Take Olive Home

You and Olive head out of the shop. Olive ,now collared, is still as shy. As you begin t0o walk to your car you notice Olive just standing at the entrance to the shop. She looks nervously at the pavement before her ,all six arms fidgeting. One orange foot steps out and barely touches the cement before it shoots back. The sun above blazes down mercilessly and even with shoes you feel the heat radiating from the sidewalk. You roll your eyes at your own ignorance and race back.

"Sorry, sorry so sorry" Only minutes into your relationship you already feel like a bad pet owner. In a move that produces a squeal you swoop Olive off her feet. She not as heavy as she looks but not exactly light either. She's soft and squishy and slowly strangling you. A pair of arms has wrapped around your legs, waist, arm, and neck. The octopus animorph nervously clings to your body. The strength and grip of her arms are surprising and slightly panic inducing.

"You okay?" You manage to burp the air past your constricted neck. She still blushes and that's cute but you hurry nonetheless, you feel your face turning the same color as the blushing girl...although not for the same reasons. You make it to the car more than little short of breath. You open the door for her and she slowly detaches and slides in as smoothly and slowly as if she was underwater. As you catch your breath you notice small red circles in rows on your arms. Well, you might as well get used to it your figure. You walk around the front of the car to the driver's seat. As you get in you take a quick look at the passenger seat to see no Olive. You check the back seats, you check the front seat again. She's gone.

"Olive?" You're scanning outside the car now, "Olive?"
"Yes?" Comes a voice so relaxed that it is barely recognizable.
"where are you?" You ask feeling slightly ridiculous talking to a disembodied voice alone in a car.
"Down here" A orange hand emerges from the bottom of the passenger seat and waves.
"What?" You stretch over to take a look and see a pair of eyes next to the adjust seat bar.
"Hi" she says and waves again, this time with a different arm.
"How'd you fit under there?"
"I just...can. And having no bones helps too. I like it much better down here. Could I stay down here for the duration of the drive?
Being in the open really bothers me. It's really nerve racking. It's cooler down here too. I'm starting to dry out. How far away
is your house? Are we going to your house?"
You can't believe you ears and the jury is still out on your eyes. Could this be the same timid animorph you picked out?
"Yeah, we're going home. It's your house now too. You can stay down there if you want and if you're drying out I think I have a
bottle of water somewhere in the car."
"Yeah, you do. I found it." Another arm emerges (or is it the same? how could you tell?) holding the mentioned bottle.
"You can have it if you want, I'll try to get home quick"
"Thanks" The voice says and the bottle of water disappears under the seat again.

The ride home is relaxed. You shut the windows and turn on the a/c. Olive seemed content under the car seat and was much much more talkative. She mostly asked about the bits of odds and ends she was finding on the car floor. How high up were octopuses (octopi?) on the food chain. Was the shyness a trait of her species or just her personality? As you wondered you barely noticed as an arm reached out and circled around your wrist. You smile and move your hand down from the steering wheel. Olive and you hold hands all the way home.