rising in pitch) No, not really. I'm quite a private person, so—

Vanessa: He means yes. You see, he's an awful liar. His voice goes all chipmunk whenever he lies.

Oliver: You know what, fine. I'm ecstatic everyone can see my side of the story and how idiotic I can be. Happy?

Vanessa: (grins) Delighted!

Oliver: I'm gonna need to smoke after this. (shakes head and sips the scotch)

Are you in love?

Oliver: Love? No, I never fall— (looks sideways at Vanessa for a millisecond) Nope. I'm perfectly happy being single.

Are you married?

Oliver: Me? Married? (laughs) You'd have to tie me up, drag me to the altar, and put a knife to my throat. Even then I still wouldn't say I do. Simply put, never in a million years.

Vanessa: Never say never. (winks)

You took the words right out of my mouth. Do you exercise or are you a coach potato?

Oliver: Oh, I exercise a lot, okay. (smirks and lifts T-shirt to reveal perfectly sculpted abs)

Vanessa: (nods) He does.

Tell us about someone important to you?

Oliver: Well, there's this woman. She acts like a 13-year-old most of the times, she looks like Pennywise when she smiles, and she constantly compares me to a stupid pork dumpling. In other words, she drives me crazy. But . . . (smiles shyly) she's also the kindest, most beautiful woman I've ever known. And . . . yeah. She's the most important person in my life.

Vanessa: (blushes) Really?

Oliver: Wait? What? Did I just say that out loud? Oh, f—

Ness, did you put something in my drink? This—this is—I mean, I—

Next question?

Do you have siblings?

Oliver: Not that I know of. But this girl right here is like my sister. (gestures at Vanessa) Yep. She's like my little sister. I love you, sis.

Vanessa: (grins awkwardly) I love you too . . . bro. 

Is there anything you want to say to your fans?

Oliver: Well, I . . . don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess. It's an honor. If you ever want to send some food or maybe donate some money to me, here's my home add—

Vanessa: For goodness sake, Ol! Can you just stop being a pathetic miser and act, I don't know, cool for a second?

Oliver: What are you talking about? I'm always cool. Ask my fans. (smirks)

Oh! One more thing. For Celollie's fans, you can kiss my a—

Vanessa: Oliver Lauren Morrison! Seriously!

Oliver: (grins) Well, you get the point.

I do indeed. Can we look forward to reading more of your story?

Oliver: Nope. As I said, I value my privacy so much, so don't count on—

Vanessa: Yes. He means yes. We still have soooo many stories to tell. In fact, we're just getting started.

Oliver: Okay, that's it. I'm moving to Timbuktu after this.

Vanessa: Oh, he says that all the time. Never really means it though. (giggles)

Well good news Oliver, that's all the time we have. You are free. Thanks for talking with us. 

Oliver: Hey, do I get paid for this?

Vanessa: (drops head into hand)

Oliver: No? Oh, okay. Well, thanks for having me!

My pleasure.

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