"Do you think we should do something?" I said quietly to Oliver. We were sitting on the couch just basically staring at Dylan, who was still sitting at Kenny's door, and hadn't moved for two hours. Oliver looked at Dylan concerned, and got up.

"Dylan?" He asked quietly.

"Hm?"

"I don't think her door is locked, go on in. She needs you now more than she thinks, she's just stubborn and self-destructive." Dylan looked up at him, his eyes visibly red from crying even from where I was sitting. "Hey, come here." Oliver said pulling Dylan up and into a hug. Dylan instantly started sobbing.

"She just won't let me help her!" He cried out.

"I know, you have to make her let you." Dylan pulled away and wiped his eyes and nodded. He turned to Kenny's door and opened it slowly. Laying on the floor in a puddle of water was Kenny. Asleep. I got up to help get her dried off and into dry clothes, or any clothes for that matter. Dylan picked her up and I took the towel and dried her off, while Oliver got some clothes from her drawers. Dylan laid her on her bed and we dressed her and he grabbed a blanket and pillow of her bed and laid down on the floor.

"I'll be fine." He reassured us. We nodded and left the room closing the door. We walked to my room and laid down on my bed. I instantly started crying and laughing at the same time. Oliver laughed.

"You're such an empath." He joked.

"Well that would be my superpower!" I said through the mix of emotions that were running through my body.

"True." He said agreeing. I pulled out my phone and put on some music, my playlist obviously, and turned towards Oliver. He reached out and grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him, our foreheads touching lightly. "So what's your favourite colour?" He asked smiling.

"WELL," I started, but was interrupted by my phone vibrating.

"Who's calling you at one in the morning?" Oliver asked.

"The question is who calls people anymore?" I retorted. I pressed answer and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"I've been thinking about you." The voice said.

"Who is this?"

"How do you not know Arabella? We're soulmates!"

"Ha ha, very funny. Bye." I said, and hung up quickly. "That was so weird lmao."

Oliver laughed and shrugged it off, but honestly I was a little irked by the phone call. But everything had been so weird lately.

"Hey Belle?" Oliver said looking away form me.

"Mmhm?" I said turning his face to mine. His cheeks were slightly pink and his eyes danced around the room.

"Can I try something?" He asked, his nerves obviously shining through. I raised my eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"Of course goose." He smiled slightly and cupped my cheek in his hands. What was he doing? He leaned forward slowly to the point where our faces were less than an inch apart. He suddenly closed the gap, his lips meeting mine, his eyes closed, pinched together almost. Wait he was kissing me! Do I kiss back? Probably right? Okay. Calm. Kiss him back dammit. I shut my eyes and leaned my face closer. He pulled away, and I opened my eyes to see him smiling widely. I smiled back at him. I brought my fingers up and they skimmed my lips softly, I looked down nervously.

"What's wrong sunshine?" Oliver asked, tilting my head up with his finger.

"That was my f- was that okay?" I mumbled, my words barely clear.

"Wait that was your first kiss? Oh no, I should've asked you! Or made it more special, isn't it supposed to be a big deal? I'm so stupid. I guess I just thought a girl as wonderful as you should've had so many boyfriends, I mean I'm not that special, so I don't know why you even consider me." He rambled on. I cut him off by pressing my lips to his once more.

"Shut up." I said in between kisses.

"Why are you so mean to me oh my goodness!" He fake cried.

"I am only mean to the people I like." I laughed. "LMAO no that's not true at all."

"I was about to say, Belle. You're one of the meanest people I know."

"Thank you." I said genuinely. He just laughed.

"Should we actually sleep?" He asked.

"Probably," I replied, "No promises though. I may stay up all night playing Animal Crossing."

"Fair enough." He shrugged. We got under the covers and I turned my back to him. His arm wrapped around my waist.

"Goodnight my little bee." He said kissing my shoulder.

"Goodnight my lil goose." I said snuggling into him. "Oh and by the way, my favourite colour is black."

A/N;

Hello my little eggs, I would like to say yes this is a shorter chapter than you and I am used to, however, I am in much need of sleep and I promised Lindsay, who this book is dedicated to that I would update tonight. And if I don't I'm afraid she's going to cut off my fingers... So here is the update!! Also, can we just on the ADORABLE Oliver/Belle Moment here???