Prologue To A Dream, Pt. 3
“Oliver, stop!” Peter yelled as Oliver paced the floor in front of him. He stood, and placed his hands on Oliver’s shoulders. “Please, calm down.” Oliver shrugged his hands away. “Peter, how can I be calm! She embarasses me in front of 20,000 people, and then she leaves me this? A note?”
Adam patted Oliver on the back as he sat down and buried his face in his hands. “Oliver…you knew her for two days. Don’t you think that you may have frightened her away?”
“Adam, she said that she loved me too,” Oliver replied, choking back tears. Will walked over and ruffled Oliver’s blond curls. “Ollie, you’re a star. Didn’t you hear the girls that were screaming “No!”? I’ll tell you what you should do. Get one of those girls, and have a good time tonight.” Oliver glared at Will. “Will, why is it always groupies with you? They don’t make my world go round, as they do for you!”
“Ollie, I’m sorry to tell you this, but Chelsea’s just a groupie too,” Will said, with a smug smile.
Oliver stood, and punched him.