Oliver William

Seeing it and stopping, he quickly got up and looked at the male.”Hey you’re the guy that slept on my couch and now you’re hitting dogs? jeez man, we got get it to a hospital, i don’t know who’s dog it is..”

“I didn’t hit him on purpose.” Oliver spoke, looking at the other male. “He darted out in front of my car. I tried to stop, but it didn’t work.” he admitted. “Help me carry him to my backseat.” he spoke. “I think there’s a towel in my trunk we can lay him on so we can get him to the vet.”

“I have to work for it? Really? And just what do you suggest I do to work for it?”

Oliver shrugged as he looked down at the female. “Honestly, anything.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “No, that’s mean. I may be used to teasing my siblings, but, I’m not going to torture you. Here.” he spoke, handing her back her coffee.

Ashtyn always liked to listen to music blaring when she was in the body shop. Hearing a sound behind her, one not coming from her radio, the girl jumped. In the process the entire toolbox to her right went tumbling to the floor. “Oh shit.” She hit her knees and quickly started sweeping as many tools back into the box, “Umm. H-hi. Welcome to Keith’s. Can you just like- just one second.”

Oliver had been meaning to get his car looked at for the past few weeks. He remembered it had been making a concerning sound once he drove into town upon his return, however, the male hadn’t exactly made a point to get it looked at. That’s what brought him into the general area of the automotive shop anyways, well, aside from the fact he’d made a few memories here growing up as a teenager in Tree Hill. The male was lost in his thoughts and wasn’t expecting to hear the voice come from the body that was invisible among the sight of scattered tools and such against the hard floor, so he was a little set back. “It’s- uh.” he paused and ran his hand through his hair. “No, it’s fine. Take your time.” he nodded, moving farther into the room and scanning for the female who the voice belonged to. “Do you need any help?” 

“Ah well, it’s cause someone was here looking for Nathan.” He shrugged.”Beats me.” He said.” alright nice.” He grabbed what he needed and started to make the sandwiches.”Good to know, i have a gun just so we’re clear,I mean a hunting riffle to precise. I like to go hunting once in a while.” 

Oliver nodded. “Oh well, that makes more sense but no. He’s not the friend I was talking about.” he spoke, watching as the redhead moved into the kitchen. “Don’t worry man. I promise I’m not going to do anything. You’re safe. But thanks for warning me about the gun.”

Haley just rolled her eyes at her brother. “Actually I’m 5 foot 4 and have grabbed stuff of you before. so I’m sure I can come up with someway to get my coffee back.”

Oliver shrugged and took a sip of the coffee in his hand that he’d taken from his sister. “Or you could just buy yourself another one?” he smiled and took another sip. “You’re the baby, Haley. You should be used to this by now.”

“Excuse you, I’m five foot two! I can reach you perfectly fine, thank you very much! Now give me back my coffee,pretty please?”

“Five foot, five foot two it doesn’t make a bit of a difference when you’re over six foot.” he spoke, resting his arm on the top of her head as he did with his younger siblings growing up. “You’re coffee smells better than mine though. I don’t know if I want to give it back.”

“Well Oliver, as long as you’re not a serial killer it’s fine.” He had no idea his best friend used to live here.”Which friend is that? is it Nathan? “ He was almost certain he was talking about Nathan. “did you want a pb and j? I’m about to make one.” He said as he lit up the rest of his blunt. 

Oliver shook his head. “No, it wasn’t Nathan.” he spoke. “Nathan and I actually weren’t friends in high school; I didn’t even know the guy until he married my baby sister.” Oliver looked at the male as he asked about a PB&J. “I mean, sure.” he spoke. “I’m down for a peanut butter and jelly. And no, I’m not a serial killer either.”

“No i don’t mind,i don’t have any valuables, so you can sleep in the guest room or the couch, whatever you prefer.”

“I hate to even intrude.” Oliver spoke, looking at the male. “And I promise I’m not usually one that just walks into people’s houses. But, I kind of ran out of options.” he spoke. “My best friend from childhood used to live here.” the male spoke, mentioning the history he had in the house. “I figured I’d come by, give it a shot. I was a little surprised to see that the key was hidden in the same place he always hid it too.” Oliver chuckled. “I guess I could at least introduce myself. I’m Oliver James. Tree Hill resident just recently moved back to town and am currently not living anywhere on my own.”

“I’m sorry, hopefully you find them. It sucks when you lose them.” Daniel said with a slightly frown before he nodded his head again. “Yeah, I’ll have another looked around, to see if they are still here for you.”

“I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.” the male nodded as he made his way to the counter, briefly asking them if anyone had turned in a key. When they said they had yet to see one, the male nodded and sighed. “Thanks, man.” he spoke, moving back to the table. “They didn’t have it, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not still somewhere in this restaurant.”

“what the hell are you doing in my kitchen? you scared the hell out of me.” He breathed. 

Oliver popped his head up from out of the fridge and shrugged, nonchalantly. “My sister locked me out. I needed somewhere to crash for the time being. You mind?”

The male laughs at the words that came out of the others mouth”That’s my hometown for you. Dramatic,Basketball town. I actually am just getting back myself. I’m just getting in from California where I play baseball for the San Fransisco Giants.”

“A girl can do a lot with a pair of scissors.”