They were at Crossville. It was located at the east of Northend, a rather bubbly town. This explains the long trip and his unfamiliarity with the route they had taken. Oliver had never been here before, but he had heard a lot about this place. But that wasn't what caught his attention. Liam had driven them to an opera house. An opera house! He had never been to one before.
The place was grand, and the building had the shape of a piano. It was fascinating. Oliver had seen the picture before, but he hadn't thought he would ever come here.
"Ta-da!" Liam exclaimed. The look on Oliver's face told him Oliver was pleased and he liked it. It had taken him a lot of brain cracking to come up with this idea of a dat— hang out between boys.
"This..."
Oliver could not find the word to describe how he felt.
"We should go before the performance starts," Liam suggested.
