Late Night Conversation. With chloeas.
Oliver stared blankly at the glowing red digits of his alarm clock, watching as they flipped from 2:21 to 2:22. He sighed softly and sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. He was tired, but there was a knot in his stomach that just seemed to be getting larger the closer to morning it got.
He rose to his feet, heading out of his bedroom and down the hall. Maybe a glass of cold water would help soothe his nerves.
At the familiar sound of typing, he paused, noting that it was coming from Chloe's room. He hesitated a moment, then knocked very softly so as not to wake Mia if she was actually asleep.
He rose to his feet, heading out of his bedroom and down the hall. Maybe a glass of cold water would help soothe his nerves.
At the familiar sound of typing, he paused, noting that it was coming from Chloe's room. He hesitated a moment, then knocked very softly so as not to wake Mia if she was actually asleep.