Next year when I live in my own apartment I’m going to buy a really ornate sugar bowl and keep it somewhere where everyone who walks in can see it and I’ll never touch it, never look at it, never say anything about it, but if anyone reaches for it I’ll slap their hand away and say “NO YOU CAN’T HAVE THE SUGAR BOWL IT’S MINE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO FIND THIS THING?????”
<b>Me:</b> *stopping mid-aisle to check out pacis*<p/><b>Daddy:</b> *wordlessly pulls me away*<p/><b>Me:</b> "But--!"<p/><b>Daddy:</b> "No. Milk. Sugar. That's it."<p/><b>Me:</b> *shocked by this outrage*<p/></p>
Word count: 3,584 Rating: General Pairing: Olicity (obviously) Summary: Oliver learns pretty quickly that he’s useless when it comes to his sister’s hair. So he enlists the help of someone who…you know, has some.
Author’s note: Sooo…a while ago, I wrote a really quick thing called sugar and spice. I was rereading it the other day and a new scene came to me. Before I knew it, it resulted in this. Enjoy!
The fourteen-year-old groans as he rolls over in his bed and pulls the pillows over his ears, hoping to drown out his little sister’s shrieks.
That, however, does nothing to deter her.
“Ollie!” A shift on his mattress alerts him to the fact that she is now on his bed, and that just makes him burrow into his pillows even harder. “Ollie, wake up! Wake up! You promised you would help me get ready for school today!”
He groans, cursing his past self for making that promise. He did indeed tell her that he would help her get ready for school, since Mom and Dad are both out of town on business. But he agreed solely under duress. That’s the only way you can describe Thea when she’s looking up at you with her huge hazel eyes swimming in tears.
“A few more minutes, Speedy,” he grumbles underneath the pillow.