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noodles 
Oliver paused, eyes closed he took a breath, then slowly turned back around to face the girl. 'I don't want to fight with you anymore.' Oh boy, did that touch a nerve. She had her head down like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and that, strangely, made Oliver feel a little better. Not because she was suffering, but because she was hurting over this as well – it told him she cared.
He swallowed and shook his head. How could a boy like Oliver promise no arguments? He thrived on winding people up. He knew it himself. He could try to change but it wouldn't be him. “How can I guarantee that, Miranda?” He asked her gently. “I irritate the hell out of you. You think I'm.. you think I'm obnoxious.” Which was pretty much bang on. He began to walk back towards her slowly “You have no idea how sorry I am for what I said yesterday. It was out of line and I didn't mean it.” She knew that though, didn't she? Or did she really think he was that mean?
“Just.. come for a drink with me.” He asked her again. “I want to make it up to you.” He smiled softly at her. “I'll buy you chocolate.” Ok... so chocolate was like emotional blackmail to this girl but really, the friendship they were forming was too good to just throw away because of a silly argument.. Right? He hoped she agreed.
She couldn't hear any footsteps, which probably meant he was already gone. Gone and Miranda was most likely not going to see him soon, except at classes. Ugh, what a stupid mess!
But then she heard his voice behind her and she turned in surprise. He hadn't left. Though, his question was one that she couldn't answer. She kept her eyes on him and ofcourse knew that he couldn't change who he was. Because...it wouldn't be him. Miranda flinched slightly as he repeated the words she had said that day, and it dawned on her how he must've been hurt by that. Yeah, she remembered how he had looked by the lake, and commentating on how he '
had been called worse'. But he didn't deserve worse. Obnoxious he had seemed to her, but she was slowly learning that it was just his way... and the joking was just not something she was used to.
What he had said... Yeah, that had really brought her down, and she guesses she hadn't forgiven him for it yet. But he was sorry, that she could see, and it was all Miranda wanted to know - because deep down, she was still doubting. She had trusted him and it went away. But, he couldn't possibly be that mean, she did know that. If he had been, he wouldn't be standing here wanting to patch things up. She swallowed, hoping her voice wasn't going to sound strained.
"It's okay... " she shrugged and smiled weakly.
"I am sorry for calling you...that." She took a step towards him.
"And sorry about your robe. I sort of burned it up..."
A drink. Yes, she really wanted that. She was about to reply when the chocolate came up and she couldn't help but chuckle and smile tiredly at Oliver.
"That sounds...really good. Yes." She smiled more brightly now and was happy they'd be able to sit and talk. And hopefully, not argue. But everything would be fine now, right?