Oliver Wood (startingkeeper) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-08-29 15:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, penelope clearwater |
Who: Oliver and Penelope
Where: Penelope's bungalow
When: Sunday afternoon
What: Discussing the past
Status: Incomplete
Sometimes, Oliver felt that his friends were trying to get attention. He didn't mean it in a bad way, of course; they were his friends and he loved them. But he did get that impression, that some of them felt inclined to demand attention so that they could discuss their woes at him. It generally involved a lot of accusations, and Oliver was starting to feel as though he were in the middle of a soap opera. When he read his journal, it was a cursory glance. People were pouring their hearts out, sharing huge secrets on those things, where everyone could see. He'd learned that Alicia had married Flint. That alone, had been disturbing. But then Angelina had sex with Pucey? ...Oliver didn't want to know what he already knew, much less learn other unpleasant truths that were truly none of his business, so he kept out of it.
But Penelope... She'd dropped ink on her journal, probably to cover up whatever she had written. She hadn't shared the whole story with everyone. It didn't mean it was going to be more serious than 'I slept with Pucey', but if she was being secretive about it, whatever it was, it mattered to her. It mattered to her a lot.
Rather than ask her to talk about it on the journals, Oliver walked over to her bungalow with the last few cookies he had left over from his grocery shopping before the storm.
"Penny, it's Oliver. Are you home?" It occurred to him then that she might not actually want to talk about it. It happened, sometimes. Not everyone wanted to tell everyone everything about themselves and their innermost thoughts and feelings. Maybe it was the island, but Oliver thought he'd never heard so many confessions in his life. "I brought you cookies," he added through the door.