Just a fair warning, this book will include pairs of three/four, and there will be boy/girl relationships. You can be LGBT and in a straight relationship, so I want to include that.

Prompt: Eric thinks that Marcie and Oliver don't get to spend enough time together, so he decides to fix it.

Eric's pov
"Please Zoey! I really need your help," I whine into the phone.

My sister sighs, but agrees to help. Marcie is at work, and Olive is at class. They get home at the same time, so we have a solid two hours to prepare.

Zoey arrives quickly and we make plans.

We run to the store and get a red tablecloth, wine, and some stuff for dinner.

When we're back home, we spread the tablecloth over the table. Zoey decides to make the dinner herself, and has me do other stuff.

She makes a chicken stir fry, and I run around the house.

First, I make sure we have two clean wine glasses, and wash our two nicest plates. After setting those on the table, I grab a pair of gloves and scissors.

I make my way to the rose bush and cut out six or seven.

I fill a vase with water and set the roses in there.

I switch out the sheets and pillowcases upstairs and leave another pair on the dresser, in case they decide to get nasty.

I also leave a few condoms and lube on the table. I smile as I think about the looks on their faces.

"ERIC! THEY GET HOME IN FIVE MINUTES!" Zoey screams.

The plan is to wait until we hear them unlocking the door, and then we'll sprint out the back door and hop the fence into Zoey's yard.

Then we'll chill there until either they call me to come home, or the next morning.

Quickly, I grab a pen and paper.

Hey loves!~
I noticed you two haven't been spending a lot of time together, so Zoey and I set up a date for you! I also left something in the bedroom for you guys. Love you both
-Eric

I place it on the table.

Just as Zoey finishes lighting the candles, the doorknob jiggles.

We sprint outside and I hoist her over the fence before jumping over myself. A job well done.

Marcie's pov
After Oliver, finally, opens the door, we walk in. Something smells great, but Eric can't really cook, so I'm scared.

"Eric! Babe, where are you?" Oliver yells, looking around. I go to the kitchen to investigate further.

What I see is shocking. The table is done up nicely, with food and wine on the table. But there's only two plates?

"Oliver, get in here," I call. He comes up behind me.

We walk slowly into the kitchen. Oliver snatches something off the table and I look to see a paper.

He reads it aloud and I feel a dream like smile cross my face.

Eric, you sweet little prick. It would've been better with you.

We talk and think about telling him to get over here, but he worked hard to give us a special night, and he's probably having fun with Zoey.

So we eat and talk. It's kinda nice. Would be nicer if Eric were here. After we finish up dishes, I turn to Oliver to see him already picking up the phone.

As soon as he's done, we go upstairs, and lay down, waiting for Eric.

He shows up within a few minutes, sipping from a water.

"Hey baby, did you have fun with Zoey?" Oliver asks quietly.

Eric slides into his lap and grabs my hand.

"Yeah. I probably drank a bit more than I should've but I'm okay. How was your dinner?" He replies, speaking softly.

"It was lovely, darling. Thank you for setting it up for us. But next time, invite yourself too. It wasn't the same without our little munchkin," I say, kissing his knuckles.

Eric briefly blushes before laying down, and pulling us with him.

He cuddles his back into my chest and nuzzles his face in Oliver's neck.

"Goodnight loves," Eric whispers.

"Goodnight baby," Oliver replies, throwing his arm over Eric and resting his hand on my hip.

"Goodnight darling," I force myself to stay awake until they're both asleep, and eventually fall into a peaceful slumber myself.

It's short, quick, and terrible