Chapter 16

Oliver's truck came up beside me. "Since Jordan hates your guts, do you want to come over to my house for a bit?" 

I smiled and got into his car.

Oliver's grandparents lived in a small old farmers house. His grandfather obviously still had parts of the  farm up and running.

We walked up to the house and sitting on the porch was an old border collie.

"His name is Billie." Oliver said as I looked at the dog. "He's turning fourteen years old this year. He doesn't have much life left in him. Poor guy might pass away soon."

I felt so sorry for the dog.

Oliver walked me through the house till we reached a small bedroom. He has a single bed and his room was covered in posters of bands and some of them I actually knew. There was of course Never Shout Never, there was Paramore, Kisschasy, Flyleaf, Black Veil Brides, Eminem, Simple Plan and many other bands liek that.

"You've listened to all of them?" I asked him.

Oliver nodded.

"How do you know about them?"

He hesitated for a moment, but then he told me. "When I was younger, my dad took Jordan and me to the city. I saw life there...I heard music...So when he brought us back here I went to the town computer, waited for ages with our slow internet to load and ordered lots of CD's. My grandparents gave them to me as birthday presents. My dad tried to burn them when I told him that I didn't want anything to do with this town....I put up a fight and so he decided to kick me out.

"Oh Oliver, that's crap."

Oliver shrugged. "That's life."

"So do you have all their albums?"

He shook his head.

I grinned and fished around in my bag, pulling out my iPod. "Enjoy." I told him as I chucked him it. He stared at it with satisfaction, but then frowned.

"I can't have you sit here while I listen to music."

"Then take it for the night."

A grin grew on his face. "Really?"

I nodded. "Then tomorrow tell me what bands you liked and I'll burn you some CD's from my stepfather's laptop."

"Would he be fine with that?"

"Ah...Leave that to me."

Oliver didn't notice how much sneaking I'd have to do in my tone of voice. He continued to stare at the iPod and eventually he carefully placed it onto his bed as if it was something extremely breakable.