Ben's POV

I must've been programmed to make sure Oliver was okay because I woke up three more times that night. So when I woke up this morning to see it was daytime and sighed in relief. Oliver was still on top of me and I smiled at him, his hair was a mess though. I brushed through his hair with my fingers, Oliver stirred and snuggled into my chest still snoring lightly. I continued to brush my hands through Oliver's hair in an attempt to try to tame it.

The door opened and my Dad walked in, I froze as he looked at Oliver on top of me and my hands in his hair.

"Don't think it, don't you dare."

My Dad started to dance goofily around the room while chanting,

"Ben has a boyfriend, Ben has a boyfriend."

I shook my head,

"He's not my boyfriend, now be quiet before you wake him up."

Oliver lifted his head,

"Oh, I'm awake."

Oliver propped his head up on his elbows which rested on my chest. I felt my face flame as my Dad laughed at us. Oliver rolled off me and put his hands behind his head, he yawned,

"So let's get you to my house to unpack."

 My Dad nodded and I stood up pulling Oliver up to a standing position,

"Let's go."

My face was still red so I went to the bathroom to splash some water on it. Then my day went normally, well excluding the fact that Oliver was on my back the entire time. No literally, he was on my back. He insisted his legs hurt and wanted a piggyback ride, he convinced me. He makes these cute little puppy eyes when he wants something, and I can't resist. I carried him to the car and then we drove to his house with Oliver giving directions. When we got there Oliver waited for me to walk around and open the door. I turned and he hopped on my back and we walked to the door with his keys in my pocket. When we got to the door I reached in my pocket to get them but Oliver intervened,

"It's open."

I gave him a weird glance and opened the door. My Dad had my stuff in his hands as we walked inside. There was a small entryway before the living room that split off into the kitchen. I put Oliver down,

"Wow, this place is really nice."

Oliver smiled softly looking around. He grabbed the duffle bag from my Dad and motioned for me to follow him. I trailed after him with my backpack. We made it to the room and Oliver pushed open the door. We walked in and Oliver set my stuff on the bed. The room had a nightstand and a window opening into the backyard. A small closet where I could put my clothes, there was also a small desk where I set my backpack. When we returned to the living room I said bye to my Dad and would see him next Sunday.

Later on, someone pressed the doorbell. Oliver and I were in the living room doing homework. I stood up and went to open the door when I opened it there was a blond kid with freckles outside with a box of chocolates.