That next morning, Oliver woke up pretty early, as he only slept about three hours. The couch definitely wasn't ergonomic and he had a good idea why that married couple tried to throw it out in the first place. He laid in bed for probably an hour or so before he got up. But after a quick breakfast of mini wheat's and some tea, he went to check his email. And... well...
"Motherfucker! Goddamn it!"
Yeah.
Oliver had checked his email, hoping to hear back from some of the people he had lined up to help him in some fashion. And he got some news from Mark that the voice actor they had to play the main character has bailed on the project. And they can't do anything about it, as the contract they had him sign stated that even if he didn't work, the money they paid him upfront is still legally his. In other words, their douchey employee ripped them off. He fucking hated lying, cheating bastards like that.
Oliver was running his hands through his hair, "Fuck him, man. That was four hundred and fifty dollars out of my own goddamn wallet right there. If I ever see that fucker around this campus I swear to God-"
"Uh. Hey?"
Oliver turned his head back to look at April who was standing in the doorway. And his heart rate picked up for a few moments. Her hair was ruffled around, her low-collared t-shirt revealing quite a bit of cleavage, and her pajama pants clung to her skin. With her little smirk, he thought she looked so tired and sexy without even really trying to. She definitely didn't make this short stay at his house easy on him, he could at least say that much. So he spun around and sat forward.
"Hey."
April leaned against the doorframe and cocked one of her eyebrows, "So... I take it something's got under your skin."
Oliver used his head to gesture to his computer, "Work."
"School stuff, huh?" As Oliver got up, April began walking to the living room as he followed close behind.
"Nah. Game stuff," He said as he went into the kitchen.
"Oh, I didn't know you still did that kind of stuff. Sort of thought you stopped after highschool or something," April sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter.
"Why? Because it's childish?" Before April could retort, he chuckled, "It's fine. No, no I didn't stop. This is something I sort of live for, you know. This is most of what I do every single day."
"Oh. So you're majoring in game design?"
Oliver gave her a short nod then followed with, "So, uh, do you want some breakfast? I could make some eggs."
"That'd be nice. You don't have to though."
He didn't even respond, he just grabbed the eggs out of the fridge along with some PAM and a frying pan to get started. April observed him closely for a little bit, trying to figure out what exactly was different about him, because there sure as hell was something. But she couldn't put her finger on it.
"So... do you want to talk now?" April asked.
"No, let's wait until after you've eaten. I assume you've got plenty to talk about, huh?" Oliver broke open the eggs over the heated pan and watched it sizzle for a moment. He took a deep breath in; the nice warm air of his apartment calmed him down, as he kept tensing up every time he looked her way.
"Okay."
April sat in silence and watched him cook for her. She kept trying to pinpoint this 'something' about him. He definitely did look older, his face was growing a beard at this point and she didn't remember him ever having one. He looked more tired, but she could imagine that college life plus working with games must have brought him down some. But it wasn't any of that, exactly. Maybe he seemed a lot less volatile. She didn't know at this point.
"I don't know what to talk about," She admitted.
"Me neither," Oliver watched the water droplets form upon the glass cover over the pan.
"How are you, I guess? As a person?" April tapped her fingers on the counter.
But Oliver didn't answer. To be honest, he didn't really know the answer to that question. He didn't know what to tell her, he just was.
"Eggs are ready," He murmured, putting the eggs onto a white plate and, along with a glass of juice, handed her the food he made for her, "Let's go sit on the couch."
"Thank you."
Oliver just let her eat for a little bit and tried to think about how to start this conversation. He really was never good with talking to women, especially about sentimental shit. Well, assumedly. He knows she got kicked out of her apartment, so it's gotta be over something bad. You don't just walk over to your roommate one day, shake her hand, and tell her to get the fuck out and everything's peachy. And why is she standing for it? Like, doesn't she have a legal right to her place as well?
He didn't notice as he was deep in thought, but she had already finished her eggs by the time he had finished his thought. But when he did come to, he noticed her fidgeting with her hands, and cleared his throat.
"So. Um. What happened?"
April sat there for a few seconds and then took a deep breath, "Well... as I said it's a long story."