Small Cottage

Olivia's massive eyebrows went up. "Seriously?"

[LIV I CHANGED MY MIND DON'T DO IT]

"Seriously. You should spend some time with him. He's different." Serenity took a deep breath.
"He goes to church. And reads.. well, he reads some religious crap."

[I wasn't going to. o3o]

Olivia stared up at Serenity. This didn't exactly... compute, let's say. "What?"

[I had drank coffee. Sorry.]

"I know. He goes to church regularly. Every Sunday. He reads religious books."

"Well, mum'd be proud. Oh, have you let them know yet?"

"Oh. Uh, no. I haven't. Sorry.." Serenity grinned. "Anyways, how are you?"

"Alright, generally. I think I might be coming down with something, though."

"Oh. Hey, why are you living at the place you're at, anyways? How'd you afford it?"

"Oh, uh..." Shoot! "Magic, you know. How that goes and all. Used to be a cardboard box, that did." Hopefully Serenity would overlook Olivia's poor transfiguration grades. Let alone that that was probably impossible.

Serenity gasped. "I bet you're doing the same as me. You're in love with you're roommate and you don't want me to know! Of course it's okay. I just don't want to hear about your kinky lesbian sex. I bet you two met at college, and you realized you had feelings for each other, and just started experimenting. Then you realized that your love, regardless of gender, was true.. And now you're going to get married in a big lesbian wedding! That's so sweet!"

Olivia looked down for a moment, biting her lip. "I am not a lesbian," she said sternly. "NOT! A lesbian."

"Prove it." Serenity said, frowning at her friend. "If you're so straight, prove it."

"It's Boris, okay? There."

"Wait, no! I mean... Not that! That's who it's-- We're not... He's just sort of THERE! Yells a lot... AT ME! ... For skipping work and that! And eating things out of the fridge at all hours! Nothing like what you said, I swear!" Olivia had grown more and more flustered over the course of that little monologue.

Serenity screamed excitedly. "WAWTAWHGHJKLFDSDFGHJKLKGDSDFGHJKGFDSDFGHJK!!!! THAT'S SO CUUUUUUUTE! YOU HAVE TO GET MARRIED! KIDS! KIDS! KIDS!" She took up the chant, screaming kids right in Olivia's ear repeatedly.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" She was blushing like back in second year. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT GIBBERISH!?"

"You guys are adoooooorable. You have to get married. Have kids. Pleeease. Oh, please. I want you to get married almost as bad as I want to get married. That's how much I want you to marry him. Have you guys kissed?"

"No! Never going to!"

"But-- But you're living together. That implies that you've at least kissed."

"That implies nothing, dumbass. It's like how I was at Rachel's, only less drunk."

"You were at Rachel's? Drunk? Whatever-- just-- I don't want to know."

"There's nothing WORTH not-wanting-to-know-ing. Seriously. I'm barely even there... Where's Elroy?"

"I dunno. Probably inside." Serenity was staring at Olivia curiously. Maybe, if she got her drunk at the wedding, she'd spill the beans about Boris. Or her whole life. "So, you know you have to bring an escort to the wedding? It's not going to be one of those single mixer things. Not my wedding."

"Oh." What was Serenity trying to pull? "And?"

"So find an escort. Otherwise, you can't come."

"You'd shut your own sister out from your wedding? And Amanda? OH! Did you hear Wallace left her? Poor thing..."