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Oliver Chamber 16 Figuring it out.

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Somebody’s Baby - Phantom Planet.

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Well, just, a look at that girl with the lights comin' up in her eyes. She's got to be somebody's baby. She must be somebody's baby. All the guys on the corner stand back and let her walk on by.

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rcrydaniels‌:

Brows furrowed as she looked at the other with wide eyes, “Why would that be so hard to believe?” The Queen Bee muttered, latching onto the other as she gave his arm a playful tug, “Please?”

“Uh,” Oliver hesitated, if Rory genuinely wanted him to come up with a list of reasons why it might be hard to believe that he, despite all of the popular guys she was friends with, was her boyfriend, they might be there all day before he reached the end of it. Still, he could help her out if she thought it might work, “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, trying not to be completely rigid as she tugged at his arm. He didn’t want to overstep any uncomfortable boundaries so, in an attempt to appear affectionate with the Queen Bee, he simply delivered her a light pat on the hand, smiling as he met her gaze, “Should I laugh like you just said something funny?” he asked, wasn’t that what couples did? Laughed at jokes that weren’t funny?

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xororybelle‌:

Taking yet another step into the room, Rory let go of Alba’s leash, telling the collie to stay while she looked around. “Um, all I know is it’s apparently orange.” She told the boy upon hearing his offer to help look. “I’m sorry it’s nae much to go off of; but that’s all I was told.” She added with a light shrug as she fiddled with her reading glasses. She’d nearly forgotten she was still wearing them after class; so the fidgeting acted as a nice reminder. Taking them off, she hooked them onto the neckline of her shirt before glancing around once more, things looking clearer than before. “Ye don’t have to help me search for it, though. I mean, if yer busy… I’ll try and be quick.”

Oliver was momentarily distracted by the dog, he would have loved for the Chamber family to have a dog or a pet of any kind but the boys were still in negotiations with their father. “Orange, okay, that...helps,” he said with a shrug, it wasn’t much to go on, she was right but it was better than nothing. “Orange, orange,” he mumbled quietly as he shuffled through a stack of books and folders stashed away in a nearby shelving unit. “What’s it for?” he asked, perhaps a little context would help him identify the folder, just in case he came across several orange ones in his search. He whipped his head around to face Rory when she apologized to him, “Oh- I- it’s fine, really, I mean it, it gives me something to do. I was kind of just daydreaming, wasting time, mostly” he insisted, he loathed to think he’d made her feel like a pain in his butt, it certainly hadn’t been his intention. He smiled at his peer, just an added effort to assure her that he’d meant the words he’d said.

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xororybelle‌:

It was only a short detour from where she’d normally be headed during lunchtime; but Rory didn’t mind running the errand for her teacher. After all, she’d still have plenty of time to make it to the library to read a good book and eat her lunch before the bell rang. “Um, nae.” She smiled at the individual already occupying the room she needed to stop by. “I just need to grab a folder for Mrs. McGraw; then I’ll be out of yer way.” With that said, she stepped further into the room, her eyes beginning to scan for the folder in question. All she knew about it was that it was orange; but she honestly had no idea where to start looking.

Oliver hadn’t seen any teachers pass in and out of the classroom and couldn’t be sure where the folder had been placed. if it was there at all, it had been there long before his arrival. He stood from his seat, letting his phone and headphones sit idly on the desk in front of him, “What does it look like? I can help you look, if you want,” he suggested, attempting to be somewhat useful in a position where he felt like he was an inconvenience for the older girl.

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rcrydaniels‌:

“Quick…I need you to pretend we’re dating for the next few minutes. PLEASE.” The South African begged as blue hues latched onto that of her classmate’s, looping her arm with theirs. 

“I get the feeling people might have a hard time believing that, don’t you?” Oliver offered, looking at the blonde. In his opinion, people might be more willing to believe that Oliver was her imaginary friend than her boyfriend. 

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josieblo‌:

‘those goys can finally know what good food tastes like.’   that was bubbe’s reason for, reluctantly, allowing josie to take a large platter of HONEY COOKIES to school.   the majority of which should be reserved for Rosh Hashana.  a bounce in her step, a grin on her face, she’s all but prancing down the halls, stopping at every locker making sure everyone got a cookie before the bell rang.     “      shana tova !      ”    she exclaims, arriving to another locker.    “      cookie?        ”

At the greeting, Oliver had absolutely no idea how to respond but smiled anyway, a tentative “Shalom?” leaving his lips as he accepted a cookie from the plate. “Is it your birthday?” he asked curiously, knowing that sometimes students brought party favors for their own birthday when they couldn’t rely on their friends or classmates to provide them. 

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xororybelle‌:

She may have been in Northlake coming up on two months now; but that didn’t mean Rory knew her way completely around school. She still got lost from time to time while looking for rooms that weren’t regularly part of her daily schedule. And today was one of those day due to a teacher asking her to run an errand before heading to lunch. So with Alba in tow, she went searching for Room 123B. Finally finding it, she opening the door, expecting it to be empty. But it wasn’t. “Oh, um. I’m sorry for interrupting.” She hastily apologized. “I figured no one would be in here this time of day.”

Though it looked like Oliver was studying for an upcoming test or similar, unfortunately for the sophomore, he wasn’t being nearly as productive as that. In fact, he was daydreaming more than anything with his textbook open in front of him, hiding from the classmates that made his life difficult at lunchtime. It was far easier for him to stow away in an empty classroom until the bell rang, wasting time listening to music or even taking a short nap instead of attempting to outsmart or outrun his bullies. He hadn’t expected to be interrupted and jumped a little when Rory turned up in the doorway, “Oh-” he stuttered, pulling his headphones out of his ears, “No, it’s fine- I’m not-” he shrugged, unsure of where his sentence was going. “Did you need this room?” he asked, feeling bad for hogging it when he could just as easily have hidden in the boy’s bathroom.

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fkc-aiden‌:

A light gasp escaped his lips as he looked at Oliver in disbelieve. “But-But, when the moon hits your eye,” he started, his voice strained with distraught, “It’s a big pizza pie.” The smile on his lips was desperate to break through, though Aiden bravely battled on with a straight face. “That’s amore.” he finished in a whisper, before bursting out in a huge fit of laughter. “Seriously, chicks dig the moon. It’s romantic.” he continued on laughing. Aiden knew out of the two of them, he definitely had more experience romantically. But Oliver was a good kid. He was cute, kind and funny. If only he had a bit more courage. Luckily for his brother, he’d tested the alcoholic levels for such a thing. “Come on, Ollie. I can promise they’re good girls,” he joked, “Well, good at what they do.” A bright smile sat on his lips as he took a sip from his drink. His girl in particular was very good at what she did. The use of ‘sort of’ would have triggered a smart-ass response if Oliver hadn’t been quick to look over his shoulder. They both knew Rowan wouldn’t have come to the party. Too flighty. So who was he looking for? He’d have to do some Chamber level detective work to figure it out, and not spook Oliver in the process. “Footballers are not my friends. They’re meatheaded, girlfriend stealing, jock straps.” he replied confidently. Ignoring the hypocrisy in his statement. 

Oliver rolled his eyes in an overdramatic fashion in response to Aiden’s foolish banter. He delivered the older male a light shove to the shoulder, made markedly difficult but his brother’s superior stature, “You’re such an idiot,” he scolded through a laugh, “I don’t know what they see in you,” he added though it was untrue of course, they saw confidence, a tall, handsome athlete with confidence. Even if he did sound like an idiot, Aiden would still have all of those things and girls would fall at his feet over it. “What would I even say? Like hey, seen the moon? Pretty cool,” he made a feeble attempt at an icebreaker but even saying it to Aiden, it sounded clumsy and awful.  “They must have something going for them,” Oliver conceded, they must have been extremely good to make it worth Aiden’s time or surely he’d be sick of hanging around the Queen Bees by now. He rattled his beer can to check how much liquid was left inside it, more of a nervous habit than a need-to-know procedure as he closed one eye and peered into his cup, watching the moon’s reflection in it before he was distracted by Aiden talking about the football players again. “Did you get into a fight with one of ‘em?” he asked curiously, trying to figure out where his sudden passionate hatred had stemmed from. He assumed it had nothing to do with girlfriend stealing, as far as Oliver knew Aiden only had one girlfriend if she could be considered that and she’d been downing vodka in their kitchen quite happily that evening, un-stolen as far as Oliver could tell.

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durandeleanor‌:

Eleanor sniggered at his words. “Yeah well it did cure them because it killed them, therefor cured.” She replied simply, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean they also thought that giving a female an orgasm would treat hysteria, god bless them forward thinking alienists, am I right.” She added before glancing around and rolling her eyes. “That’s honestly standard at these things but that sounds like a bad omen to me.”

“If you look at it that way, I guess you have a point,” he laughed softly, it was a little macabre to consider death a cure but he supposed the whole conversation was just a little dark. He tucked his hands into his pockets and quirked an eyebrow, turning to Eleanor “What’s an alienist?” he asked curiously, the word was foreign to him, the concept even more so, almost as foreign as the concept of a female orgasm. “Great, I wish Aiden had told me that before he convinced me to come with him tonight,” Oliver groaned playfully. Truthfully, he probably would have come anyway purely because he was almost certain his crush would appear at any moment.

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fkc-aiden‌:

Hearing Oliver echo his words was nice. Ego boosting, if anything. Something Aiden loved was the relationship he help with his brother. It would take some pushing to get him where he needed to be, but at least they actually talked. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually spoke with Lucy, or knew where she was. “Why don’t you go chat to those girls about the moon, huh?” he offered, nudging the boy slightly as encouragement. “Not all of them are satanic bitches. Just avoid the one’s I’d go for.” he commented with a shrug. Oliver’s brain had always been a bit of a mystery to Aiden. Growing up, he now understood what he meant. The jumping and editing of conversations in real time, Having to keep up with where his head had jumped to next. “Rowan. I forgot her name,” he said trailing off, “But I like her. I didn’t know she liked animals, just drawing. You can give her those oil paints I was going to give Harper. I bet she’d love you for it.” Aiden laughed loudly, not caring for the party-goers around them. Talking to Oliver was an easy conversation, no charms needed, “Fun fact. A footballers brain is in his dick.”

“They don’t want to hear about the moon,” he was making an assessment without any prior evidence but he was pretty sure it was true, “Not from me,” he added quickly, perhaps if Aiden wandered over and started chatting about the moon, they’d pretend to have PhDs in astrophysics for the sake of entertaining him but if Oliver even managed to get a response out of them, he doubted it would be anything good. He laughed at his brother’s advice, “There isn’t enough alcohol in the world to get me drunk enough to think that talking to any of the girls you’d go after would be a good idea,” the car ride with Aiden’s latest escapade had been bad enough, let alone trying to start a one on one conversation with her or one of her friends. “I don’t like her like that, she’s a friend- sort of,” he explained, he looked over his shoulder to see if he could spot Helena anywhere, wishing Aiden knew her well enough to know what to say, “I thought the football players were your friends,” Oliver was a little confused by Aiden’s animosity toward football players, perhaps he’d had a beer spilled on him that night or perhaps the politics within the Jocks clique was more complicated that Ollie had accounted for.

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durandeleanor‌:

Eleanor had decided to step away from mingling for a moment and found herself lingering by the drinks table, holding her half drunk can of soda in her hand, she was still annoyed that she had left her spa week early for something as dull as this party. “Well the word lunatic did derive from the word Luna because they found the crazies went a little bit more crazy during a full moon, the sanitariums got a little more wild.” She replied simply, not really bothering to hide her intelligence from the male. “So probably a bad omen, there a few of them in this town.”

“I'm pretty sure they also thought that leaving tuberculosis patients out in the snow would cure them so I don’t know how accurate that is,” he commented, thinking about it. Perhaps he just didn’t want it to be true. “I saw one guy strip butt naked and jump into the lake, I don’t know if that’s a bad omen exactly but maybe he lost his mind, lunatic style” 

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liamtempest‌:

        “bad omen, hundred percent,” liam replied, leaning back into his seat at the same table, sounding way too confident for what was being discussed. “you ever heard ten people being saved from a burning building on a full moon?” he shook his head, he was too into the moon business he had never given a second thought before this moment. “no way, you only hear the murder-sui type shit. either the full moon brings out nothing in people or the bad – or maybe the media is all about it and they don’t give the credit for the good stuff that happens on a full moon to the full moon. it’s just something good that happens. maybe people need a reason for bad.”

“Not recently,” Oliver responded with a laugh trailing his words, it wasn’t a particularly convincing argument for a bad omen but he supposed Liam had a point, or something like it anyway. “I guess so,” he agreed, it was macabre but it wasn’t untrue, he just hoped there wasn’t going to be a homicide that evening, especially since it would mean his Dad was going to show up at the party. So embarrassing. “It makes people feel better when they have something to blame, it like- it distances them from the whole situation or something. Like if you call a serial killer a monster, it makes them less human and if they’re less human then you couldn’t possibly end up like them or know anybody that could,”

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ofhelenas‌:

“well, it depends on how you look at it,” helena replied easily before taking a swig of her drink. she swished it around in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and continuing: “there’s substantial evidence that the full moon does, in fact, change human behavior. nothing ridiculous, like suggesting a person could change into a werewolf at the full moon, but irritability and dangerous events - instances in which accidents result in trips to the er, and all that.” the brunette shrugs before taking another sip of her beverage. “it proves to be interesting readings, i’ll give them that.”

Oliver couldn’t help the way his heart rate picked up whenever Helena was around, more so when she spoke, infinitely so when she spoke to him and on purpose no less. He hoped his nervousness didn’t show though it felt like it was about to manifest in the form of a glowing neon sign floating above his head at any given moment. Still, when Helena responded, seemingly engaged in the conversation he felt the slightest bit of relief in knowing that he hadn’t sounded half as dumb as he’d felt talking about the moon. “Yeah, totally,” he agreed, though she probably could have said that the moon was about to fall from the sky and crash into the cabins and he would have been just as likely to agree with her. He listened carefully, wondering if he could blame the moon for his own behavior if she started to think he was weird. “There are more accidents on a full moon?” he repeated curiously, looking up at the moon as if it could provide an answer for him too. “You’d think it would be the opposite, I mean, it’s so bright out. You can see just about everything,” he commented, looking out at the water, the illuminated trees and then Helena with a soft smile.

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jvstinprinz‌:

bent at the knees, his hands, with all the strength he could muster, move to lift the beer pong table that was once laying on its side.   justin gives the term sore loser a whole new definition. losing a game or two of beer pong, ones he thought he calculated quite well, resulted in a flipped table but not until after  he pelted the small white ball at the wall behind his opponent. it wasn’t the best look for him but he cared more about winning than anything else. at least for now, after ten minutes of cooling off, among the cups and alcohol that decorated the floor, he saw the error in his ways - as well as heard the nagging that’s bound to happen if any of the bees saw the scene and were able to pinpoint him.  “mind giving the other side a lift? helping out a bit?”

Oliver was already on clean-up duty, taking the more disgusting of the tasks by mopping up the spilled alcohol on the floor with a fairly ineffective roll of paper towel in his hand. He looked up when Justin spoke and watched the other male get blatantly ignored by a passerby who clearly wanted no hand in Justin’s mess. He sighed to himself and stood to full height from his previous position on his hands and knees, wiping his palms on his jeans before grabbing the other end of the table. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d been thinking about the fact that if Aiden married Imogen, they’d be brothers-in-law and he’d been trying to determine whether that would sedate Justin’s tyrannical manner or whether it would only make it worse. He cringed when he imagined their families meeting and hoped the budding relationship between his and Justin’s older siblings would just never get that far. “I think the beer is skunked, it smells funny,” he said, thinking out loud, though he sort of thought all beer smelled funny and he was no expert anyway.

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fkc-aiden‌:

His lack of enthusiasm disappointed Aiden, but he’d make it his mission to change that. All he ever wanted was Oliver to be happy. To not be hindered the way he and Lucy had been. To know that somebody cared about him. “Come on, this is a what we in the business call ‘a cabin of opportunity’. Pretty girls, free booze, a few individuals you never have to see again. Come make at least one bad decision with me. I promise you can hold it against me for life.” he begged, just wanting Ollie to have fun for once. “I like hanging with you. You’re not a dick. It’s a nice change,” he replied, “You know, I kind of wish the little cute thing from camp was here. She was nice, very your pace, promise.”

Oliver laughed sincerely at Aiden’s words, not just to entertain the older male, “A cabin of opportunity” he repeated, though it sounded much better coming from Aiden than it did coming from Oliver. “A lot of pretty girls,” he agreed, one, in particular, came to mind and he’d seen her a few times that night but hadn’t yet found something interesting or cool to say to her. “Who?” he asked with a furrowed brow, trying to follow Aiden’s train of thought, “Wait- Rowan? She’s my tutor, she’s not into me, she’s not like that. -and I don’t even know anything about animals, not really,” he paused a moment, trying to conjure anything  he could say that might interest somebody like Rowan,”A shrimp’s heart is in its head,” he offered, tapping his own temple, though it didn’t sound like a very good icebreaker even if Rowan was at the party.

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fkc-aiden‌:

Aiden chuckled, listing to his own brother’s ramblings. “Obviously it’s a good sign.” he commented, throwing an arm around Oliver’s shoulders. “The bad omen has got to be the both of us here tonight. Hope this town is ready for a little Hell.” he joked at the younger boy. It was good that he’d come out at all. Especially with a certain Prinz in attendance. Aiden wasn’t about to allow anything to happen to his favourite baby brother however. 

Oliver smiled boyishly when his brother spoke, talking the two of them up as if they were on par with one another. “Yeah, sure,” he attempted to agree with a smile but there was no denying that only one Chamber would be raising hell while the other cheered him on from the sidelines if he found the courage to do that much. He looked into his cup, trying to see the bottom through the skunked beer that filled it, maybe his confidence was down there too. “You know, you don’t have to hang out with me all night, right? I’ll be okay on my own, I’ll probably find somebody in my class to- I don’t know, play pool with or something,” he insisted, worried that his brother was sacrificing a good time in favor of babysitting him.

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micahwalkerbait‌:

He shook his head as he saw the other start to stammer and clearly started to feel bad for even saying it “Don’t worry, really. It’s all good.” He smiled back at him. “This town is very messed up, I don’t think the locals even know all of what goes on around here.” Sad, but probably true statement. He didn’t really know this guy very well, but clearly he’s new and doesn’t know much. He wasn’t going to give him any shit for it. Not like he would give anyone shit for anything, really. “Yeah, the cabin’s down there are pretty nice. Wouldn’t be surprised if people get lost in there.” 

Oliver nodded his head, remaining silent for a moment or two while he gathered his thoughts. Sometimes, he’d found, it was better if he said nothing, he was prone to saying the wrong thing at the worst time, after all. “At least the food is good,” it may have sounded like an attempt at humor but it was just the first thing that sprang to mind when Oliver tried to fill the looming silence between them. He laughed soon after, a little awkwardly but trying to cover it up with a smile. “You sure you don’t want to check it out? I’m getting a lift back in like twenty minutes,”