Hazed Memory[I]

[Oliver Axel Linuson]

How did this happen? This didn't make any sense whats so ever to Oliver, he had went to the bar to meet up with Ivy there. That much he knew, he got there, they chatted, they got a few drinks, and then he couldn't remember how he ended up in his room...walked himself maybe? But what he didn't understand the most, was how the in the Lords name did he get this broken hand? Which a doctor was now wrapping up for him, and had just moments ago just wrapped it up. He and his parents were both very confused this morning when Calvin had walked into his bigger brothers room to wake up him up. But all they got a bloody murder scream, you would have thought he had died or something. Which didn't happen.

His parents had already texted and/called the Paige household, why, he didn't bother to ask. Maybe 'cause they wanted to know why the 24 year old left a 19 year old at a bar during the dead of night. He had told them it was alright, that they didn't need to do this, okay, he more or less screamed at them, which might be heard in the voicemail they left. "Mother, really, I am fine. This sort of things happens, it's totally okay! It wasn't that bad of a break, and I've had worse, you know that." he finally got her to shut up about it, this wasn't that big of a deal. Though he'd like to remember how he had somehow broken his hand...and why Ivy had left him alone at the bar.

However, Oliver couldn't help but feel like it was his fault that Ivy left the bar...he just couldn't remember why that was so. Maybe if he saw her, and asked her herself he'd remember. She should be here any minute, so according to his parents. And now they just waited the waiting room, waiting for his number to be called so that they can get some special painkillers and some other things to help speed along the process of healing his bones in his writing.

[Ivory Jillian Paige]

Ivy had slept through the phone a few times, but she got it on the last ring. It was Oliver's parents. Why on earth were they calling her? She rubbed her forehead and agreed to go to their house. Something about Ollie and the night before. Ivy thought and thought while she showered and threw on her clothes. They met at the bar, they had a few drinks and after that... nothing... She didn't know what happened, and how terrible was that going to be. But his family was so nice, she hated to lie but she was worried since they were calling her to the hospital.

Ivy took the subway and then walked the few block necessary and went to the desk. "Oliver Linuson please." And with the waiting room number in her head, she went to find him. When she found him, surrounded by his family, with a bandage on his hand, she sighed. A broken hand. She had been worried it was something more serious.

She approached them carefully. How could you tell parents you had blacked out and didn't remember how it happened... why didn't Oliver remember either? "Hi," She said looking at Oliver but speaking to all of them. "Broken hand?"

[Oliver Axel Linuson]

He looked up when he heard a voice, and a huge smile appeared on his face. Maybe she knew what had happened last night, how he had ended up getting a broken hand. But when he saw her face a surge of memories went through his eyes and they widened. He-he had done what with who?! No, no that couldn't have been right...why would he want to kiss her? Why Ivy?! He saw her as a sister, oh God. Oliver looked quickly away, and blushed as he looked down at his hand, and he nodded. "Uh. Yeah. Broken."

It appeared that maybe she didn't remember what had happened, which was a hella good thing, that was totally not cool. Most of his memories from the night before were hazy, due to the alcohol that he had consumed. Next time, just one Black Magic if there was going to be a shot of Whiskey in the next time they go out drinking. "Ouch!" he yelped in surprise as he felt his arm being punched, "What the hell was that for Dad?" he asked, rubbing his arm, the blush on his face now a little faded with something else to focus on.

"That was rude, you didn't even say hello! Say hello to Ivory, and dammit watch your freakin' language...we're in public." His Dad scolded at him, now it was his Mom's que to start beating her husband and telling him watch his behavior in public. Ignoring that, he looked toward Ivy, a blush coming back on his face.

"Ahaha, sorry, hi Ivy. And-before you ask. No. I can't remember a thing. And yeah, my hand is broken, my knuckles and fingers are sort of screwed up since I punched something with my fist...thumb inside my palm. And my wrist is sort of screwy too, hence this sort of long brace thingy, suppose'tah get a sling here in a bit." he informed her, and he sighed, he didn't have any recollection of punching anything. And he did feel bad for lying to her, but he it'd be better for the both of them if only he knew of them, of what had happened the night before. She had better things to do beside worrying about him and her making out, in public, at a bar...he held down his blush this time as he thought about it. Closing his eyes,

"Still..." he sighed, "It's...kind of not bad. Could'a have been worse." he shrugged it off, still not looking into her eyes.

[Ivory Jillian Paige]

Ivy watched him blush and turn away. What did he know that she didn't? She would ask him later, when his parents weren't here. "You never could keep your fist straight." She chuckled with a shake of her head. People commonly got the 'boxer's fracture', which happened when someone tipped their wrist up or down when hitting something.

It felt awkward to admit it when his whole family was here, who she doubted knew what he did with his life... but maybe they did.... "I don't remember anything, sorry... I'm glad you're basically okay." A broken hand was nothing in this world of young death and bitter violence. He could have simply punched a wall. He didn't seem to have any other injuries and he wasn't known for taking out guys with one badly aimed punch.

[Oliver Axel Linuson]

He made a sort of laugh, and nodded, "Yeah. Silly me. Still...makes me wonder, I was Captain of the Boxing Team at School, what could have made me punch something with my thumb in my palm? That was so idiotic!" he sighed and shook his head, leaning his forehead on the palm of his other hand, which was being up by his knee. That really did make him cringe, what the hell was he thinking? All he remembered was kissing Ivy, her leaving, blank, getting out of the bar, blank, getting in bed feeling fine, blank. It was frustrating not knowing what the hell could have happened, he's normally not that bad at holding alcohol either. Shit.

But, Oliver concluded, at least she didn't seem to remember a thing. She may be keeping it to herself though, since his whole family was there. Minus Calvin at the moment, but that was because he was in the Men's room. He looked up at his parents, who were now not arguing and now making lovey dovey eyes at each other. "Jeez you guys, get a room." he snipped at his parents, both of them snapped out of their daze and glared at Oliver who just looked a little irritated.

"Dear, looks like he'll need those pills after all. I don't a grumpy pants in our household!" Clarie whispered loudly to her husband. And Stephen did nothing but nod, rolling his eyes when Oliver had sighed and looked back toward Ivy. "Once Calvin comes back, we'll head straight home, your Father and I will go get your pills."

"Whatever Mom." he answered to them, he didn't mean to snap, maybe he did need them. He stayed silent till he watched them round the corner, and he looked back up at Ivy, "So, what'cha say to me for real? I know you, your probably just too shy to ask about it around them, they don't care...not much anyway." he swallowed some saliva, "Anyways, shoot." he gestured for her to start talking as he sat up and then relaxed as much as he could on the back of the chair, keeping one eye on the hallway with the bathrooms.

[Ivory Jillian Paige]

"You were hammered, I doubt people remember technique when they're like that." She laughed. Silly Oliver, maybe they had partied too hard? Granted, the reason she had blacked out was probably due to all the drinking she did before he had even been there at all.

Once his family sort of left them alone, he asked her --no, told her-- to say what she wanted. He could read her too obviously. "I seriously don't remember anything, but I think you do... the way you blushed when I came in... don't think I didn't catch it." And she was now his boss as well as a friend, and honestly, she'd hear the rumors soon enough, she was now a hot conversation topic. Ivy wanted to know what happened so she would know what the truth was.

She shifted her feet. "I need to know when people start talking." It felt weird to be her best friend's boss.

[Oliver Axel Linuson]

He blushed again, and he stared down at his feet. Well shit, she caught him. Sighing he looked up, and with his un-broken hand he ran it through his messy dark hair. It made sense though, she didn't want to be hit hard by rumors, and he didn't want to put her through that either. No matter how effed up this situation was, he was still her best friend and vise versa. Clearing his throat Oliver looked bashfully at Ivy, "Uh, well, ya caught me. I do know, kind of, what happened last night. Not all of it though, I swear, just bits and pieces, I...can't really remember the words but the actions are clear as day to me....kind of." he stuttered and mumbled, he really didn't want to be saying this right now.

"I just remember us talkin' about something, and then you leaned down and kissed me...on the lips. I think...a challenge or something, I dunno. However, I grabbed you after you pulled away and kissed you again...then...you somehow got on my lap..." he was now full on blushing, he didn't want Ivy to know this, not one bit, this was totally embarrassing. She was his hero as a kid, and his best friend now! "Basicallywejustmadeout!!" he said rather fast, and he stood up quickly from the chair, and tried to make a quick get away to somewhere other than there.

But it didn't quite work as he got up too fast and he instead stumbled, and fell flat on his face. Fail.

[Ivory Jillian Paige]

Ivy blushed a little herself, reaching out to keep from falling and managing to miss as he toppled over. "You broke your hand, you need to sit down." She said easing him back into his seat. They made out? Sure he was attractive and all, but they were friends. Pure and simple. Right? But alcohol did things to people.... Oliver's words were swirling in her brain and she closed her eyes.

Then it started to come back.

She remembered sitting alone with her booze, worried and sad. texting Oliver. She remembered running her fingers in his hair and sitting in this lap. The warmth of his lips. A moment, a flash. But enough to know he was right and how it made her feel.

Ivy opened her eyes and looked at him carefully. "You're a good kisser." She said, unsure of what else to say. Her eyes traced his eyes and nose and lips, neck and shoulders. Ivy had looked at hi,m so many times, but always as a friend, now she was starting to wonder.

[Oliver Axel Linuson]

He slowly peeled himself from the floor and with the help of Ivy managed to sit back down on the chair, "Ow..I dink I boke meh noe." he said as he held a hand up to his nose, he could smell a little blood. Hopefully it wasn't that bad. Man, he made a total fool of himself right there, why couldn't he be more calm about this? Like she was doing right now? She seemed to be fine, both on the outside and on the inside! Damn her...well...not really. She did have a little blush on her cheeks...wow she looks really cute.

Oliver was about to slap himself awake for thinking that she looked cute when she told him that he was a good kisser. His brain function just died right then and there, he stayed that way for a little bit in til somehow he managed to snap back to reality. "Wow, uh, thand yo?" he asked her, still holding a hand to his nose, it really felt bad. "Yo, un, were nod bad eider." he was blushing a little more now, but you couldn't really tell from where he smacked his face on the tile. "Yo were very warn...uhh..." he stopped there, that was a little too awkward...she was his sister dammit!

[Ow...I think I broke my nose. || Wow, uh, thank you? || You, um, were not bad either. || You were very warm...uhh...]

[Ivory Jillian Paige]

Ivy bit her lip and smiled a little. Getting on her knees, she moved his hand from his nose and pinched very lightly along the bridge of his nose. "I think you just got a nosebleed." She said, reaching for a tissue and handing it to him. Ivy couldn't move back away though, being this close, it brought a few more flashes back.

"And not bad? I'm sure I was better than that, especially since I remember I make your top ten," Ivy laughed, easing herself up to her feet. He was her friend, right? But she couldn't help but wonder if it was her memory or if there had been sparks. Or at the very least, an excitement and wholeness that she hadn't felt in a while. Ivy bit her lip for a moment.

"Do you remember feeling anything... because I think... I think it felt good."

[Oliver Axel Linuson]

That really hurt...what she was doing to his nose? That really, really hurt. But, he was gonna suck it up for now, she was probably right anyway. She was most of the time, why not now? "Thands." he thanked her, and took the tissue and held it up to his nose, he was squirming a little because she was so close to him now. And not moving...really...at all! Why were they still talking about this? Oh god, panic attack coming in at five, four, three, two...

"Oh god, you remember that?" he asked after he blew his nose a little, hurt like hell, but at least he could talk normal again. Oliver was trying hard not to look into the blood clotted tissue though, it was kind of gross by just a glance. "I only said that 'cause it would be true, I'm honest, and...fine, really, you were awesome! That's better than good right?" he asked her with a little more pep than he had before, maybe getting pwned by the floor was a good thing, it was making him more rational...if that made any sense.

Did it feel good? Of course it felt good! He was a typical guy, not that he tried to show it too often...his Mother had beaten sense into him, literally. He was happy that he got to kiss, smell and touch that night. However, he was a little freaked out that it happened to be Ivy, she was his best friend, his sister, his buddy! He had never had thoughts of romance about her before, at least, he didn't think he did. Oliver's brain wasn't exactly fully functional at the moment, and it was making him even more confused. One hand, he was creeped out by all this, on the other hand another part of him is literally whooping and jumping in the air about this. "Uuhhh..." was his only answer, that a larger blush.

[Ivory Jillian Paige]

"I was teasing you a little," Ivy said rolling her eyes as he said she was amazing. She didn't want false flattery. She couldn't help but wonder if she had opened a great door here though, someone who really knew her and cared. Granted, he wouldn't give her much street cred, and now she was a political figure but..... eh.

She said nothing, deciding to drop the subject, but it was stuck in her mind and would not leave. Maybe it never would, but for now, they would leave it be. Besides, his family would bustle back in soon. They'd been gone a while, better not to get into things when they might be interrupted.