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Thank you guys for all the love and support! There's a moment in here for all of you Oliver lovers out there! Hope you enjoy!

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I woke up to a sharp pain shooting through my head.

My body felt as if I had been dunked in cement then forced to try and move in it as it hardened.

"It's nice," A voice said from somewhere in the room, "To not be the one hungover." I groaned in response, rolling over and prying my eyes open. I gasped, then turned my face away in disgust when I found Oliver's foot in my face.

"Don't puke all over my jacket, Liv." Abel leaned over me so he was blocking my view of the ceiling, "That thing was like a thousand dollars." I could see from the faint purple bags under his eyes that he hadn't gotten very much sleep. As much as I hated to admit it, I'm pretty sure that it was because of me.

"Oh shit!" Abel flew over me just as I heard Oliver groan and then the sound of him puking into something beside the bed. I stared up at Abel, confused and a little surprised to find him shielding me, or probably his jacket, from my puking brother.

"Mmm." My brother groaned wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his head rolling in our direction. He looked back and forth between Abel and me, his nose scrunching up in disgust.

"Please tell me you aren't having sex." He grumbled, "Or I might throw up again." I kicked Abel off of me, earning a laugh out of him as he swung over the bed frame and leaned over it.

"Wait." I spoke up for the first time, my voice shockingly hoarse. "When did we get back home?" I looked away from Abel and at my poster cluttered walls.

"This morning." Abel said, yawning.

"I don't. . . I don't remember coming back home." I glanced over at my brother to find the same confused look on his face.

"That's because I carried you in and was nice enough not to wake you." Oliver waved his hand in the air, smiling a little at his friend across the room.

"Oh, man. I owe you one." He said.

"I meant Liv, Oli." Abel was trying not to crack up, "Adrian and I carried you by your hands and feet in here." I started laughing at Abel's response but stopped when another sharp pain shot through my head.

"I'm gonna go get some bagels and Advil, you two just stay here like good little kids." Abel patted my head before yawning again and making his way toward my open bedroom door, shutting the door gently behind him so Jeremy wouldn't wander in and find us in here.

"You kissed Abel last night, you know." Oliver's eyes met mine, "And I had me a great night myself." He started to rub his stomach, a smile playing on his lips as he shut his eyes.

"I didn't like it." I replied automatically, "Kissing Abel, I mean." My brother's eyes fluttered for a second before they fell on me, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Don't lie to yourself, Olivia. It's not healthy." He nudged me with his foot like a child.

"It was the alcohol." I tried again. I saw my brother shake his head in amusement as I tried to come up with excuses.

But he was right. Why the hell was I lying to him, to myself? I had enjoyed the kiss, I had enjoyed being with Abel last night. The kiss hadn't been anything special, sure, but it had been one of the only kisses I had in the last year.

"How did you even know?" I questioned once I had let my mind drift from my own thoughts.

"Come here, Livvy." He moved a little so I could lay on the pillow beside him, on top of his arm. He took my hand and held up one finger on it, pushing the other four down.

"This is you." He explained, then pushed another one of my fingers up, "And this is Abel. You drank just as much as I did last night, and it was your first time, so you were a little unstable." He started to move my finger in a wiggling motion.

"Oliver, I'm not a little kid." He shook his head and continued as if he hadn't heard my comment.

"I figured you guys were headed off to do something, but I prayed that Abel was going to be man enough not to take advantage of you." He moved the Abel finger and then stood the Olivia finger back up again.

"When I got back to the room, you were all snuggled up against Abel." He pushed my fingers together, "And you kept asking him why he kissed you." Oliver finished, pushing my hand back on to my stomach.

I could feel my cheeks starting to warm up at his story.

"Oh God, do you think Abel remembers?" I moaned, throwing my hands over my face.

"I wish I could say no, Liv. But he only had a beer or two." I turned my head so I was looking into my twin brother's blue eyes, knowing very well that they were mirroring mine in that moment.

"Do you like him?" He finally asked after a few minutes of silence. I let my head roll back so I was staring up at my baby blue ceiling.

"I don't know, Oli. I thought I loved Adrian but. . . . I just don't know." I felt my brother prop himself up, and when I turned I found him staring down at me.

"If you really loved Adrian you wouldn't be sitting here telling me you weren't sure if you liked Abel or not." He responded, "And if Adrian gave a shit about your feelings, he wouldn't be flirting with your best friend in front of you. I don't care how innocent you think he is, Olivia. He's just as aware of your feelings for him as I am. Don't let him fool you." I felt Oliver take my hand and squeeze it.

"I'm tired of seeing you hurting over the punk. If you being happy means you trying things out with Abel, then I guess. . . I guess I'm okay with it. Just know that if he hurts you I'll kick his ass into tomorrow."

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Once Abel had gotten back from the Bagel shop with coffee, bagels, and Advil, I situated myself in the living room beside Jeremy as he played his Mario game. My brother and Abel resided in the kitchen, talking about some skate park they were building a few blocks away.

I was about to start to play Mario with my brother when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I turned it on to find a text from Lena.

Outside, need 2 tlk

I slid my phone back into my pocket before setting my coffee on the table and walking toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Jeremy called after me, pausing his game. I waved all three of the boys looks off.

"Just to talk to Lena. I'll be right back." I slipped on to the porch and shut the door gently behind. Lena was sitting on the porch swing, staring down at her phone.

"Hey." She stood up when she saw me, fixing the scarf around her neck. I looked around us, trying to figure out why the hell she was wearing a scarf in the summer when it hit me.

"Did you and Adrian-"

"Yes." She cut me off, tears reflecting off her brown eyes as the sun hit them.

"I. . . I don't know what I'm supposed to say." I whispered, shrugging. She moved toward me, her hands shaking as she touched the top of my hand gently.

"I'm so sorry, Liv. I don't know why the hell I did it, I just. . . I love him too, you know. I've loved him since we were kids and he was showing interest and. . . and I know that's not a reason to betray my best friend. I love you way more then I love him. I would choose-"

"I don't want you to choose." I stared down at her hand on top of mine, "God, Lena. I don't want you to have to choose between us. If. . . if you want to be with him and he wants. . ." I trailed off, feeling my voice about to crack.

"No." She breathed out, tears finally escaping her eyes, "He's not worth losing you, Liv." I shook my head, gesturing toward myself.

"It's my fault, Lena. I was the bad friend here. I was so obsessed with my own feelings that I didn't see you liked him too. I didn't see he liked you." I went on, wiping my eyes before tears could escape them.

"Stop blaming yourself! You're only making this worse. I'm the one that made the mistake. I knew very well you were in love with him and-"

"He's never going to love me like that." I snapped, finally admitting it to her and myself, "He loves you, Le. I can see it in the way he looks at you. I'm sorry I was in the way for so long." She gaped at me, her eyes wide.

"Please stop, Liv. Forget about him, we're way more important. We're sisters, we're best friends." I squeezed her hand before pulling her into a hug.

"And that's why I want you to be happy, Lena." She stared at me, her eyes pooling with tears again.

"But what about you? I want you to be happy too, Liv." I smiled sadly at her, nodding.

"I will be, Lena. One day I will be."

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"Liv? Can I come in?" I looked up from my scrapbook and at Abel in the doorway. He was dressed in Oliver's old Ninja Turtle Pajamas, looking like he was ten instead of eighteen.

"Yeah." I muttered, looking back down at a picture of Oliver, Abel, and me at our first concert when we were twelve.

"Hey, I remember that." Abel fell on to the bed beside me, "That was the day you got your period." I lifted my head up from the book, shaking my head at Abel in surprise.

"You remember that?" I barely even remembered that.

"Yeah. I had to give you my sweatshirt to tie around your waist so no one would see the stain." He laughed, "We went to like five different rest stops on the way home to find pads or tampons and they were all out."

"Stop." I slapped his arm with the book, blushing.

That was probably why I forgot about it, because it had been one of the most embarrassing days in my life.

"You ready to go watch horror movies for twenty-four hours?" He asked after a few minutes of silence. I gave him a dark look.

"I'll never be ready for that." He chuckled at that.

"Don't worry, I'll fight off the big bad monsters and ghosts for you." He nudged me, winking. I slid my scrapbook back under my bed before standing up and walking toward my door. Abel caught my arm and turned me around so I was only inches in front of him.

"I don't regret kissing you either." And with that, he brushed his thumb over my lips and walked out of the room, leaving me to lean back against my door and try to figure out what the hell that was supposed to mean.

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~ChasingMadness24