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Originally Posted by Mell

Oh.

OH!

This was teenage Oliver Jenkins dream come true, standing so close to Althea and holding her hand. Actually current day Oliver was liking it just as much. He watched as she dusted herself off and he couldn't help notice the look on her face. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"

Woah!

What!

Oliver couldn't help the small grin that played on his lips. "You didn't hit your head, did you?" Since when did Thea apologise?

Thea looked left and then right and then leaned forward to whisper. "Actually... I think there might be bruising. On my err... derrière." Because that was the least awkward way to refer to certain parts of one's anatomy.

Had she hit her head?

"No..." Why? Was there a lump or something? Was her hair out of place? She patted at her head. No. She was fine.

Or that end of her was.

"What were you doing, standing there, anyway?"