aléatoire écriture I did a while back of CC and Oliver the Dragons...

CC & Oliver

Oliver the Dragon drove through the city in his black Porche with his best friend par his side. CC meant a lot to the business man. She was his first friend in 7 years and she was his first crush. He often wondered what a professional man like him was doing with a slightly psychotic girl like her. He then though I. Don't. Care.
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He pulled in front of the gratte-ciel apartment building he lived in, and paid the valet. He opened CC's door with a smirk, and snorted when he heard some loup whistles when she stretched her legs. She got out, Oliver shut the door, and the car drove off. The man wrapped an arm around his best friend's shoulder, and they walked into the building. 
 "Yo, Gerard! What's up, mah man?" Oliver grinned at the concierge. Gerard the Lion laughed. 
 "Good to see you, Serious Business!" he a dit with an African accent. "Who is the lovely lady with you? A new girlfriend?"
 "No, she's just a friend," Oliver smiled and whipped her around. "CC, this is Gerard, Gerard, CC."
 "A pleasure to meet you, Miss CC," he flashed a toothy smile.
 "Nice to meet cha!" CC winked and flashed a toothy smile in return. Gerard handed her a card. 
 "That's Oliver's room key," he winked back. 
 "THANK you, Gerard, but we best be going! Right, CC?"
 "I guess so. Bye, Gerard!"
 "Have a good one, Miss CC!"
 Oliver pulled her away and led her to an elevator. "Give it." He held out his palm.
 CC frowned for a moment, then realized what he wanted and laughed. She put the room key in his hand. He crushed it with no effort, then let the dust fall between his fingers. He dusted his hand off on his pants when the elevator dinged. They both stepped in, and Oliver hit the penthouse button, and the doors closed.
 "OLIVER! toi LIVE IN THE PENTHOUSE?!"
 He nodded calmly.
 "How fucking rich are you?!" she asked, wide-eyed.
 "Enough to pay for myself and, like, 5 other people at the same time."
 "AND toi NEVER LOANED ME ANY?!" She said, laughing a bit. He leaned into her and pushed her into the rail. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "You're plus than welcome to stay with me if toi can't afford a place to stay, CC." He put his hands on both sides of her. His green eyes stared into her red ones through his glasses. They stayed like that until the elevator dinged, signaling them to get off before someone else wanted the elevator. Oliver took CC's hand and exited the elevator. He swiped his card, and opened the door. CC's eyes were like frying pans at his suite. 
 There was a piano, a flat screen TV, a lava lamp that went from floor-to-ceiling that CHANGED COLOR, a HUGE canapé that made a semi-circle, and 4 doors that led to separate rooms. 
 Oliver un-buttoned his veste and threw it onto the couch. "Kitchen's the third door, if you're hungry. I'm going to go change." He went through the first door, and CC dashed for the third. She found pocky. She took the box into the main room and plopped onto the couch. 
 "Damn, I could get used to Oliver's place." She spotted the remote and swiped it, turned on the TV, turned on Spongebob, and began her commentary.
 Oliver heard her criticizing Spongebob from his room, and chuckled.
 "-- and HOW is Pearl related to Mr. Krabbs?!"
 "Because Mr. Krabbs is a pimp, and he fucked a whale, and Pearl's mother has the dominant genes." CC was laughing at Oliver's blunt response and almost choked on the pocky in her mouth.
 Oliver slid onto the canapé suivant to CC, and sprawled the way only guys can sprawl.
 "What are toi doing?" CC asked. 
 "Coming onto you, babe. What's it look like?" CC laughed again, and shoved pocky into Oliver's mouth. "I knew you'd like the pocky. Now, continue your commentary on the weirdest montrer on the planet."
 "Well, how come Plankton changes size every episode?! He changes from Spongebob's shoe size, to a speck to where toi can't see him! And he has a computer for a wife!"
 Oliver just joyfully listened to CC's rambling on. He sat up strait, grabbed CC's arms, and pulled her into his lap. CC looked at him questioningly. He smirked and shrugged.
 "So, how about it? toi wanna stay here for a while?" he asked. "I'll, of course, pay your rent and help toi get a better job. One that can help toi get by. ou there's the other hand."
 "What's the other hand?" CC asked curiously.
 "You just stay here. Sell your house, and bring your belongings here."
 CC's eyebrows went up. "Y-you'd do that for me?"
 "Of course I would. You're my best friend, I only want the best for you."
 CC thought for a moment. "I'll consider those options... Really, I will." 
 Oliver beamed. "Take all the time toi need to think over it, CC. No rush." He reached up, and pulled the black pony-tail holder out from his hair, and shook his head, letting his hair loose. CC snickered.
 "Your hair's bouncy."
 "Indeed it is. I use great conditioner," he mocked. He fluffed his hair for dramatic effect. CC giggled and he began to mess with her punk-mane. 
 "While we're here, we need to fix this wild mane of yours, CC."
 "Noooooo! Not the mane!" she howled. Oliver smirked.
 "Yes, the mane. I must fix it!"
 "Nuuuuu!!" CC made a ' D8 ' face and got off of his lap, resulting in Oliver's tail wrapping around her waist and pulling her back down. "Damn your awesome tail!" she whined. 
 "Al least let me comb it, CC!" Oliver laughed. He scooped her up bridal-style, even though she was thrashing like no other, and took her to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and grabbed a comb from the shelf suivant to it. He smirked evilly at CC, who began to scramble around to room.
 -2 hours later-
 Oliver's bedroom door swung open, and he emerged with CC slung over his shoulder, her hair combed and not-so-matted. It actually looked nice. She was growling at Oliver.
 "Just put me down, Neanderthal!"
 He set her down on the couch. "See, that wasn't so bad, CC. toi look great!" He pulled out a mirror and showed CC herself.
 "OH NO, I'M PRETTY!!" she rolled over onto her stomach and threw a fit. "IDON'TWANNABEPRETTY!! DON'TEVERDOTHATAGAIN!!" He sat on her thrashing legs, and that made her stop.
 "You were already pretty, CC. Your hair was just a mess."
 "Did toi just call me pretty?"
 "You heard me."
 "Get toi cul, ass off of my legs." He stood, and she swung her legs off of the canapé and sat up. She poked Oliver's face, "Don't call me pretty, Oli-pop."
 "Oli-pop?"
 "Yes, Oli-pop. I needed some sort of nickname for you. toi know my name, but toi call me CC. So now toi are Oli-pop."
 "That's what my ex called me... " he said, suspicion rising in his tone. CC's eyebrows raised.
 "... Everyone calls me CC... What else is new?"
 "Fine then, CHASIDY."
 She stood up. "Oh no toi di-int!"
 He got in her face. "Oh yes I di-id!" 
 She got her face closer to his, "No toi di-int!"
 His lips brushed hers, "Yes I di-id."
 CC blushed, and she looked away. "No toi didn't."
 He took her chin between his thumb and index finger, then lifted her face to his. "Yes I did." He kissed her tenderly, making her blush deeper. He pulled away, and looked down. "Sorry..."
 "No.. It's ok... "